Page 75 of Playing My Rivals

“Now I have proof.” Her voice sings with mischief.

“Proof of what?” I peek at her screen.

She cocks her head my way. “That you like me, Jamison Stone.”

I step to her and slide my finger through her belt loop. I tug on it and pull her into me. “I more than like you, Dori Fisher.”

“Is that your way of telling me you're done being hot or cold with me?”

The shell around my heart cracks in my chest, giving in to my sinful attraction to her.

I slide my arm around her waist. “I’m done being cold with you, but I’m not done getting hot with you.”

Her eyes light up. “That sounds like a great compromise.”

I can’t help but laugh. “Some compromise.”

“What can I say?” She smiles like she always knew she was going to win this thing between us.

Giving in to her taunting lips, I dip my head. “I’d rather we not talk right now.”

All the energy it’s taken me to stop kissing her in the past erupts from within. I grab the back of her head and press my lips to hers. It’s so forceful our teeth hit when our mouths collide. Our tongues take over, making the space for a perfect kiss.

I devour her mouth inch by fucking inch and greedily swipe at her sweetness and lap it up. My stomach twists as love spews from my heart and takes over my bloodstream.

I weave my fingers into her wet braid and I pull her head back to expose her neck. I move to her throat like an animal and nip my way to her pulse point. Her blood races through the thick vein, taunting me.

Fuck.

Nasty, evil things I want to do to her spring to life. I scrape my teeth over her jugular and inhale her alluring scent.

“You’ve got the devil in you, my sweet temptress.” I nibble and suck on her neck. “Your wickedness is begging me to help you find a way to get it out.”

Her breath hitches as if she’s stunned by this side of me. “Jami.”

Love and desire blend together, making the perfect mixture of raw sexual need. I’m back to her mouth in seconds. I get lost in her kiss, demanding more. It’s more sinful and more magical than the view we came to see.

Cool rain streams down my face and mixes with our fervent kiss. I’m scorching with want, but she’s shivering in my arms. A gust of a chilly wind knocks me out of my stupor, making me aware of how cold it’s getting.

Selfishly, I want to ignore it, but I’m already an asshole for doing this. I pull away because I don’t want to be the world’s biggest dick for turning a blind eye to her needs.

With her eyes misty and dazed, she asks, “Why did you stop?”

“As much as I want this, I carry too much guilt as it is. I’m not going to explain to Aiden I made you catch pneumonia. He’s already going to bury me alive for this. I’d rather him not torture me before he does.” I take her hand and pull her toward the car.

We’re soaking wet by the time we get in. She turns to me before she starts the car, rain dripping off her face. Her hair is matted to her head and her lips are almost blue. Even now, she’s fucking gorgeous.

Her teeth clatter together as she speaks. “This isn’t over, Jami.”

“I know. Not by a long shot.” I lean over and press my lips to hers, then pull away. “Start the car before you freeze to death.”

Her body shakes as she turns away and does what I ask. Her taking my order makes me smile inside. The sky grows a darker shade of gray, mirroring all the deliciously bad things I want to do to her.

The car engine revs. I adjust the vents to hit Dori to ensure she gets more heat. “How long were we out there?”

She peeks at the clock on the dash. “About an hour.”

She’s still shivering uncontrollably. As she pulls back onto the road, I scan the car for something dry to put around her. She’s small, so being out in the cold for that long probably has her near hypothermia.

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