Page 68 of Power Play

Except, I wasn’t an idiot. If I pushed now, I’d push her away for good. It was a miracle she was letting me kiss her at all. I had to play this just right.

I stroked her cheek with my thumb and I licked at her lips like I had all the time in the world to kiss her. No agenda but this. I could stand here in the sunlight coming in through the windows chastely kissing Kit Barrington all damn day.

But then, she opened her mouth with a soft exhale and lifted her hands to my waist where she clenched the t-shirt in her fists. Like she was holding on for dear life.

Game fucking on.

I stepped closer, my cock pressed up against her belly, and I didn’t try to hide it. I couldn’t. Part of me wanted her to know what she did to me. What she’d always done to me. She gasped when she felt it and went so still against me I was sure I’d gone too far. Just as I was about to ease off, she groaned and pressed harder against me.

Fuck. I mean.Fuck.

What was it about this woman that I could make a meal out of the tiniest crumb she gave me? Her slightest surrender felt like victory. The minute I got this woman coming against my tongue, I would die from it. I would. Who could withstand her submission?

Just the thought made my dick pound.

She opened her lips wider and I took the invitation seriously, plundering her mouth. I made it mine. I traced her teeth. I licked her. Sucked her tongue until she was sagging against me.

Yes. Fuck yes. I wanted to ease her up against the wall, lift those strong legs around my waist and grind this rock hard cock against her until she saw stars. Until I came in my pants like a teenager. Until she came so hard I ruined her for other men.

The thought, once thought, couldn’t be unthought.

Now I had a goal.

I was going to ruin Kit Barrington for other men. I was going to fuck her so well and so hard and so right, she’d be mine.

I was a pro athlete. I liked goals. Stats. Achievement.

And I really liked winning.

I was going to make a power play for Kit Barrington. She had no idea what was coming for her.

I lifted my lips from hers, delighting when she moaned in her throat. She lifted a hand to the back of my head, like she could hold me still. I grabbed her hand and pressed a kiss to the palm.

“What is this, Kit?” I asked. “What is this crazy chemistry between us?”

It was there five years ago, it was there now.

She blinked at me, desire making a mess of her. Fuck. I wanted to put my hand down her pants and see just how wet I’d made her.

“It doesn’t…” she shook her head, her voice raspy like she’d been screaming. “Mean anything.”

Oh, the harder this woman wanted to deny this, the harder I wanted to make it undeniable. Let her pretend she didn’t want me while I was stroking her clit until she came, trembling and screaming in my hand.

“We’ll see about that,” I said.

She stepped back and put her hands on her waist. Her nipples, rock hard, pressed against her dark tank top. She could deny all she wanted, but her body told the truth. I grinned at her and she crossed her arms over her chest.

“I’m serious,” she said. “This is crazy. With our history? Nothing is going to happen between us.”

Except something already did. It was still happening.

“Okay,” I said. She blinked at me and her eyebrows crashed together over her cute little nose.

“That’s it? Okay?”

“I’m not in the business of pressuring women. We made a deal. I got my kiss and my answer,” I said. “Next one is on you.”

“What does that even mean?”

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