Page 21 of Grave Games

“Let go.” I sounded breathless, and while I hoped it was from trying to bury him in snow, I suspected it was because his arms were around me and I liked it way too much. “Let me go.”

“You need to cool down.” His wicked grin was the only warning I had before he unexpectedly tugged on the back of my collar and a handful of snow slid down my neck.

“Ugh… Damn it, you assho—”

His mouth came down on mine, swallowing the rest of the insult. Everything logical in me screamed to fight him off; heaven knew I didn’t want to want this man. He was trouble. He was dangerous. He was probably a criminal.

But…

He was also irresistible.

It was pitiful, how quickly my feeble resistance crumbled into straight-up hunger. Desperately I told myself it was all right to want the physical body while rejecting the man behind it. After all, it was one hell of a body. Any female with a pulse would be drooling over him, with his broad shoulders and slim hips, thick arms that flexed with sculpted muscle, and hands so big a woman knew she was seriously being held by a man.

And then there were those size sixteen feet.

Yeah, I could allow myself to get into a body like that, while ignoring the man inside of it. Sure I could.

Sure I could.

I never noticed when my hands stopped pushing him away and started pulling him close. All I knew was that I was sorry I still had gloves on so that I couldn't feel the cool silk of his hair as it sifted through my fingers. I could still feel him with my mouth though, and what I felt was both sin and heaven combined. His tongue plunged into my mouth in a way that I knew without words he wanted to plunge another part of his anatomy into me. Feeling how much this powerful man honestly desired me was everything. It kicked off a physical ache to have his cock buried all the way to his hilt inside me, and that sudden need stunned me on so many levels.

That I could want any man after what I’d been through.

That I could want Romeo like that, when I knew he couldn’t be trusted.

That deep down, some part of me must trust him already to want to make him a part of me.

And throughout all of this, here I was, remarkably un-freaked out.

Maybe it was because having sex with him wouldn’t mean anything, I thought in the dark recesses of my mind. As long as I remembered who and what he was, I could enjoy him without allowing him to touch the real me. Wasn’t that how bikers treated their women? As far as I was concerned, turnabout was fair play in this game of Fuck But Don’t Feel. I could do it if he could, and that was undoubtedly what he was going after now.

He wanted to fuck my body without feeling anything for me, Shiloh, the person. And I…

I wanted the same thing.

Maybe after all was said and done, I might even be able to work him out of my system.

To my delight, he retreated just enough to take my lower lip between his teeth before sucking on it like it was his favorite candy. The love nip was a sweet sort of pain to endure, and I couldn't stop my low moan of pleasure. My intimate folds throbbed while my panties became soaked with wet heat, and it was all I could do to stop myself from grinding my hips against his in mindless hunger.

“I like that.” The sound of his voice startled me. Not because it was so rough with desire it was borderline unrecognizable, but because I had almost convinced myself that he was nothing but a body I wanted to use for my pleasure. His talking and having opinions like a fully actualized person messed with that fantasy in a big way. “I like it when you moan, Shy. Tells me you like what I'm doing.”

“I like the kissing.” It took all my willpower to look him in the eye while keeping my emotions trapped under a block of ice. “Not the talking.”

“Is that your way of telling me to shut up?”

“Most men in your position—almost lying on top of me—aren't usually big on talking.”

His grin went into eclipse so fast it startled me. “Don’t talk about other men when you’re with me. Don’t you ever do that.”

“You can’t tell me what I can and can’t talk about,” I returned immediately, making sure we both knew where my boundaries were. “I’m not your property.”

“We’ll see about that.” A flash of movement seemed to catch his eye, and he glanced up just as my manager, Dubya, poked his head out of the glass door.

“Um… are you all right, Shiloh? Because if you’re all right after that fall, you, uh… probably should get up now. Okay. Thanks.”

“Translation—Buzzby’s employees shouldn’t fuck in the snow for all their patrons to see,” Romeo remarked while Dubya beat a hasty retreat back into the diner. With a sigh, he rolled to his feet and reached out a helping hand to me. “If I’d been in his shoes, I straight-up would’ve told us to get a room like the smartass I am.”

“That’s not a bad idea.” And it seemed like just the ticket to get him worked out of my system. Obviously he was in my system, considering how instantly I melted for him with just one kiss. Maybe once I got him into bed and did my best to screw my brains out with him, I’d get my fill and move on from a man who clearly was a bad fit for my quiet little life. “I work tomorrow, but not until four. What are you doing tomorrow morning?”

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