Page 106 of Play the Game

I’ll admit, I’ve purposefully egged her on and touched her in all the right spots because I like to mess with her, and I crave to see her body react, but something feels different now.

I made a promise to her, and although I wouldn’t say I’m a saint, I’m not going to break it.

Not now.

She moves again, and I can’t breathe.

Right when I try to take my hand off her leg for the second time, her soft palm lands on top and traps me.

“Scottie,” I say her name in a low voice.

I may have all the right intentions, but my body does not.

My dick is harder than ever, and her skin is warm to the touch. She makes a breathy noise as she pushes my hand up her leg, and it’s the hardest test I’ve ever had to take.

“Scottie.”Wake up.

“Hmm?” she half moans in her sleep.

I wonder if she’s wet.

I bet her body is reacting to my hand without her head even knowing it.

What I wouldn’t give to find out.

She scoots closer, and I shut my eyes.

“Stop testing me,” I snap, unable to keep it together any longer.

Her chest begins to rise quicker, and I grind my teeth. I’m ready to throw her off me, but then a soft gasp leaves her. Our eyes snag, and with her soft lips parted and doe-like eyes, I am a goner.

“If you don’t want to be touched, I need you to get out of our bed.”

Fuck, I said it again.

“You mean your bed?” Her voice is raspy, and adorable.Fuck me.

I narrow my eyes. “No. I meant exactly what I said.”

Don’t go.

Scottie’s sleepy gaze bounces back and forth between mine, and I swear I see the smallest smile threatening to appear on her lips. I trick myself into believing that she likes the sound of it being our bed, instead of just mine.

Suddenly, I’m thinking of plans to get my parents to stay for another night so she doesn’t move back downstairs or into the guest room when her shaky sigh fills the tight space between us.

“Do I need to give you a countdown?” I ask.

I’m not sure if she thinks I’m kidding, but if she doesn’t get the hell out of this bed, I’m going to stick my tongue down her throat and make sure she doesn’t sleep anywhere other than beside me from now on.

The innocent, sleepy-faced Scottie changes right before my eyes. Her leg moves, and her attention immediately falls to my lap. I hear the way her mouth opens with surprise, and I expect her to get out of the bed as soon as she feels how hard I am, but as always, she keeps me on my toes and surprises me.

“3.” I grip her thigh and turn my head farther toward her.

Her chest rises and falls, and each breath she takes pulls me in closer.

“2.” Testing the waters, I drag my palm up her bare thigh.I can’t stop touching her.

Goosebumps fly to her flesh, and I curse under my breath.

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