Page 22 of Reckless Games

He looks down between us, to where my hands rest on his chest, and I swear his breath hitches. He grabs my wrists like he did last night, but instead of moving me off him, he holds me in place.

Something secret might as well brew hot between our gloved hands. Protection not even our clothes offer our souls when his gaze lifts to meet mine.

“Just one thing about you.” It’s nearly a whisper.

I expect him to deny me, but his expression softens the slightest.

“I’m a Capricorn.”

“A Capricorn?” My whole face pinches. Of all the things he could have said, his zodiac sign is the absolute last thing I expected.

“Yes.”

I shake my head and can’t help the laugh that explodes out of me. My entire body shakes with it, and it’s enough to draw a real, genuine smile from Adam as he watches me lose it over the scrap of trivial information he offered.

“That’s so random.” I laugh again, gripping his jacket in my hands and holding him like that.

Adam shrugs. “You asked for anything. Next time, be more specific.”

“That’s assuming you’d answer something specific.”

He smirks because he probably wouldn’t.

“Didn’t take you for believing in signs, being aCapricornand all.” I shake my head and can’t help the smile stretching my cheeks so wide they hurt.

“I don’t.” He pulls my hands from his chest but keeps one laced in mine as he starts to walk us back toward the manor. “But it seemed like something you’d appreciate.”

I’m not sure how he would know that. Or maybe he just assumed given the small Taurus tattoo I have on the inside of my ankle. But what he probably doesn’t realize is how that piece of information fills a hole inside me. Gives me a glimpse of a man so good at hiding himself.

“It’s perfect.” I squeeze his hand, looking up at him, even if he’s now avoiding my gaze.

He nods, keeping quiet on the walk back to the manor. The clearing is emptying now that the sun is getting lower on the horizon. Everyone slowly filters inside with the chill.

“Where are they going?” I ask when I notice the majority of the group heading down a hall that leads the opposite direction from our rooms.

Adam tips his chin down and offers a devious smirk. “Want to see, baby girl?”

I nod, barely able to get my breath past the knot in my throat, as he tugs my hand for us to follow them.

7

Adam

Lakepeelsoffherwinter coat when we step inside the manor, looking too sweet in her pale blue, long-sleeve flannel that hugs her tits perfectly. Her white-blonde hair is wild and curly from where it got wet in the snow, and this might be my favorite look on her.

Angelic.

Pure.

Blind to the fact that she’s holding hands with the devil.

Her baggy snow pants swish in the quiet hallway. Everything about her, down to her simple steps, brings life to these walls.

To my bones.

She pumps blood to my heart.

When the group stops at a pair of double doors, she looks up at me in fear and anticipation, and I want to drown in the softness of her expression. Every emotion swirls in her big eyes. A rosy blush paints her cheeks, as her pillowy lips part.

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