Page 67 of Game Changer
She glances down at her heel, where the strap has slipped from the buckle. Before she can bend over, I gently grab her foot and place it on my lap. From this angle, I’d have the perfect view up her dress, but I want to savor that sight later. Plus, we’re already late for our dinner reservation, and if I catch a glimpse of whatever panties she chose to wear, we’ll miss it for sure.
It’s an effort not to smile when she sucks in a sharp breath as soon as my hand caresses her ankle. I flit my eyes up to hers, running smoothing strokes along the back of her calf. “You’re more than lame, casual terms,” I mutter. My eyes never leave hers, thinking if she focuses on me when I say this to her, she’ll eventually believe it. “Fierce.” I lift her leg to kiss her ankle. “Loyal.” Her calf. “Confident.” Her knee. “Giving.”
“Ethan.”Her head falls back when I nip at her inner thigh.
“The sight of you is all consuming, Maya Garcia. Your beauty, inside and out, could rival the heavens.” I laugh at the thought. “Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if you’re heaven itself, because every time I’m in your presence, you make me want to fall to my knees and worship.”
I nuzzle my nose higher, at the apex of her thigh, before reason washes over me.
I have a mission to accomplish, and we won’t have a chance if we’re holed up in this room all night. I fully intend to make her my personal religion after the festivities, but until then, she’ll have to wait.
When I pull back, leaving her breathless and wanting, she glares at me with an expression that could kill. “What are you doing?”
“We’re late for our reservation, and wereallycan’t be late for the other thing I have planned.” Rising from the bed, I play with the hemline of her dress and place the gentlest of kisses on her lips. “Later. Okay?”
“No,” she whines. “You can’t suggestworshippingme only to leave me hanging. That’s just cruel.”
“I’ll make up for it later. Promise.”
I’ve never known Maya to back down from a fight, so I’m unsurprised when she tugs her phone from the sparkly clutch slung over her shoulder and says, “Two can play this game, Ethan.” She taps rapidly on the screen, and then, a few seconds later, my phone pings. “Iwasgoing to save this for the end of the night, but if I have to be hot and bothered, so do you. Remember when I asked if it would be okay to purchase something extra I thought you’d like at the store today?”
I gulp when I swipe to open the text message, and holyshit, I’m a dead man.
Attached is a photo of her in a lacy black lingerie set. Stockings are attached to a garter set securely on her hips, and the bra pushes her breasts together in a way that shouldnotbe allowed. I’m sure my jaw is on the floor, but then another image comes through of the set frombehindand—
“It’s crotchless?” My mouth suddenly feels like I swallowed sandpaper. Two black straps sit beneath her ass to support it, but aside from that, she’s utterly bare. “Do you mean to tell me that if I put my hand beneath your dress right now, there’d be no barriers in my way?”
She gives me a sultry little grin that shoots straight to my cock. I’m raging hard, and I’m seconds away from flipping up her dress until she pats me on the shoulder and strides for the door. “Come on. We’ve got reservations we can’t miss,” she says with a breathy laugh. It lets me know that she’s fully aware of how sexually frustrated I am and is enjoying every second of this torture.
Payback is a bitch.
Thirty- five
Maya
“I’m just waiting for you to say it.”
Ethan tilts his head to the side. “Say what?”
“That it’s my fault we missed our dinner reservations.”
Hand in hand, we left the restaurant five minutes ago with rumbling stomachs when the hostess said our table had already been taken. Can’t say I’m surprised when Ethan revealed we were an hour late, and now I’m feeling horrible for spending so much time taking pictures in the mirror. In my defense, he didn’t say anything, so I had no clue we were on a time crunch.
“It’s not your fault. We both contributed to being late.”
My lips twitch as I remember him needing an additional ten minutes before we could leave our hotel room due to the raging hard-on he was sporting after seeing my pictures.
“Regardless, we need to figure out something else for dinner. I can google some restaurants nearby.” As he slips his phone out of his pocket with his free hand, I brush soothing strokes along the knuckle of the one tangled in mine. His hand has been shaking since we set foot on the busy strip, and every now and then he’ll inhale deeply, though I can’t understand why.
“How about—” I tug him toward a hot dog stand on the corner, pulling us out of the crowd of people rushing by.
“You can’t be serious.”
“What? Are you too good for a hot dog?” I tease. “I didn’t peg you as the type to be stuck up.”
“I’m not, Maya, but it’s freezing outside. We didn’t bring gloves or hats to keep us warm.”
“Then what better way to warm up than a hot dog?” I approach the stand while he mutters under his breath, and after we both have our orders, we find a secluded alley away from the bustle of people. I’d never tell him, but that was my goal all along. I could tell all the excitement was getting overwhelming for him, so this was the closest food option I could find.
