Page 56 of Play For Me
“Hi,” I say softly. “I really hope you’re more excited to see me than my dog. It appears I have some tough competition with your daughter.”
“Mmmm…depends. Are there banana chocolate chip muffins in that box?”
“There might be.” I rub my jawline and study her. “But it’s going to cost you.”
“And what would that price be?” Her eyes gleam playfully.
“I think I’ll wait to collect my payment. Matters like this need to be handled privately.”
“Oh, is that so?”
“It’s very so,” I grin, stepping inside with her and shutting the door. The air around us swirls with energy. It’s become a common theme whenever we are alone, as we naturally gravitate toward each other.
Reaching out, I finger a strand of hair that has escaped her bun. “You’re beautiful in the afternoons with the sun shining down on you,” I say quietly, as my thumb runs along her bottom lip. “And you’re just as beautiful in the evenings with the soft light of the moon, but the mornings… the mornings might be my favorite,” I murmur, watching the early morning light coming through the windows and dancing across her features. “Coming out of sleep earlier and seeing that first ray of light touch your beautiful skin…it’s something I could easily wake up to for the rest of my life.”
Her light green eyes hold my gaze as my words sink in. I’m trying very hard to go at her pace, but damn, it’s fucking hard to be this close to something and not reach for it when every part of you knows how much it feels right.
“You can’t just say things like that, Miles,” she sighs, and walks toward the kitchen. I stand there like an idiot holding a pink box of muffins, wondering how in the hell I’ve upset her. I follow her and set the box on the counter as I watch her get plates out of the cabinet.
“And why exactly can’t I say how I feel?”
She aggressively rips paper towels off their holder before turning to me.
“Because it makes me feel. And I don’t want to feel until I know this isn’t just your usual flirting and charm to get me in bed again.”
“Thatis what you're upset about?” I can’t help the chuckle that escapes, and her eyes narrow.
“I’m not really seeing the humor in this,” she crosses her arms and glares at me.
“One second,” I say, holding up my finger and disappearing down the hall. I peek in on Bee, and she’s curled up on her bed with Gizmo, reading him a story. I quietly leave before they see me and walk back out to Olivia.
Taking her hand, I pull her with me to her bedroom and shut the door. Her back hits the door as I block her in.
“Bee…”
“Is reading a book to Gizmo, so we have a couple of minutes. This needs to be said, and I’m not about to let you think something that isn’t true for one second longer.”
Her head turns as she avoids my eyes, and I gently touch herchin, bringing her back to me. With my other arm on the door blocking her in, she has no choice but to hear me out.
“I want to be very clear on this, and I want you to listen. Do I flirt with you? Hell yes, I flirt with you. It’s been the most fun I’ve had in a long time, and I have no plans of stopping. Will I flirt with you to get you into my bed? If I’m being completely honest, yeah, I probably will,” I grin.
“You’re not doing a very good job here pleading your case,” she lightly snorts.
“That’s because I’m not done,” I say, stepping closer and invading her space until there is nothing separating us. “I’m going to say this in the least arrogant way possible since you seem to think I’m full of myself. If all I wanted was a fuck from you, I already got it…twice, I might add, and I could have easily fucked you again at the party and last night when I had you in your bedroom.”
Her eyes widen at my brazenness, but she doesn’t dispute what I’m saying because we both know it’s true.
“I know my past doesn’t put me in a good light for relationships, but I can’t do a damn thing to change that. What I can do is show you how different you are from what I’ve had in the past. I don’t give out my number, so what we did last night on the phone was a first for me. I don’t do dates, so that dinner we had? Another first for me. You’ve been on my bike, which I already told you was a first for me, and I sure as hell don’t bring muffins to girls’ houses to get them to sleep with me.”
My hands come up to grasp her face, so she has no choice but to look me in the eye and see what I’m giving her.
“When I tell you how beautiful you are and how I could easily wake up to you each morning, that’s not me trying to get into your pants…that’s me giving you a piece of myself that I’ve never given to anyone before. That’s me giving you a first.”
I mold our bodies together and let her feel what she doesto me. I’m as hard as granite as I press into her. Her body naturally gravitates toward my touch as if it’s been waiting for this contact as much as I have.
“I can’t stop how much my body wants you every time we are together, but I will never say things I don’t mean just to get you in my bed. That’s never been my style, and I’m not about to start now.”
Her hands come up as she lays them on my chest. I can feel my heart beating fast against her palm as her eyes frantically search mine.
