Page 86 of Playing For Keeps
His smile breaks free, and he nods. “That’s exactly the word I was looking for.”
“You’re my friend before you’re my lover, and I never want that to change.”
“It won’t. Now that I’m aware of it, I’ll make sure you receive plenty of time to talk.” He gives me a quick peck. “Now, let me get ready for bed, and meet me there in five minutes.”
“Okay, Mr. Bossy-pants.”
Desire flashes in his eyes. “Oh, temptress. When are you going to learn your lesson?”
I shrug and saunter away. “When are you going to quit threatening me and teach me this lesson you keep talking about?”
He groans with yearning, and I laugh as I sway into our bedroom, hoping my pheromones are leaving a trail.
Jami comes in a few minutes later wearing black silk pajama bottoms. They hang low on his hips, so the V-shaped muscles disappearing beneath the material are prominent.
He’s absolutely the sexiest man alive. I lick my lips. The mass of desire builds in my core.
He pads toward me. “I thought we could stay up and talk for a while. You know, reconnect.”
My gaze, which has been glued to his defined naked torso, creeps up to his darkening, hooded eyes. “That’s what you want to do? Talk?”
“Isn’t that what you need?” His voice, low and husky, makes me a puddle of submissive skin and bones.
“I never said I need to have a discussion.”
He cocks a brow. “Temptress, you’re sending me mixed messages.”
I want to curse him out for using my words as a seductive torture tactic, but he’s too desirable to test him that way. He may cut me off if I do.
I rake my gaze over him one more time. Heat pulsesthrough me, down between my legs. Wetness pools as my abdomen tightens. My nipples pebble, reaching for him.
My chest rises and falls as I take him in from head to toe. A long ribbon of silky material running through his palms grabs my attention. It’s the same sash he had when he was close to tying me up before.
An explosion of sin and promised pleasure goes off in my chest. My passion for him transforms into raw need.
He steps one foot in front of the other as he drinks in my reaction. “Do you like it when I take control?”
I nod. “But what about your wound?”
“No, you don’t. You don’t get to find a way out of this.” His potent gaze sparks with scorching fire.
“I don’t want out of this.” I clamber onto the center of the bed and kneel.
“What do you want, temptress?” He stops when he gets to the edge of the mattress.
The black restraint slips through his hands, teasing me.
“Whatever you have in mind.” I glance at the headboard.
Did he anchor hooks behind our bed like he had in his other place?
“What are you searching for?” His lusty stare shifts to the wall but is back on me seconds later.
“Nothing,” I breathe.
He laughs in a low, dangerous tone. “Lying will only make matters worse for you.”
Chills creep over my skin. “I wasn’t lying.”
