Page 27 of End Game
“For me to ask the questions.”
The little vixen wrapped in an angel’s façade takes her hand and touches the side of my face. The back of her hand runs down my jawline, the scraping sound from my unshaven face zipping through the air.
Her eyes don’t leave mine as she traces a line down my throat, over my shoulder, and across my pecs before dropping down the ridges of my abs.
“Areyouturned on?” she asks.
“I’ve been turned on since you stepped out of the car yesterday.”
She grins as I run my hands up her sides, feeling the soft, round curve of her body.
“What do you propose we do about this state we’re in?” she asks.
“I think we have a couple of options. One, we can take ten giant steps back and then you go inside and I’ll go down by the lake and we stay apart until your brother gets home.”
“I don’t think that’ll work,” she says. “I’ll just watch you from my window while I touch myself and I?—”
My mouth captures hers before she can finish her sentence. Her lips part, her hands go to my hair, not at all fazed by my sudden ferocity. I can’t take it. There’s no way I can handle tiptoeing around this woman that makes me crazy any longer.
I cup her face in both hands, holding her face still so I can kiss the hell out of her. She tastes of tea and summertime, of heat and arousal, and the longer our mouths move against each other, the more I want—of her kisses, of her body, of her.
Fuck. Me.
Stroking her cheeks with the pads of my thumbs, I plant my lips in the center of hers and then pull away.
Holding my breath, unsure of what I’m going to see in her eyes, I relax when she smiles.
“Now that,” she says, a little breathless, “is a little more what I expected you to be like.”
“Is that so?”
“I mean, not one hundred percent, but closer.”
Taking her hand, I pull her to the foot of the chaise lounge. Positioning her so she’s facing me, I lift the hem of her shirt and drag the cotton material off her body. She’s braless, her tear-drop breasts, heavy with the weight of the C-cups, hanging perfectly off her frame.
“I’m about to get you nine inches closer if you don’t tell me no,” I growl.
“Let me think about it,” she says, tapping her pursed lips.
“Can you think about it while we get you out of these shorts?” I hook my thumbs in the elastic waistband and drag them down her toned legs. She shivers as my palms hit the back of her thighs, skimming her smooth skin as I reach her ankles.
Stepping out of the shorts, she looks up at me and grins. “My turn.”
With a sway of her hips, she reaches for me. I don’t have to be told twice. I cut the distance between us with a step and hold my breath as her hands dip below the top of my shorts. Instead of just yanking them down, she runs her hands from the front around to the side, letting the backs of her hands run along my skin.
My blood sings in my veins, my cock throbbing so damn hard I think I might pass out. As she finally drops my shorts, the mesh fabric not needing any direction once it’s over my hips, she steps back and stares at just how much I want her.
“Damn,” she mutters, her eyes widening.
Although her reaction is something I’d love to watch over and over again, my need for physical action is much stronger.
I reach for her and she surprises me by taking my hand and allowing me to pull her naked body against mine. Her tits smash against my chest, her back arching as I place a hand in the curve just above her bubbled ass. The other cradles the back of her head as I move my mouth to the shell of her ear. “You. Are. Gorgeous.”
Crashing my lips to hers again, I draw the hand twisted in her hair down her back and around her side. As my tongue enters her mouth and she moans into mine, my palm cups her breast and savors the weight and the feel of her in my hand.
Her head falls back and I guide her body closer to mine again. My senses are filled with everything Layla and the more I get, the more I want. Need.Crave.
An urge overtakes me, one I haven’t felt in a long damn time. It’s a desire to not just get off, something that usually finds me about now when I’m with a woman, but a wish toenjoy it.
