Page 54 of Date with a Devil
“Trying to get away from me?” he said as he pursued her through the cascading water.
“Making you work for it,” she said.
She backed away, deeper into the cave. The water was shallow enough to comfortably sit in, and they duck-walked until he had her cornered against the back wall of the cave.
“Nowhere to run now,” he said, planting his muscular forearms on either side of her. Not that she minded being trapped—she panted for air, her eyes darting down to his mouth. He knew she wanted him every bit as he wanted her.
“I lovedseeing the look on your face when I took off my clothes,” she whispered.
“And what look was that?”
“Like you think I’m sexy.”
Her nipples, pink and hard and small, showed through the wet fabric of her lacy white bra. He pulled her into his lap and wrapped his arms around her.
“Imagine that,” he said as he kissed her.
Their fiery lips melted together. Her mouth was so delicate, her lips as soft and silky as the petals of a rose. She made gentle little moans when he kissed her, a sexy sound that made his cock swell even harder.
With eyes closed, his hand found the clasp of her bra. His skilled fingers unhooked it in a snap and the item tumbled down her shoulders. Austen gave a surprised gasp.
“You’re so bad …” she said, shedding the bra with a small laugh. It floated on the surface of the water, taken away by the current.
Dane pulled her closer, tighter, until the weight of her breasts was mashed against his muscular pecs. They traded tongues, his hands all over her, groping and squeezing and pawing at her flesh. He cupped her tits in his palm, pinching and tugging at her little rosebuds until they tightened into impossibly hard nubs.
The hockey player’s cock grew more swollen with every beat of his heart. He wanted her now more thanever.He grabbed her hand and led it between his legs, and placed it on his cock. Her eyes grew wide when she felt his size and hardness. She wrapped her fingers around him and gave a tug or two … but then she took her hand back.
“I’m a little drunk right now, Dane,” she said.
He was disappointed—to comethisfar only to be let down again—but he gave an understanding bob of his head. “Damn. Okay.”
“No, I mean, I’m drunk, so this is gonna sound random, but I promise there’s a point to it.” She took a big breath of air. “I want you to ask me if I found my scarf.”
He chuckled and raised a brow. “I already asked earlier, remember?”
“Ask meagain. And ask about it naturally, like this wasn’t my idea, okay?”
“Hell, you even told me to forget about the scarf, and you seemed mad that I brought it up in the first plac—”
“Dane!” she wailed as she slugged him on the shoulder. “Just do it!”
“Okay, okay.” He cleared his throat. “Hey, Austen, I’m curious, did you ever find your scarf? I’ve looked all over and, man, I just can’t find it.”
She hung her head in shame. “I did find it. The truth was, it was never lost. It was in my bag all along.”
“No shit,” he said, not exactly surprised.
“I know you think I did that to trick you, just to find that note from the waitress, but …” She trailed off. “Well, I guess Ididdo it to trick you, but probably not in the way you think.”
“Then how?”
“God, Dane! I’m so mortified—do you really need me to say it? You’re hot as hell, I got tipsy, it happened, okay? You probably won’t believe me, but just so youknow, I’ve never acted like that with any of your teammates.”
He grinned. “I know. Some of ’em wished you had, though.”
“Ew,” she muttered, her face souring. “Wait, you didn’t tell them about us, did you?”
“I only told Reavo that you played me.”
