Page 158 of Wanna Play A Game?
We walk like that, hand in hand. I should pull my hand away. I try to convince myself he wouldn’t let me if I tried, but I know that’s not true.
His soft, strong presence makes me want to just wrap myself in him. Fuck, if his hand alone doesn’t make me want to jump his bones.
Miles must feel the tension because he throws me a heated glance.
We’re close to the house now. I think he’s going to walk us inside, but instead, he guides me to the back of the truck.
“What…” I gasp as Miles drops the tailgate and lifts me onto it.
“Miles, what are you doing?”
He runs both hands down my thighs, down my legs, and to my shoes. “Getting the lactic acid out.” He winks at me and pulls both shoes off, throwing them in the truck bed and grabbing one of my feet.
I yank it back in embarrassment. They’re sweaty.
Miles flashes me a dark look and snatches it back up. “Let me rub your feet.” His grip softens, and he clenches his jaw. “Please.”
This is weird. It feels uncomfortable. This powerful man is asking me for something that he could clearly take if he wanted to.
I relax my leg.
One-half of Miles’ mouth turns up in a smile. He massages my foot, then rips the sock off, his warm fingers pressing on the tight spots, rubbing the run out of it. He switches to the other foot, rubbing and easing and stroking.
It feels so good. I feel my body starting to relax.
Miles starts up my calves, and I yank my leg back.
“I…haven’t shaved.” My cheeks burn. They still haven’t let me have a razor.
“I don’t give a fuck, Cali.” Miles grabs my leg and pulls me back. “There’s nothing about your body that could turn me off.” He massages the tension out of my muscles. Pleasure runs up my legs, my muscles tingling. Miles’ hands are doing something to me. They’re possessive and strong and gentle.
I risk a glance at him. He’s looking at me with barely masked heat and affection.
I glance away quickly, and my stomach flips.
Miles’ hands move up to my thighs. I’m wearing his boxer shorts with the waistband folded multiple times, so he has access to my bare legs.
He strokes up and down, sending electricity up my legs and right to my pussy. With his right hand, he massages almost all the way to my pussy, and I suck in a breath.
Miles pretends like nothing happened, then does the same on the other side.
I should stop him. I should say no.
Miles rubs the fatigue out of my thighs until they tingle. He brushes up and over my pussy multiple times. He just pretends like it was an accident. My whole body is on fire, and it’s not from the run.
Miles grips my thigh, tugging me slightly to him. I look at him from under hooded lids. His gaze bounces between my eyes and then down to my lips. He licks his, then looks back up at me. “Can I kiss you?”
I suck in a breath and hold it. Miles’ eyelashes are dark and thick, and his pupils are completely blown.
I nod slightly.
A devilish smirk crosses his handsome face, and he yanks me toward him. I yelp, and he yanks my boxers down at the same time as he lifts me so they slide off my hips.
“Miles!”
I gasp as he buries his head above my pussy. He takes a deep breath in, making my cheeks flame. Miles places a kiss above my clit, then looks up at me, his eyes twinkling.
I try to push his head back, but he grabs both my hips and pulls me into him.
