Page 41 of Don't Game Me
“If things don’t go well next week…” She squeezed the business card tight in her hand, its edges cutting into her skin. Had she told Quan she could play video games? She didn’t remember. Maybe he presumed everyone in the Harrison family could play, not a wrong assumption. “You’re getting married. Don’t stress about me. I think Noah’s waving for you.”
Jake watched Becca stagger as if she were a few glasses of wine beyond tipsy. He couldn’t keep track if she’d had one or four drinks in the past hour. If she didn’t slow down, she’d crash right into a toilet-hugging morning, which would make the wedding pretty damned miserable. He had to stop her. She laughed a little too effusively at something a woman said.
Jake grabbed the drink out of her hand and set it on a table. He whispered in her ear, “Come with me.” He took her hand, not giving her an option. At the bar, he ordered her a Sprite and slid it her way. “You’ve had enough.”
“I’ll say when I’ve had enough. I’ve only had a few glasses.”
“It’s enough.”
“Who are you? My dad?”
“Your father would tell me to stop you. Want me to go ask him?”
“He left an hour ago.” She sipped at the soda. “It’s a wedding rehearsal party. Drinking is what we do, right?”
“Not me,” he said softly.
“No, you never do.” A few tears leaked from her eyes. “No drinking. One-night stands only. No hooking up with Noah’s sister. Yeah, you have principles.”
He snagged her hand and pulled her out of the room.
“My purse,” she protested.
“It’ll be fine for a few minutes.” He led her to the deserted hallway they’d been in earlier.
“Why don’t you want to go to the wedding with me?” she asked in a small voice. Her luminous hurt-filled gaze met his.
“I never said I didn’t want to. I said I couldn’t.” He lowered his head and dirty kissed her, his lips hard and his tongue diving in. Her fingers curled into his shirt. She fell against him, going soft like she had the last two times they’d kissed. It turned him on. Big time.
He pulled away to make sure she was on board with this. That this wasn’t just him pushing her.
“What?” she asked, her eyes glazed. “Why are we stopping?”
He resumed kissing her while he skimmed his hand up the smooth skin of her thigh, pushing her skirt up until he reached the lacy edge of her panties. He felt her slick wetness on his finger.
He shouldn’t do this. She was tipsy, possibly drunk.
She released a groan as he teased her. He eased a finger inside her, into the tight clutch of her body and watched her body bow with startled pleasure.
“Should I stop, Becca? Or do you want more?” He stopped moving his finger.
She rested her head in the crook of his neck, her rapid breaths ticking his skin. “Don’t stop. Please.”
He added a second finger.
She sucked in a startled moan. “Oh, God…” Her dilated gaze met his. “I’m won’t…not here like this.”
“You’re beautiful.” He leaned in and kissed her, his fingers not giving her a break. Her body clenched around him.
“Jake…?”
“I’ll catch you.”
He swallowed the rest of her moan with a kiss, allowing her to ride out the storm until she exploded.
He shouldn’t have done that. Although, damned if she didn’t go off like a rocket every time he touched her. Such a temptation to see how high the Becca rocket could fly.
There wasn’t one damn thing wrong with her—gorgeous, smart, and responsive. Except, something was going on that she wouldn’t tell him about.
