Page 79 of Don't Game Me
Was he punishing her by leaving her like this?
He excavated protection from his nightstand, which he quickly rolled on.
Moments later, she felt him between her legs as he pushed into her in that overpowering way, holding her tight. She lifted her head to meet his brief kiss but couldn’t focus on kissing, not with how he moved. His deep, slow strokes brought her up to the edge again, but then he changed. His strokes became harder, even deeper.
“Yes,” she exhaled. “No stopping.”
But he did. Her eyes flew open. He leaned down and kissed her, but differently this time, tender. His eyes clouded with emotion. The softness in his gaze prompted her to respond with her own tender kiss. She pulled back and ran her hand over his forehead and down the side of his face before curling her fingers in his hair. She arched, drawing him deep inside her.
He groaned.
She watched the changes in his expressions as he lost control and thrust hard. He kept the rhythm strong and deep until…he fingered her clit. Everything in her body tightened. Her mind flew apart. Moments later, he joined her, diving over that edge with her. He repeated her name over and over until he stopped shuddering and went quiet.
“Amazing,” she murmured, caressing his back and shoulders with a soft touch. “You’ve ruined me for other men.”
“Stay here tonight.” He rolled to his side, pulling her against him. He murmured drowsily, “I don’t want there to be other men.”
25
He’d fallen asleep instantly. No surprise given how exhausted he’d looked. Becca dozed but awoke with a jolt. How long had she been out? Bedside clock read…no. Three hours?
She should’ve left long ago.
In front of the wide windows that reflected the lights of a nonstop, still wet city, she found her backpack and 0versized coat, and dressed carefully. Her phone buzzed.
“Quan?”
“I’ve been trying to call you for hours, Becca. I said go to his place and get in a fight to draw him out as inoutside, not…what I assume happened. Is this guy your kryptonite or something?”
“Or something. I can still try to draw him out, but he’s sleeping pretty heavy.”
“Lisi is downstairs in the lobby where she’s been since about twenty minutes after you and Jake went into his place.” Quan cleared his throat. “She got serious fast. The attendant is down, knocked out, maybe dead. I can’t tell. She took over all security cameras in the place, but I was able to sneak into the surveillance system to watch her. She might be a decent hacker, but not as good as me.”
“What about other people entering? Someone could get caught in the crossfire.” She didn’t want to do this, but Lisi was their best bet to find out more about Symphis. They’d followed her—actually, the phone—to New York. Quan told her this might be about tying up loose ends.
That said, she didn’t get it. Why put her through the bogus meet at Comic-Con if Lisi intended to kill her? Maybe “loose ends” to Symphis wasn’t her, but Noah and Jake.
“She put up a sign directing everyone to the side entrance. Something about construction. And pulled the shades. You’ve got to draw Jake downstairs, see why she’s so focused on him, and find out what she knows about Symphis. Don’t forget to turn on the recording app I put on your new phone.”
“You think she might…kill me? What about Jake?”
Quan’s sigh came through the phone loud and clear. Did it mean he was irritated or exasperated or impatient or something else? “Maybe this isn’t a good plan.”
“This is the closest anyone’s gotten. She might know who Symphis is. I’m doing it. Just be sure to show up in time. That means before one of us is dead.”
Becca swallowed over a lump in her throat as she hung up.
Time to wake up Jake.
She returned to the bedroom. Standing outside, she opened and shut the bedroom door loud enough to reverberate noise through the bedroom. Outside, she waited. And waited.
A peek inside showed he hadn’t budged. A small snore escaped him.
She went into the bathroom adjoining his bedroom, turned on the light and the fan, cursed as if it’d been an accident and shut them off. She froze outside the bathroom, waiting.
Jake rolled over.
Well, crap.
