Page 32 of Don't Game Me
“What’s going on here?” he asked her.
“Forget it.” She stared at the mirrored walls, not meeting his gaze.
“Look, I shouldn’t have kissed you last night or today. I’m trying to be decent about it. The two of us…it’s out of control.”
“Kissing me both times were mistakes. Got it.” She plucked at the strap of her purse.
“Neither should’ve have happened, but I didn’t say I regretted it.”
The elevator opened on her floor. She stomped to her room and swiped the key. It lit up red. She did it twice more, getting red each time. “Come on. Open then hell up.”
He grabbed the keycard out of her hand and swiped it slowly. It lit green. She elbowed him out of the way and pushed into her room at a speed suggesting she hoped he’d get locked outside in the hallway.
He threw his suit bag on the sofa, grabbed her arm, and whipped her around.
“What?” Her cheeks flushed.
“I thought I made it clear last night that this has nothing to do with me not wanting you. This is a bad time for whatever this is between us. Really bad time. There’s something going on here, Becca. There’s always been something.” He pressed her against the wall, his body flush to hers in all the right places, indicating just how turned on he was.
Breath rushed out of her. “Is this you trying to prove a point and then walk away again?”
He dipped his head to lightly nip the depression behind her ear. She gasped. His lips moved lower. “You drove me insane today. Absolutely insane. I wanted to do this all day.”
Her head fell back, leaving exposed the smooth skin of her neck. Unable to resist, he kissed a path up the smooth arc of her neck. His hand fell to her hip, digging into the denim of her jeans to hold her in place.
“There are so many reasons I know I shouldn’t.” He kissed her deeply until he had to pull back for air. “I want you, Becca. I have since… God, forever. It’s wrong though. We both know it.”
“Maybe you think it’s wrong. I don’t.” Her hands kneaded from his ass to his lower back, pushing his shirt up to touch him. Her hot fingertips dragged across his back, sending tremor ripples through his skin.
He pressed his thigh into the V of her legs, pushing her legs apart. She gasped at the pressure against her core. “We shouldn’t do this because of me. Because of Noah. Because I’m part of your family.”
“I don’t care,” she said hoarsely. “Let’s do this and not analyze.”
“This is crazy.” He kissed her again, unable to get enough of her taste. Her body melted into his, and the world around him ceased to exist. He planned to strip off her insanely tight jeans and press her against the wall. Or lean her against the bed and lick every wonderful inch of her body.
His hand trailed to her breast, and he felt its hardened peak. Her body trembled as he rolled it between his fingers.
Stop. Before this turns into a catastrophe.He could have her now, but he couldn’t keep her. He didn’t deserve her. She came from a family of everything right and good and would end up with the whole fairytale one day. Whereas he wasn’t Prince Charming. He came from Shitville, a shit family, and shit genes programmed to drag to hell any woman with which he attempted permanence.
There could only be a right now. She needed to understand that if they kept going. But touching her became as necessary as breathing.
“You are so tempting…so beautiful.” His fingers pulled her shirt over her head so he could see the soft swells he’d been imaging. He cupped a breast, losing a little more of his self-control, and brushed his thumb over the hard peak.
Another breathy moan from her shattered through him. He unbuttoned her jeans and teased the edge of her underwear.
“Please, Jake…please.”
His head dipped to one breast, his tongue flicked out, and he drew her into his mouth. Her skin was so soft. The taste of her was incredible.
His fingers teased along the saturated edges of her sex. He might’ve done this a hundred times, but with Becca everything was different. She mesmerized him with her responses.
She was so trusting and yielding in his arms. So damned perfect.
His phone rang. She tensed.
“That was yours, right? Not mine?” she asked.
He jerked away, dislodging his knee from between her legs, but he caught her before she fell.
