Page 85 of False Play
I knew exactly what I wanted when, against his lips, I whispered, “Take me home.Now.”
TWENTY-ONE
HENRY
I’D BE HONORED TO BREAK THE RULES WITH YOU.
Kennedyand I had barely made it over the threshold of the apartment, and she was already bringing our lips together in another intoxicating, deep kiss.
Fuck, there were no words to explain how addicted I was to this woman already. It was insane.
Our kiss grew desperate by the second, and I couldn’t get enough.
She nipped my lips, and I groaned against her mouth as I did the same just as eagerly.
She fisted my shirt and brought me closer to her, and I gripped her waist to keep her flushed against my chest. I loved the way my body wrapped around hers. I loved the way we were connected already. How well our energies matched.
“This fucking dress has been torturing me all night,” I mumbled against her lips as I gripped her ass and pushed her against the wall.
Her ass was a fucking wet dream. The perfect amount to grab and play with. I was going to—without a doubt—be remembering this moment for the rest of my life.
She moaned against my lips, but I swallowed her sounds with every flick and swipe of my tongue inside her mouth. My hands itched to touch her everywhere, but the little logic I had left made me—painfully so—stop kissing her.
“Please, don’t stop,” she whimpered against my lips.
I heaved a deep breath. “Kenny, wait,” I whispered as I took a step back against my will. I was already missing the heat of her body, but I needed to be strong, at least for a minute or two.
Her eyes fluttered open and met my gaze as she frowned.
“Are you—” I stopped myself, debating my next words. This was probably going to be the stupidest thing I was ever going to do, but I had to ask, “Are you sure about this?
“About what?”
“Breaking the rules.”
She took a deep breath as she absentmindedly threaded one of her curls around her index finger. “Areyou?” she asked instead.
“You already know I’m a rule breaker, Kenny baby.” One of my hands rested on my hip as I shot her a lopsided smirk. “The question is,are you?” I rasped.
Her chest rose and fell in quick succession as a lingering, charged silence fell between us. My heart thrummed painfully against my chest like a ticking time bomb as I eagerly waited for her response.
“Say the word, and I’ll walk away,” I said softly. “You’re in charge here, Kennedy.” I understood her more than she would ever know, and putting her in an uncomfortable situation was thelastthing I would ever do.
But fuck, I was hoping she would say yes. That she would forget about that stupid contract and have fun with me. I wanted to be the source of her happiness. I wanted her to use me to startliving.
Her body shifted closer to mine. She reached for mybackward hat and plucked it from my head, letting it fall to the floor, then threaded her fingers through my hair. My eyes fluttered, becausefuck. Her touch was like a shock to my system. It jolted me awake from the inside out.
She stood on her tiptoes and brushed her full lips—which tasted like strawberry and stale beer—against mine, the movement alone making me exhale a shaky breath. “If I’m going to be a rulebreaker, I’d rather do it with you.”
A huge sense of relief flowed through my body, and I took a deliberate gulp as I replied, “I’d be honored to break the rules with you.”
Not able to hold back any longer, I crashed my lips with hers for the third time that night. This time, it was more explorative, butjustas explosive. Butterflies took flight in my stomach, and my heart somersaulted in my chest from excitement.
I was one happy man when she said those words. A woman like Kennedy didn’t trust easily, and the fact that she was willing to do this? I couldn’t believe it. Having her trust was comforting. I wanted to cherish it with everything I had.
She hooked one of her legs around my waist, giving me the perfect access to press my thigh right against her clit. I grabbed a fistful of her curls and tilted her head back, knocking her cowboy hat off in the process. My lips kissed her jaw then the column of her neck, and I sucked the sensitive flesh gently, winning a moan from her. My hands landed on the leg she had hooked around me, and I started to caress it until I gripped part of her outer thigh. I was fucking obsessed with her legs. I couldn’t believe I was touching them. She was smooth, soft, and had the perfect amount to grab. I wanted to worship them—her.
“Henry, please,” Kennedy begged weakly as she started seeking friction against my thigh.
