Page 91 of Game Misconduct
Just her.
And me, barely breathing.
There’s something intimate about her being barefoot and in a dress that glitters.
She’s also shorter than I thought without the heels, but that just makes me want to possess her and protect her even more.
“Maddox,” she says, like she wasn’t sure it would be me, but hoped anyway.
I don’t answer.
I step inside, crowding her backward without touching her. She doesn’t move to close the door—it swings shut behind me like it knows what’s coming.
“I can’t do it anymore,” I rasp. “I can’t keep pretending this tension between us isn’t fucking real.”
She backs up until her spine hits the wall. “What are you doing here?”
“You know what I’m doing here.”
My voice is low. Ruined.
I crowd her space, bracing one hand beside her head. The other slides to her hip, grabbing a fistful of that glittering green fabric like I’m starving for it.
“I should’ve taken you in that elevator,” I whisper against her mouth, “should’ve stripped you bare and made you scream my name with the whole damn city listening.”
Her eyes flare. Her chest rises.
But she doesn’t stop me.
Her perfume wraps around me—sweet, expensive, and maddening. She’s so close, I can feel the heat radiating off her skin.
Can see the shiver ripple through her when I press harder into her body, every inch of me wound tight and reckless.
“You think I don’t remember the way you looked at me?” I growl. “The way you breathed my name when I had you caged in that corner?”
Her fingers curl into my shirt. “We can’t?—”
“We already are.”
I crash my mouth to hers.
Not soft. Not sweet.
Hungry. Raw. All teeth and tongue and the kind of groan that’s been living in my chest since the first time she walked into my Boston apartment.
She kisses me back like she means it. Like she’s breaking open for me in real time.
I grip her thighs and lift her—dress hiking up, her legs wrapping tight around me.
Her back hits the door with a thud as I grind against her, every hard inch of me pressed between her legs.
“This what you wanted?” I growl into her neck, biting the skin just under her jaw. “Me pinning you just like before? Except this time, I’m not walking away.”
She moans, low and desperate. “Maddox?—”
I shift my grip and tug the dress up over her hips.
“You wore this to kill me, didn’t you?”
