Page 126 of Play Fast (Brooklyn Dawn 2)

I cocked a brow. “You’re rather filthy.” I slid my arms around her. “I love it. I love you.”

It didn’t make sense that the words were so easy to say now, when I hadn’t said them to another living person in more than five years. But it was as if they’d been there all along.

When she was in front of me. When she was gone.

Days we’d spent together and all the ones I’d missed.

“I want to believe that. I want to be with you. But I don’t think I can bear to wake up again and find you gone.” She lowered her head, and I caught the tears falling off her chin. I was trying like hell not to join her. “I want to trust you, Oz. Give me a reason. Make me believe you,” she begged.

“I don’t know how.” My voice broke. “I don’t know what to say. Or do. Help me figure it out.”

She looked at me steadily, her gaze as direct as a laser. “You know what to do.”

“No.” I shook my head. “I haven’t read up on it yet.”

She laughed so hard I thought she might crack a rib. She cupped my jaw, her eyes going soft with amusement. “I won’t tell if you won’t. We can make our own rules.”

“I have handcuffs in the bedroom. The velvet kind. They’re much better than bedsheets. That’s gotta be a don’t in the handbook.”

She wet her lips. “Not sure. I didn’t get to that part.”

“I thought you could, you know, do it to me. If we got there. Not saying I’m expecting that, because I don’t. We aren’t all about sex.” I allowed myself just the briefest glance down her sinful body in her short skirt-shorts thing and V-neck top.

“Even though I’m so much hotter now?”

“Well, do you expect me to lie?”

“No. You’re hotter too. Or else I’m just really horny.” She rubbed against me, and my cock reared against my zipper. “No, definitely hotter.”

I frowned and rubbed at the brown spot on her leg, then noticed more were on her skirt. “What happened to you?”

“I dropped coffee in my lap. It’s a theme. At the club, Jamie’s boyfriend of the hour splashed me with her drink.”

“Maybe you just shouldn’t wear clothes anymore.”

“Not sure how that would help, but gotta say I think the idea has merit. Especially right now.” Then she tilted her head to the side. “Please tell me you didn’t buy a pink bed. Or a Barbie one. Or whatever some salesperson convinced you was the way to a woman’s heart.”

My lips twitched. “No. Same bed. But I did stock three kinds of creamer. One was called Va-Va-Voom Vanilla.”

She laughed, and I realized that I could be happy hearing just that sound for the rest of my life.

A little later, I added another sound to that list—her moaning beneath me as I secured the cuffs around her wrists.

“Okay?”

We were already both breathing hard, and I’d barely gotten her undressed. Turned out she didn’t much care about using the cuffs on me right now.

My girl wanted to go first. And I’d put her first every day, always.

“I’m so okay.” She looked down at herself, spread wide for me. So vulnerable and open. Putting herself into my hands.

I’d never been given a bigger gift. I wouldn’t waste it.

I kissed my way down her body. Being as patient as I could. I filled my hands with her breasts, teasing the tight tips with my thumbs. Rubbing my stubble over them as she whimpered and strained against her bonds.

She’d decided she didn’t mind stubble burn. I’d probably let her shave me again though.

Later. Much later.

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