Page 14 of On His Knees

Oh, plenty.

“Arms up,” I say. She lifts her arms. “Now turn back to me.” She does as I say, and there is a sexy pink flush on her face when her eyes meet mine. Her hair is a tumbling mess, coming out of the clip and falling over her shoulders. Goddammit, I can’t wait to release it all, grip it tight as I bring her mouth to mine. Kiss her until she’s begging for me, pleading with that one sexy word...please. A tremor rips through me, and zaps my aching balls as I picture her sprawled out on my bed, mine to do with as I please.

Fuck, maybe I should sleep with her. Take from her the way she’s taking from Granddad. Talk about logical reasoning at its worst. I shake my head. Yeah, I could justify it any way I want, but what it boils down to is this—I want to do dirty, wicked things with her. I want my mouth on her, my hands, my tongue. I want to spread her legs wide-open, and bury myself between her legs until morning. A week from tomorrow.

But that would make me a complete asshole.

“What if we step over it?” she asks, breathless.

I think about th

at for a minute, anything to get my mind off the way she’s wiggling against me, her scent teasing my senses, playing havoc with my restraint. Agreeing to this game is having the intended effect, but it was supposed to be only on her, not both of us.

“It’s worth a try.” She bends first and steps over the rope, putting both our hands behind her back. She’s flush up against me, trying to get free. “It’s impossible,” she says.

“Do you give up?” the blonde asks.

“No, I don’t give up, but we have to call it quits,” I say, and gesture toward the counter holding our take-out bags. “Our order was just called.”

The girl unhooks our hands, and tosses the rope over her shoulder. “That was...fun,” Summer says with a laugh as she bundles her hair back up, and clips it. I glance at her slender neck, as energy arcs between us. She touches her throat, like she’s well aware of the way she affects me.

“Thanks for playing with us,” the girl says. “Come back tomorrow night, see if you can do it then. We’ll probably have other games, too.”

“I’ll come back right after I look online,” I murmur, and Summer narrows her eyes at me.

“That’s cheating.”

“No, that’s called playing to win,” I say, and give her a wink. I grab our coats and hand hers over before we head toward the pickup counter.

She shrugs into her coat. “Do you always play to win?”

“Always,” I say, and step up to the counter to grab our food.

“So do I,” she says, her voice holding all kinds of promises, but her attention gets diverted when she sees the three big bags in front of us. “What did you order?” She goes up on her toes for a better look.

“I didn’t know what you liked.”

“So you ordered one of everything?”

“Something like that.”

“You’re crazy.” I’m beginning to believe so, too. I should just seduce her and end this now, before I do something I can only regret later. “Here, let me help,” she says.

I hand her one of the bags, and she gives a finger wave to the teens before we head back outside.

“Wait, why didn’t we eat inside?” she asks, stopping on the steps.

I nudge her to set her into motion. “We’re going to my place.”

She stops again, her big eyes round and curious. “You want to take this back to the staff quarters?”

“Nope,” I say, and start walking. She hurries to catch up.

“Then where are we going?”

“Right over there.” I point to the private chalets at the base of the mountain.

“Oh.” Curiosity morphs to confusion. “How...”

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