Her chest grazed my arm when she reached past me for the clipboard, her fingers skimming the bare skin at my waist as they briefly crept under the hem of my shirt. She’d done it on purpose. She was testing me.
I caught her wrist.
“Seriously?”
“What?” She was innocently mocking me.
“I told you I don’t like being messed with.”
Her smile curved slowly. “I’m just playing the role, Dangerous. Isn’t that what we agreed on? The game, right?”
The game? What the fuck was she talking about?
“This is not what we agreed on. But I’mgameif you’reready to take this up a notch. I think the rules are null and void now.”
“Maybe, I mean, I’ve had your tongue in my mouth, your fingers inside me,” she whispered, lip caught between her teeth. “What’s a little PDA?”
“Don’t tempt me.”
She didn’t even flinch. She matched my energy.
“I bet the other counselors have bets on when we hook up.”
“Bets?”
She shrugged, casual. “Maybe next Saturday. Maybe tomorrow.”
Fuck Saturday. Fuck tomorrow. If she kept looking at me like that, I wasn’t making it through the night.
“We already hooked up, baby.” But my voice came out shaky, trembling, just thinking about her.
She leaned in; her breath warm against my ear. “You okay, Max? You look… flustered.”
I took a half step back, every muscle straining. She was fucking with me, and I was over it. The caged animal I had been holding in was about to claw himself out.
“I’m just thinking about all the ways I’m going to fuck you when you finally give me the green light. I’m not just your bestie anymore, sweetheart.”
She smiled, no longer shy, and followed me. She dragged her hand down my back.
“Yeah? You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Wanna do it right now?”
She wanted me rabid for her. When the chorus of campers’ voices carried across the hill, it was the only thing that saved her from me snapping right then and there.
“Trouble,” I muttered under my breath. “Keep this up, and I swear to God?—”
“You’ll what?” she asked, smiling like the devil. “Turn me into the gamemasters?”
I looked at her, confused as hell, but grinned back. “I’m not going to be fucking gentle with you.”
Her lips curved, soft and lethal.
“Maybe I don’t want you to. I mean, what are the game rules?”
“Rules?” What was she talking about? Our rules?
“Yeah, I mean, you said they were null and void now, so tell me the line.”
The rules had shifted. No, the rules had been obliterated. And I was fucking here for it. But what game was she talking about?
