Page 118 of The Game We Played

“Maybe I don’t need to worry about them resenting me anymore.”

“Good. Now you can concentrate on how jealous they are that you’re dating the hottest player on the team.”

Her brow wrinkles. “I am? Terri’s going to be pissed when she finds out I’m dating Nolan.”

I growl. “The quarterback is not the hottest member of the team.”

“Sorry. Did you mean Brock?” She shivers. “No, thanks. May doesn’t share. Ask me what happened when she found out her friend was flirting with her boyfriend. It involved chili-fried chicken, and it was brutal.”

“I didn’t mean Brock and you know it,” I grumble.

“Corbin? He’s okay looking, but he’s too quiet for me. Siena enjoys quiet men. Not me.”

“Stop teasing me.”

She giggles. “And miss how the muscle in your jaw spasms and your nostrils flare? Nuh uh. Too fun.”

“You think it’s fun to tease me? I’ll show you teasing.”

I tickle her ribs. She tries to bat my hands away. When she doesn’t succeed, she runs away. I let her. I enjoy chasing her.

I chase her straight into the bedroom. I shut the door behind me and stand in front of it with my arms crossed over my chest.

“Where are you going now?”

She glances at the balcony. “It’s only the second floor and we’re on the beach. I won’t break my leg.”

She reaches for the door and I tackle her. I throw her over my shoulder before dumping her on the bed and crawling on top of her.

“It’s cute you think you can tease me.”

“I don’t think I can. I can,” she sasses.

“And now it’s my turn.”

I glide my palm from her thigh up her body until I reach her breast. Her breath hitches, and her blue eyes darken until they’re nearly violet.

“Touch me.”

I glide my hand up and down the side of her breast. “I am touching you.”

She squirms. “Not there.”

I pause. “You want me to touch you here?” I tap her nipple and it immediately hardens.

“Yes,” she breathes out.

I plan to touch her everywhere. Worship every inch of her body until she’s begging me for release. But first…

I meld my lips to hers. She sighs and I plunge my tongue into her mouth. Her taste hits me and I moan. I’ve missed her taste. I’ve missed her. I’ve missed this.

She wraps her legs around my waist and begins grinding her core against my hard length. Oh no, she doesn’t. She’s not giving herself pleasure. Making Alaia come is my job.

I tear my mouth from hers. “Arms up. Grab the headboard.”

She doesn’t hesitate to follow my directions. I unwrap her legs from around my waist before unbuttoning the top of her dress to reveal her lacy white bra.

She arches her back to push her chest into my hands. “Lay still or I won’t touch you.”