Page 84 of Play Dirty

Haven stared at me for a half-second, batting those bright blue eyes. Then— she pushed them away.

“But I—” I started, dragging a hand from her hip. “I just—”

“Grayson?” she murmured, her lips brushing mine again.

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.”

That did it.

I kissed her again, harder, as Haven pulled my hand back to her warm, bare stomach. There was no hesitation this time. No restraint. Whatever control I’d been clinging to snapped clean in half.

I shifted between her legs, feeling them open for me without resistance, wrapping around my waist like she’d already decided this wasn’t something she wanted to stop either. The heat was insane. It was everywhere. Immediate. Totally overwhelming.

She moaned again when my hand slid back up her thigh. Her reaction was sharper this time; her body tightening beneath me, pulling me closer like she needed more of it. More of me.

“Jesus…” I muttered against her mouth.

This was happening.

There was no stopping it now.

It was actually—

A crash exploded outside the door; loud and violent. We both froze through another bang, this one accompanied by shouting that grew louder in pitch and volume.

The commotion was right outside.

“What the—” I started.

Someone slammed into the wall… hard. Voices — chaotic and angry — spilled into the hallway.

Not ours, though. No one from our group.

Then—

Pounding on my door.

“Reavers! Open up!”

Mercer.

I exhaled sharply, dropping my head for a second before pushing up off the bed. Pushing back from between her legs…

“Shit.”

Haven sat up fast, dragging the sheet with her. Her sapphire eyes were wide, her breath uneven, as reality hit the both of us at the same time.

“Clothes,” I said, already moving.

I grabbed the sweatpants again, and this time she didn’t argue. She pulled them on quickly, then reached for the first shirt she could find — one of mine — dragging it over her head to cover her half-shirt.

My old jersey tee. The one with my number on it.

Another series of pounding rattled the door.

“Now!”