Page 96 of Play Dirty

But I didn’t move. Didn’t push him away. Didn’t do anything except stand there, breathing hard.

“Liar,” he hissed quietly.

A beat of silence passed between us. Then—

“Yes,” I admitted.

That was all it took. Ares kissed me again. Forcefully. Voraciously.

And this time, I kissed him back.

Everything disappeared. The cold. The house. The team.

All of it, gone.

There was just Ares. His hands. His mouth. His body, pressing into mine with a force that bordered on overwhelming, lifting me off the floor as if gravity didn’t apply. The kiss deepened, as a heat spread through me.

It wasn’t careful, or controlled, or even safe.

It was just… consuming.

My hands moved on their own, dragging across his shoulders, his chest, his back. I was desperate to feel the heat of him. The raw strength in him, shifting beneath smooth, unblemished skin.

Clothes came off. My sweatshirt, then undershirt hit the floor. The mouth I couldn’t get enough of kissed its way downward, past my neck, along my shoulder…

I gasped sharply as Ares’s lips closed eagerly over my breast. They moved back and forth, from one to the other, even burying his face between them as my hands embedded themselves into his hair. I was pulling. Clawing him even tighter against me. Feeding myself to his greedy mouth.

The heat became fire, and that fire raged. Wrapping my legs around him, I sighed as Ares made a feast of my bare breasts. My cries became whimpers. My whimpers, sighs. I was clutching his head, drawing him into me as the molten core of my essence became unbearable, and all I could envision was spreading myself open for him.

I was desperate to draw him down, onto the bed, where he could plunder me properly. I wanted him to destroy me. I needed him to quench the desire that burned, white hot, between my aching, trembling thighs.

At one point my eyes fluttered open, and I looked down. And there, on the floor, I saw it:

My shirt.

No.

Not mine.

Grayson’s.

The one he’d given me to wear, the night before, at the don’t-touch-anything because there’s blood on your door, hotel.

The one I hadn’t gotten back to him.

The one I’d put on before bed tonight, hoping it smelled like him.

Fuck.

The moment shattered. Reality rushed in, to fill in the cracks.

What the hell are you doing?

My breath hitched. This wasn’t just a mistake, this was—

Everything.

Too much. Too fast. Too—