Page 52 of Game On

She peered at her drink. “I really needed this drink. Are you going to hang for a minute?”

“I was going to relieve Mari.”

She waved me away. “Oh, go on then. I don’t want to keep you.”

But I could see the number of men looking for an in with her. One was across the bar checking her out, and something territorial crawled up inside me. I didn’t like the way they looked at her.

So I ordered another beer instead.

“Don’t stay on my account,” she said and looked down into her glass of wine.

“I’ll stay for one drink. How’s Rosie?”

She beamed. “She’s good. She’s at her dad’s again tonight.”

“So things are better, then? He didn’t flake on you again?”

She shook her head. “Nope. How’s Liam doing? He’s still having nightmares?”

I blew out a breath. “Better. Your sister has been helping with that. He adores Rosie.”

The corner of her lips curled up into a smile. “Mari sends me photos of them playing together. He’s so sweet with her.”

“I think he has a thing for blondes,” I joked and gave her a grin.

Her hair fell into her face, and before I could tell my brain to stop, I reached a hand up and pushed it behind her ear. God, I wanted to kiss her right here in this bar. When I stared into her gold-flecked eyes, the sounds of the bar melted away, and all I saw was the gorgeous creature in front of me.

“Logan?” she whispered, pulling me from my distracted thoughts.

“Hmm?”

I should have stayed far away from her, but something pulled me to her. I had to resist it, but it was a losing battle as I stared at those plump lips, just waiting for my kiss.

She planted a hand flat on my chest, and electricity sparked through the material of my dress shirt. When she reached up on her tiptoes, I bent down and took her mouth. I dropped my guard and kissed the woman who had been invading my thoughts all week long. Until my hands were in her hair and my tongue was in her mouth.

What the fuck am I doing?

I wrenched myself from her mouth, and when I pulled back, her lips were bruised and her face flushed. Like a woman who had been well-kissed and ready for more.

“Logan?” she whispered again.

My dick answered for me, even though my brain knew it was a bad idea. “Go out with me again?”

She cocked her head at me in an unasked question. I shouldn’t want to take her out again. I should fuck her in the backseat of my car and be done with it. Or better yet, leave her alone altogether. But my horny brain was on overdrive all week long, remembering the sound of her moans and the way her lithe body fit together with mine.

“My offer was no strings,” she explained, staring at me, so I understood what she meant. “If you need something casual, you don’t have to take me out again. Hell, if all you want is someone to game with when you have thirty minutes to do a quest in Dragonspire, I’m down for that too. Or if you need a fellow single parent to bitch to, I got you there.”

“No.”

“No?”

“If you’re going to spend your precious time with a guy who can’t give you what you deserve, I’m gonna make it worth your while.”

She gave me a small smile. “I’m a simple Philly gal who likes pizza and playing video games all night long.”

A grin spread across my face. “I love that you’re my dream gamer girl, but I still want to show you a good time. Even if whatever this is⁠—”

She leaned up and kissed me again, cutting off my sentence. I let her take the lead, but soon I was angling her head again, and I knew we were drawing attention to ourselves. We must have looked like two horny teenagers.