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Possessive feelings course through my veins. It’s wrong, but I like that. I like that I’m going to be the one to make her feel good.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she adds.
Something in her face tells me she thinks it’s areallygood idea, though. She wants this, she just doesn’t know how it fits in with her stupid rule.
“And why is that?”
“A guy like you doesn’t go down on women.” Her eyes dart around before her gaze lifts to mine, flickering with curiosity and reluctance. “It would be a waste of time.”
My smile curls higher. “Really?”
Her throat works. “And you wouldn’t know how to make me come.”
My mind was already made up, but a switch flips inside me, and the game is on. “You think so? You sure about that?”
She arches a brow, still looking uncertain but clinging to that cool demeanor she wears like armor. “No one’s ever made me come like that.”
She’s so cute, and by the time we’re done tonight, she’s going to be screaming my name.
“How about a friendly wager, Hartley?”
CHAPTER32
HAZEL
This isn’thow I expected this conversation to go, and now I’ve dug so deep I can’t get out. Rory’s eyes are bright with competition. I just challenged the most determined guy in professional hockey, and he hates to lose.
Why? Why would I challenge him like that?
“What do you propose?” I’m barely whispering. In my ears, my pulse thunders.
His mouth hitches higher. “I bet I can make you come.”
In my experience, hot guys aren’t that good in bed. They’re selfish because they don’t have to work as hard to get women. And Rory? He’s the best-looking man I’ve ever met.
There’s no way he’ll win.
“You think?” And yet, I’m playing this game with him. Weak, Hazel. So weak.
“Iknow.”
I can imagine how his tongue would feel, swiping hot, wet circles on my clit, winding me higher. I know how soft his hair is, and I’m itching to tug on it while his head is between my legs.
Holding my gaze, still resting his hand on the door above my head, he dips his fingers into my leggings and strokes me. I arch, lips parting as heat sears through me.
“Are these the panties I bought?” he bites out, and I nod.
He lets out a low laugh, running the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip while his fingers slide over me, drawing firm circles. The muscles between my legs flex around nothing as pressure builds.
“And you’re so wet.” His smile is arrogant, like he’s already won. The approval in his voice has me tightening up, tilting my hips against him for more friction. My center aches, and I wish he was inside me.
I can’t even get a full breath; I’m just taking tiny sips of air. “And what do you get if you win?”
Another slow, wet stroke over my clit. “Anything I want.”
My pussy clenches, sharp and fast, and my teeth clamp down on my bottom lip. Why is the idea of Rory taking whatever he wants so hot?
“And if I win?” I’m fighting to keep from moaning as he circles the tight bud of nerves. “If you can’t?”
