Page 19 of Dark Embers

She laughed. “Okay, but no more going easy on me. If I’m going to win, I want to win fair and square.”

I chuckled. “Fair enough. No more going easy on you.”

The look she gave me said she caught the double meaning in my words, and suddenly this game wasn’t just about golf anymore.

The next hole was slightly more complicated, with the grass twisting in several angles before reaching the hole. Arya didn’t ask for help this time, just set her ball and positioned herself in putting stance.

I couldn’t be sure, but I had the feeling she was intentionally arching her ass out more than necessary. No one looked that sexy trying to hit a golf ball. She pulled the club back just as I’d shown her, then struck the ball. It bounced off the boundaries several times, surprisingly sailing right into the hole.

She cheered excitedly, jumping clean off the ground.

“Why do I have the feeling I’ve just been hustled,” I commented.

She shrugged. “Beginner’s luck. And I’m pretty good with geometry.”

“Uhuh,” I hummed, trading places with her for my turn.

A breeze wafted her scent in my face just as I took my swing, and I hit the ball a little too far to the left, sending it bouncing too many times and landing far from the hole.

“Didn’t I tell you not to go easy on me?” she asked, crossing her arms behind me.

“Maybe you’re too distracting,” I said, my voice husky and betraying a trace of my dragon.

She bit her lip and skipped ahead to the next hole.

Each round got more difficult, and it was hard to concentrate with her so close. I was usually a skilled golfer. Arthur had made sure I was proficient in all forms of high-society sports. Mini golfshould be child’s play for me. But for the first time, I didn’t mind losing. Not to Arya.

Especially when she took every opportunity to tease me with her touches and subtle innuendos.

As we neared the eighth hole, I noticed we were alone. The golfers that had been ahead of us had played at a quicker pace—probably because they weren’t flirting so much—and now the path in both directions was cozily vacant. A fact I no longer minded. After all this heated back and forth between us, I was eager to have her all to myself.

“Maybe if you try closing your eyes, you’ll get this one,” she suggested playfully as I prepared for my swing.

I shrugged. “Okay, then.”

I closed my eyes, pulled back much more than I needed to, and swung as hard as I could.

She squealed, and I opened my eyes to see the ball flying against the blade of the windmill and bouncing into the bushes.

“I didn’t actually mean that,” she exclaimed, and we both laughed.

I headed into the bushes to retrieve it, and she scurried behind me.

“I’ll help you find it,” she said.

I turned to object, but I tripped on a rock and lost my balance, inadvertently taking Arya tumbling with me. We rolled down the small grassy slope, and I landed on top of her, both of us laughing our heads off.

I braced myself above her and prepared to get up and help her. Our glances locked, and I paused and looked down at her.My laughter subsided, and my smile fell away as her blue eyes trapped me in their hypnotic snare.

She reached up to gently stroke my cheek, and just like that, all my restraint shattered. I lowered my mouth to hers, and she welcomed me with hungry lips open and tongue eager to taste. We fell into an intense and frenzied rhythm, our mouths opening and closing in sync with each other, our tongues wrestling and never getting enough.

Her hands raked my back and sides, pulling me closer against her as she pressed her body up against mine. Her legs spread to allow my hips to nestle between them, and the feeling of my dick so close to her pussy sent me wild with need.

There was no more holding back from this devastating creature. Arya was mine, and I was finally going to taste her. We were alone in this secluded part of the park, and at this point, I didn’t give a damn who saw what I was about to do to her.

I kissed across her jaw to her neck, nibbling her ear once before sucking the skin beneath it. Her sweet scent saturated me, her soft hair caressing my face, and I wanted to nuzzle myself in it forever. But there was another place I wanted to bury my face in more.

I kissed down her torso, not caring that my lips pressed over the fabric of her sweater as I made my way down to my target. I gripped the creamy flesh of her thighs before hiking her skirt up to allow me access as I lowered myself between her legs.

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