Page 22 of The Game

“Up,” he said gruffly.

I raised my hands so the hoodie could go over my head. He discarded it to the floor and palmed my cheek to bring me in for a kiss. I pushed up on my toes to meet him better. I hadn’t joked when I told him I never did anything spontaneous. Yet falling into him like this was as easy as breathing.

Malachi’s wicked mouth turned a soft kiss into a bruising demand. One of his big hands snaked into my t-shirt to take a rough squeeze of my breast, then he backed to the bed.

Releasing me, he sat on the mattress and lifted his chin. “Show me them.”

Heat painted my cheeks. Closing my eyes, I plucked my hem with trembling fingers and lifted the t-shirt above my bare breasts.

Cool air pebbled my nipples. Or maybe it was the sexy-as-hell growl from Malachi.

“Eyes on me, angel.”

I peeked at him. He regarded me with unhidden admiration.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. Your body is banging.”

I dismissed him with a laugh, dropping the material. “Says the man who has been around beautiful women his whole career.”

He drew his eyebrows in question.

“I saw you in an interview with a stunning reporter,” I confessed.

Malachi’s eyes gleamed. “When was this?”

Oh damn. I stared at the floor. “I don’t want to say.”

Abruptly, he lurched up and was in my space, walking me backwards to the window. Like in the living room, I had floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the river with the city beyond.

Malachi picked me up, and I automatically wound my legs around his waist. My skirt rode up, and I tried to tug it down, but he grabbed my wrists in one big hand and constrained me.

He ran the tip of his nose up my neck. “Seems to me someone here doesn’t know her worth. Which is impossible because you, Emmeline Watts, are the smartest, hottest woman I’ve ever met.”

I made a sound of distress. He kissed me to stop it.

“So that only means one thing: that I need to prove it to you. The whole world should know just how goddamned sexy you are.”

Malachi wrestled my t-shirt over my head in a breathtaking move. I squeaked and huddled against him, but his own shirt went the same way.

He kissed me, and the cool glass touched my back. Anyone in this estate of young couples and singles would see me clearly. I was only on the third floor.

“Now are you going to slip this skirt off or do I need to tear it from you?” he growled.

“Tear it,” I breathed.

The material shredded in his hands and fell away, leaving me completely bare. Then he wrestled with his jeans and freed his dick, sheathing himself in me in one smooth thrust.

“Fucking hell, woman. Always ready for me, aren’t you?”

I whimpered by way of an answer, sinking down onto his big cock. At this angle, he was in so deep it made me instantly mindless.

Malachi kissed me and thrust in and out, supporting my behind and holding my face to keep my focus on him.

“You’re beautiful.” Then he slammed his palm on the glass beside my head. “Hey, Deadwater, see how beautiful my woman is? She’s mine.”

I moaned and tucked my head into his neck.

Malachi gave a dark laugh. “This window open? Never mind, I’ve got it.”

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