Page 55 of Wicked Player

I’d give him this, but I wanted more. I would wait. But I wouldn’t wait forever.

I’d already made that mistake with Connor and learned from it.

From behind, his hands went to my head. The cool brush of satin pressed to my forehead and then darkness overtook me.

It was strange, that satin.

As soon as it touched my skin, other areas warmed and rose to life, like him cutting off my light had a direct ignition switch to my core.

His large, warm and rough palm scraped down my arm to my hand and he clasped it in his.

“I’ll move slow so you don’t have trouble walking.”

I gripped his hand firmly and leaned into his arm. And together, we went to the back rooms.

Eighteen

Elizabeth

My body was a live wire by the time we entered the room.

It was the first time we entered together, and it was significant. For the first time, I not only knew who was going to give me unforgettable bliss, but his hand was still clamped in mine.

The door clicked closed behind us, yet all I felt was the contact of our skin. Hands connected. Bodies warmed. Oh yes.

We were so doing this.

“We’re not in the same room,” Gage said. He moved us so I was facing him and his hand went to my shoulder. “Our usual room was taken, but I think based on what you enjoyed from watching that other couple, this one will be just fine.”

A cross. There had to be.

“Is that something you want?” he asked. His hand let go of mine, and they were at my hips, sliding beneath my tank top. Hot, burning skin pressed against my sides as he pushed up my shirt.

I wanted a bed and his body covering mine. But as he touched me, removed my shirt, my arms lifted of their own accord. And then his lips were at my shoulder. The slight scruff of his jaw running along my flesh.

“You didn’t answer.”

“Yes. I want that.”

“Good. Turn around.” He guided me and then there was the rustle of clothes. His hands slid to my back, flicked the clasp of my bra. He slid down the straps of my bra and as fresh cool air hit my breasts, his mouth was there, sucking and tasting, moving from one to the other, lower, until his hands were at my waist.

I imagined him, all broad shoulder and dark-haired, dropping to his knees before me. “Lift your foot.”

I listened, lifted one foot, then the other, as he removed my shoes. He reached around and unbuttoned and unzipped my skirt. The soft fabric slid down my thighs, cooling it until his hands followed, dragging down my underwear, and everything warmed.

Guiding me toward the cross, arousal slid through me.

“Face me.” His hands at my hips gently guided me backward. “I want to see you as I tease you.”

“Just tease me?”

“No. I promise I’ll give you everything you want.” His hand cupped my cheek, fingers at my jaw and then his mouth was on mine. A firm, claiming kiss that stole my breath and filled me with life all while sending me careening out of control.

I was pliant while he lifted my hands, buckled them in. Instinctively I reached for a bar along the top I knew would be there to hold. And spread my legs. Buckles and snaps. The swoosh of his clothing as he moved. The gentle aroma of his cologne wafted in the air. By the time he had me naked and restrained, I hungered for him. In a way I knew if I lost him, if we didn’t get past the blindfold and pretend secrets and masks, and he walked away from me, it’d take me far longer to get over Gage than it did Connor.

“Please,” I whispered. He was still at my feet. Hands at my ankles. Running long, sweeping circles up my calves to my knees.

“Patience.” He kissed my legs, fingertips ran at the backs of my knees, lips brushed along my inner thighs. He moved closer to my sweet spot, teasing brushes of his fingers and lips on my skin in places that shot sparks of flames throughout my body. “All good things come to those who wait.”

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