Page 111 of Risky Game

I nodded.

He arched a brow.

“Yes, sir,” I whispered.

He grinned. It was wicked and fierce, and my body ignited with desire for him.

“Good. First of all, what you heard when I was talking to Vanessa yesterday wasn’t what you thought. And frankly, I’d misunderstood her as well. I’ll explain it all later, but I want you to know, right now, even if she showed up at my door and begged me to take her back, I wouldn’t. And I made that very clear to her.”

“You did?”

“I also told her I was with you.”

“You did?” I squeaked.

He pressed his finger to my lips again to silence me, but this time, he was smiling. “Shh. Let me talk.”

I rolled my lips together and nodded, but my cheeks were starting to burn and that pulse in my core was a throbbing mess. God, I loved being like this for him. And I’d screwed it up so badly.

“Second, my parents also know. You were right, yesterday, too. When you said you’d sleep in your room while they were here, I assumed that was what you wanted, but I never took the time to tell you that was not what I wanted. We both screwed up. I wanted to tell my parents about you, but I thought you didn’t want them to know. The rules of our game changed a month ago, Ruby, and I don’t think either of us has done a good job communicating that.”

He was so right. I’d been the one to float the idea of just sex. Keeping it casual. Sex with him was hot. And I never gave him any indication I was thinking anything different.

“I’m still sorry I left yesterday, though,” I whispered quickly, in case he tried to shush me again.

“I know you are. And I’m not mad at you for that, but you do have two options now to choose from to make it up to me.”

My nipples tingled, and my heart raced with anticipation.

“Okay.”

He stepped back and settled his hands on his hips. My gaze rose, followed the movements, and in front of me, front and center, behind the shorts he wore, he couldn’t hide how turned on this was making him either.

My mouth watered to lean in right then, tear down his zipper with my teeth, and take him. He wanted it. I knew he did. He loved me on his knees in front of him, taking him deep in my throat.

Instead, he threw me for another loop when he held out his hand. “Option one.” I settled my hand in his and as he guided me to my feet, he continued, “I can take you to my bedroom, and I can bathe your body with kisses and make love to you. I can whisper all the reasons why I’m falling in love with you and why you’re not leaving this house and then after, we can figure out what our future looks like together, especially with your schooling.”

“Falling in love with me?” Tears were starting again, and my words trembled as they fell from my throat.

He cupped my cheek with his other hand and brushed his thumb along the corner of my mouth. “You heard me,” he whispered.

He leaned in, gently pressed his lips to mine, and pulled back.

“Or you can choose option two.”

Nothing could sound better than the first option, but still my mouth went dry at the look in his eyes, and I was dumb enough to ask. “What’s option two?”

“Go to my room and find out. The choice is yours and I’ll be there in five minutes.”

“Logan—”

“Go.” He kissed me. Hard. Logan slammed his mouth to mine and stole my breath and thank God he was still holding on to my hand because he would have knocked me to my ass with the power of that kiss had I not had a hold on him.

“Time’s starting now. Don’t keep me waiting.”

I grinned up at him, and as his brow rose, I turned and fled toward his room.

Option one would be sweet, soft. He’d make me feel so good, and I absolutely wanted to hear him tell me all the things he loved about me so I could return the favor and tell him all the things I loved about him. I thought about it for a moment. How good he made me feel when he went slow. The mornings when it was quiet and he slid inside of me before I was fully awake and he took his time. Our bodies pressed together in the sunlight.

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