Page 40 of The Games We Play

Hm…Got his attention.

Without the extra layers, it’s much colder and my thin bra does nothing for support or protection from puckering. Giving myself another once over as I shift in my seat, I can’t help but notice my taut, erect nipples peeking through my top. I pull on the fabric, giving it a bit more friction and add to their pert demeanor.

I lift my chin and tilt slightly toward him. His eyes flicker to my face, down at my chest, then back to the road. His hand grips the steering wheel with white knuckle force as he blows out a steadying breath.

As he turns into the cul-de-sac that I know so well, he parks in my driveway and my face falls in confusion.

He gets out urgently, slamming the door behind him, and I can barely turn to follow his movements when my door flies open and he grabs me the same exact caveman way he did at the club.

He takes the clothes I held in my lap, then I yelp as he flips me over his shoulder again.

“Seamus, what are you doing?” He stops, glances around again, then heads to the side yard gate between our houses. He kicks it open, breaking the clasp.

“You savage animal! You didn’t have to break it, you could have just flipped the latch.”

“I’ll fix it.”

So, not only does he act like a caveman, he sounds like one, too.

Walking through the side yard, he turns into the open backyard and passes by my yoga mat that’s still laid out on the patio. Iwas in a rush this morning and left it out. My sweater and jogger pants are draped over the patio furniture, and I blush again with both arousal and a little embarrassment that he’s had his vantage point on my life that I don’t typically share with anyone.

He tosses my jacket and shirt that haphazardly lands on top of the left over clothes already there, as one tumbles over itself onto the ground.

I feel myself falling back again as he leans down and places my feet on the ground. Before I can turn around, he presses his body against mine, caging me in between his extended arms, and I’m backed up against the oak tree in my own yard.

Memories flash behind my eyelids of a younger Seamus, standing like a fortress in front of me, attempting to shelter me from the watching eyes of campers.

He stood so strong and so proud until I begged him to touch me, and then he completely fell apart.

I want that Seamus.

“Why did you bring me here?” I tilt up my chin in a bit of defiance.

“I owe you an orgasm.”

My eyes widen at his response. “Here?”

“The girl I knew was always up for a challenge.”

Oh, he is baiting me right now.

“If it turns out anything like the first time, it won’t really be a challenge,” I bait him right back with a smile.

That slow, sexy smile returns, like what I said was the equivalent to shaking a red flag in front of a bull.

He leans into me, completely engulfing his body over mine. The tip of his nose trails over my jawline and down my neck. His breath is hot against my skin, and even though he’s hardly touching me, I feel him everywhere.

“Can I touch you?” he whispers over the shell of my ear.

Apparently, I’m up for no challenge and he’s already won since, I nod without a second thought.

“And…Isthisokay?” His fingertip moves up my arm, around my collarbone, and trails down the peak of my breast with a barely there graze over my pebbled nipple.

“Yes,” I breathe out.

“Can I kiss you here?” His lips explore my skin again, this time planting kisses along my collarbone.

I nod again, tilting my head back, exposing more of my body to him.

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