Page 50 of The Rough Ride

Liz launched herself into his arms. “I love you. I will forever love you for saying that.” She framed his face with her hands and kissed him. One kiss led to another and within seconds they swept each other into a swirling duel of teasing tongues and love bites.

Wait. Wait. He pulled back and heaved a breath. “I don’t have any protection.”

She peeked up at him with a sheepish grin. “Don’t worry, I went on the pill before the Sanctuary rescue. I knew my resolve was cracking.” She shrugged. “You know, just in case.”

It was party time.In a nanosecond, he’d tugged her backinto his arms. Her hands grabbed at his hair, his hands searched for the zipper on her dress. She unbuttoned his shirt, tracing the outline of the muscles on his chest with her hands and nibbled her way across his six-pack.

He looked down. Nothing turned him on more than seeing his Liz kiss whatever she wanted when he could watch.

He wouldn’t need his shoes, toed them off, and kicked them out of the way. He finished unzipping her dress with one hand while the other roamed her hair and guided her mouth to his favorite places. He slipped the dress off her shoulders, reveling in cleavage that begged for his touch.

Liz wriggled the dress down over her beautiful curves, and the slinky fabric pooled on the kitchen floor. She stepped out of it, snatched and tossed it on the counter. Her red satin bra and panties left him breathless. She took his lips in a searing kiss and made quick work of undoing his belt and pants zipper.Thank goodness.His erection bobbed free.

A sexy smile dawned across her face, and her eyes lit up with mischief. “Are we playing our strip version ofcapture the flag?”

Okay, okay.She’d seen his stars and stripes boxers. If either of them wore underwear with the colors in the US flag, it almost always led to this favored game. He’d play along. She was quite the competitor, but he always won. One way or the other.

Liz squealedwith delight and made a bee line for the dining room. She stretched her arms against the farthest forest green wall and gave him a sexy shimmy.

He sauntered toward her and placed his hands on thetable. “I will win, you know. You often forget to count the pieces of clothing you’ve got left.”

His confidence was adorable, but he was underestimating her. “Let’s play, Sergeant. That’s your side of the table and this is mine.” She winked at him. “I go first. Pants, please.”

“False start, babe. My belt’s still on.” He yanked it from the loops and cast it into Ella’s baby swing. “Your turn. A shoe.”

She removed the shoe from her prosthetic foot and tossed it into the living room. “Give me whatever piece you want, soldier.”

He pulled off a sock and hung it on the draped crystal chandelier. “Your other shoe.”

She bent over, giving him a wide-angle view of her ass, removed the shoe and lobbed it at him.

He knocked the shoe aside with his arm. “Hey, no roughing the passer. And, that sexy peek of your mons is an illegal formation. Do it again—I’ll leap the table and sack you.”

Her nipples tightened under his wolfish stare. “Then you’d be offsides.”

Nick shook his head and snickered. “True. But thinking about your red zone distracts my defense. I’ll break a rule or two if necessary. Your turn to pick.”

“I want your shirt, Sergeant.” She leaned against the wall and savored the erotic torture as he undid his cuffs, and shrugged it off. His body was a masterpiece of thick muscles.Maybe turn in her panties and surrender?

Nick held the shirt exactly halfway across the table. “Here you go, babe. It’s yours.”

She stepped closer and reached for the shirt. His big arms swooped around her and unhooked her bra.

“Hey, that’s a flag. It’s cheating and an automatic first down for me.”

He nibbled her lower lip and smiled. “Thatwas an honest interception. You read the play wrong. Gotta watch my eyes.” He traced a finger up her throat and whispered, “Ready to declare me the winner yet?”

“Never. I play to win.” She allowed the bra straps to slip down her arms. The tent in his pants stood at full salute. Her core throbbed and her underwear was soaked with lust, but all she needed to do was demand a forfeit or capture his boxers. She held her bra with two fingers and in one dramatic sweep of a hand, dropped it on the floor.

He whimpered and adjusted himself. “You’re killing me, Lieutenant.”

“How wonderful…” She gave him a short bump and grind show and smacked her ass. “Fork over the pants, Sergeant.” His mouth fell open like a hungry pillager.

He snapped his mouth shut and set his hands on the back of a chair. “I can’t. There’s change in my pocket. You know the rules. I’ll have to turn the coins in one turn at a time before you win my trousers.” He raised an eyebrow and grinned.

Omigod.That could take forever. Nick was the only person she knew who still paid with cash. He could have dozens of coins. She’d spontaneously combust if she had to wait much longer. She tiptoed toward the table and peeked over his edge. “How many pieces do you have left?”

“Let’s see, babe.” He pulled the change out of his pocket. “Seven coins, one watch, the trousers and one pair of flag boxers. I believe that makes ten.” He glanced at her side of the table. “You’re an excellent strategist, Lieutenant, and I’ve learned not to underestimate you. But, from my point of view, you’re down to those luscious panties. Ready to concede?”

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