Page 128 of Force Play
Yeah, I’m pretty sure it will be.
thirty-eight
Lucia
Aftertheslowestdayof work in existence, I peel off back to the hotel so I can shower. It’s hot as hell today with high humidity, and I’d rather not turn Ari off completely when I go up to his room.
Yeah,hisroom.
We’ve always hooked up in my room—or whatever random space we can find—so it felt a little strange for him to ask me to meet him in his room tonight.
I get the feeling this isn’t exactly typical for him.
The thought causes my heart to flutter in my chest, knowing he’s that comfortable with me.
Once I clean off in the shower, I dry myself off and pull on an oversized T-shirt and a pair of shorts. I don’t bother with anything else because what’s the point?
He’s just going to rip them off me as soon as I get there.
I pull my wet hair up in a messy bun, toss my favorite vibrator into a black bag, and then head four floors up to his room.
He pulls the door open before I can even knock.
Ari looks fuckingdeliciousright now.
Navy athletic shorts hang low on his hips while every curve and ridge along his bare torso is on display. Top that off with those sexy glasses I love so much, and I’m ready to climb him like a goddamn tree.
“It’s rude to stare, Spitfire.”
I stride past him, and he shuts the door behind me. “It’s rude to look likethatwhen you answer the door. And I don’t think you minded me staring one bit.”
His tongue wets his bottom lip. “Look all you want, sweetheart. I like having your eyes on me.”
“I like having you on me,” I quip, desperate to feel his hands all over me.
“God, you’re sexy.”
Ari closes the distance between us and seals his lips over mine. I mold my body against him, swiping my tongue over his as he backs us against the wall.
He lifts me up by my ass, and I hook my legs around him. I break our kiss and let out a soft moan when he rubs against me, and I can feel all of those piercings against my clit.
“Ari…”
He lets out a breath and seems as if he’s trying to compose himself. “You have no fucking idea what that does to me, Lucia. Hearing you moan my name like that. I’m fucking addicted.”
“Addicted to me or addicted to hearing me moan your name?” I ask, and I think I’m secretly hoping for a particular answer.
Ari smiles against my lips and tucks a loose hair behind my ear. “You, baby. I’m addicted toyou.”
I take his face in my hands and kiss him fiercely.
It’s exactly what I wanted him to say.
But what the hell do I make of that?
Why do I want him to be addicted tome?
I have a sinking feeling in my gut that I might knowexactlywhat that means, but I’ll never admit it.
