Page 54 of Cocky Prince
I set my cup down, never taking my eyes off her, and step closer.
Her smile fades and her eyes turn huge. She sets her glass to the side.
I lean in and brace my hands on the counter next to her hips. “Are we finished with this?”
“With what?” she says, her voice a touch breathless and morning-raspy. Her golden eyes are dazed and focused on my mouth, and her pulse throbs near her throat.
“The game.” I plant my mouth on hers.
There’s a moment when I sense her surprise, as if this wasn’t the culmination of extreme sexual tension built up since the day I walked into Blue Casino and caught her with her ass in the air. Then her ankles unhook and she reaches up and grabs my shoulders, pulling me closer.
Game on.
I slide her hips flush with the edge of the counter, nestling my legs between her soft thighs—exactly where I’ve wanted to be for months. I’m no saint, but I am loyal, no matter what my exes say. And, apparently, hopeful. Because this is the reason for my long abstinence, even if I didn’t realize it. I’ve been waiting for Hayden.
My arms band around her, pulling her up until she’s plastered to my chest. I can feel her heart pounding. Or maybe it’s mine. Either way, she fits against me perfectly.
Hayden wraps her legs around the back of mine, and my groin presses against the sweet spot between her thighs. My breath stops at the exact moment a moan sings from her throat. The sound of that siren’s song snaps my control.
I pick her up and carry her back to the bedroom, her touch and taste burning through me. We reach her bed and I lay her down, immediately covering her with my body. Her arms wrap around my neck and she digs her fingers in my scalp.
I kiss the soft spot behind her ear and drop my arm over the side of her bare leg, hugging her to my body. I skim my fingertips from her calf to the soft swell that teased me the moment my eyes opened this morning, and squeeze her round ass. She moans again and arches into the rock-hard erection beneath my jeans.
“Hayden,” I say. In two seconds I could have her stripped and my body inside hers. And God, if that doesn’t drive every rational thought from my head—
I blink to clear the fucking fog clouding everything except the pleasure I want to give her, and pull back. “Is this what you want?” She’s already following me up, reaching for me, kissing my chin, my throat. I swallow, trying to maintain control, when all I want is to lose it. “Hayden?” This time, the question in my voice gets her attention.
She falls back and stares up at me, her breathing rough and labored like mine. But there’s a split second of hesitation in her eyes—and it’s enough.
I sit up and pinch the bridge of my nose. I want to be inside her more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life—to own her body, and most especially her heart. And because I want that other piece of her I’ve never cared to own with any other, I can’t make a move unless she’s willing to give it all.
I stand abruptly. “I’ve gotta go.”
She sits up and grabs my arm. “Adam?” Her eyes are searching.
I’ve confused her. Jesus, I’ve confused myself.
I reach down and slide my hand through a lock of sun-kissed hair that’s fallen in her face, and cradle her jaw, bringing her close. I gently kiss her mouth and drop my forehead to hers, my breathing rough. “I’ll see you at work.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Hayden
Ihave beena jittering jumble of nerves ever since Adam left me this morning. How dare he leave me a hormone-crazed mess?
That kiss.Kisses.And his hands. The way he looked at me. With warmth, and also like he wanted to devour me. Had he not pulled away, I would have done whatever he wanted. Because I wanted it too. But he did pull away, and now I’m confused.
Everything felt right. The playful way we’ve been around each other these last two days as he worked on my house. And before then, if I think about it. When we weren’t fighting, that is. My physical attraction for Adam has grown deeper and it muddles me.
Icareabout him.
I drop my head to my desk and knock it a couple of times.
“You’re going to give yourself a concussion if you keep that up,” Mira says, her voice ringing out.
I groan. “Don’t you ever knock?”
“Why would I do that?” She walks over and takes a seat across from me.
