Page 94 of False Play
“Night, pretty boy,” I whispered.
“Night, Kenny baby,” he rasped.
I gave him a small smile and opened the door to mybedroom. When I shut myself in it with a soft click, I rested my forehead against the sleek white door with a long sigh.
I couldn’t shake the disappointment in the pit of my stomach when he didn’t reach for me. I was expecting…something.Anything. I was terrified of making the first move. I didn’t have it in me to do it again.
Haven’t you been complaining that you’re tired of not living?
I shook my head as I stepped into the shower. My brain was getting too many crazy ideas, and it was clouding my judgment.
Hot water ran down my skin, relaxing my muscles as my head continued in overdrive.
Is it crazy, though? To live and enjoy life? To have causal, fun sex for the hell of it?
When I got out of the shower and slipped into an oversize sweatshirt, I glanced at my door like it was going to give me all the answers I was looking for.
Should I do it? Go up to his door, knock, and beselfishfor once? If there was anyone I trusted at the time to give me what I was looking for, as crazy as this was to admit, it was Henry.
No, I thought to myself.That’s insane.
But what if it wasn’t? We had already crossed the line. What difference did one more time—or multiple—really make?
With my heart lodged in my throat and adrenaline coursing through me, I took three deliberate steps, and with a shaky breath, I grabbed the door handle, opening it.
I was determined to see this through—to bebrave.
My steps faltered when my eyes landed on Henry standing in front of me in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs that didnothingto hide what I knew damn well he was carrying. My eyes raked over every hard muscle of his forearms, the pronounced veins, the freckles that dusted his pale skin, and hischiseled abdomen. He was tall, broad, and allman—it wasoverwhelming.
His broad chest rose and fell quickly, like he was having a difficult time breathing. Which was funny, because my chest was like a drum pounding too hard, too fast, and it made it just as difficult for me to breathe. My eyes settled on his, and they were this darker shade of blue, with flecks of gray that all but screamed how hungry he was forme.
If I had to describe how Henry looked, only one word would come to mind—feral.
The energy barreling through my body was hot and wild, and impossible to tame. Electricity danced in the space between us, charging the very air we breathed like a live fuse.
My eyes dropped to his lips, and a deep growl bubbled out of Henry’s chest as he breathed out, “Fuck it.” Then he swiftly threaded his fingers through my curls possessively, searing our lips in a deep, hungry kiss.
I moaned like it was instinct when his lips met mine. He was the only source of air my body demanded. His kisses were explosive, like a collision of stars leaving their hot mark. Iwelcomedthe burn. Iwantedmore of it.
We were a mess of hot, wet kisses and heavy breaths as his other hand gripped my waist, and he walked us inside my room and shut the door then turned me around and pushed me against it. He tilted my head to get more access and started to trail kisses from my jaw to my neck and collarbone.
I was fuckingaliveunderneath his touch and the way he planted kisses across my skin like I was the only thing he wanted to savor.
It fueled me with reckless confidence, so I pressed my hand to his chest and guided him until the back of his legs hit the bed, forcing him to sit. I straddled him, and his hands gripped my ass while his wild, hooded eyes met mine. My fingersfound the hem of my sweatshirt and lifted the fabric without wasting a second.
Henry’s eyes landed on my naked chest, and he groaned a low, “Fuuuuck.” He was in awe, just staring at me like I was his sole focus.
In my thirty-two years of life, I had never felt truly powerful. Most of my life, I’d moved through with false confidence. But one heated look from him, and I was ready to conquer the whole fucking world.It terrified me.
But it didn’t matter. The need to be with him was stronger, and it made it easier for me to push all those unwelcome emotions to the side.
I threaded my fingers through his hair and gave it a gentle tug. “What are you waiting for?” I rasped against his lips. “Fuckme, Henry. Let’s break the rules.”
“Oh, Kenny.” His chuckle was dark, gravelly. “I’m going to have so much fun with you.”
I moved my hips, pressing my center against his length, and I smirked when he let out a low, pained groan. “Show me what you got, pretty boy.”
He swiftly picked me up and splayed me against the soft mattress. His body hovered over mine as his mouth found one of my brown nipples and he swirled his tongue around it, pulling a moan out of me. His calloused hand roamed my ribcage, my abdomen, and my curves like he was committing every inch of me to memory until it landed on my drenched panties.
