Page 5 of Play to Win
Her tongue slipped out, swiping her lower lip quickly, but in just enough time to send an instant jolt of desire soaring through his body.
“Oh, I think you do.” He reached out to touch her chin, just beneath the lip she’d just licked.
Her skin was soft as he took a chance and rubbed the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip again. Her eyes grew darker, the hollow between her neck and her collarbone pulsing as he suspected her heart rate had picked up a notch, just like his. This was insanity. He’d gone to school with Portia and there’d never been this type of arousal between them. Sure, they were just kids back then, but he'd been sexually active back then too, just not with her.
“You obviously know what to do with those items in your bin,” he continued. “I’m just offering to be a live candidate for your instruction.”
Ethan was offering a whole lot more than that. He wanted inside of her now. The urgency of that admission slammed into his brain, pressing the good sense he’d worked so hard to hold onto aside. He had no idea where Portia Merin had been in all this time, and that wasn’t the most important tidbit of information he expected to acquire by going back to her room. Was she married? Or otherwise committed? Those were big points in Ethan’s mind, points that should and could never be ignored. Yet, he hadn’t asked that question because he was mesmerized by her mouth.
“I know my job,” she said before stepping away from him.
She turned so that he had another glimpse of her delectably round ass and his painfully hard dick pulsated once more.
“I remember you and the rest of your crew from Providence High,” she continued.
This time, as if to make a point, she snapped the lid tightly onto that bin before lifting it into her arms and perching it on her hip. Now, why the hell was that so sexy? He watched people lift and unpack boxes on a weekly basis at the bar, but never had he felt as if he might shoot his shot in his boxers. This was a ridiculous situation and he should have simply kept walking past the door to this room, regardless of the sounds he’d heard. Yet, here he was. And there she was, standing a couple feet away from him, hair a wild mass of curls around her perfectly pretty face, lips pouty and inviting as hell.
“More importantly, I haven’t forgotten what you and your friends did to me behind the bleachers when I was a sophomore and you were a senior. So you can just save your sinful smile and silky voice for the next woman. I’m not interested.”
Portia walked straight toward him at that moment, pushing past him with a strength Ethan hadn’t expected. He stumbled out of her way and watched her, dumbfounded, as she walked out of the room.
