Page 45 of The Game

Chapter Twenty-Four

Dani

The sun streams through the opening between the curtains of my bedroom window. Late Sunday morning is my favorite time of the week. I don’t have to work. The neighborhood is quiet except for the random vehicle starting up to head for church or a family brunch. And I can sleep.

I stretch and snuggle closer to the warmth. The warmth? It’s more than my cocoon of body heat. I inhale and take in Gunner’s musky scent. A smile spreads up my cheeks, and I open my eyes.

The man is beautiful. There are no wrinkles to mar his face, just a hint of a five o’clock shadow. So sexy.

I reach up and run my finger along his jawline. He stirs, and his eyes pop open. For several seconds, his focus appears off as he blinks and glances around the room. Finally, he settles on me. “Good morning.”

“Good morning.” My grin grows wider, and I trail my fingers down his arm. Last night was magnificent. If it is possible, I fell for him even more.

The attentiveness and thoroughness of his devotion is something I would never have asked for. No other man has looked at me the way he does. He makes me feel feminine and treasured. Two things my ex was devastatingly bad at doing.

He scoots closer and places his lips against mine. Crap. Morning breath. I pull back and place a hand over my mouth. “Morning breath. Let me brush my teeth first.”

“Okay.” His hand massages my hip and my clit pulses.

Oh, hell. What’s one kiss? “Never mind.” I raise up on my elbow, and he grabs me.

When our lips meet again, I groan and slide my lower body against his swollen cock. Even though it’s only been a few hours since we last made love, I need to touch him again. To be as close to him as possible.

His mouth trails along my jawline until he reaches my ear. When his hot breath fans against my sensitive flesh, I dig my nails into his shoulders.

“God, you make me so needy.”

“Doll, there’s nothing that makes me happier than knowing you want me.” The growl in his voice does things to me I’m not prepared for. I want to curl up in my bed and live here forever with him. Unfortunately, that’s not life. We both have responsibilities to uphold.

His fingers slip down my belly and over the soft curve of my abdomen. Goosebumps scatter along my flesh as an electric current is shooting through me. I spread my thighs apart and give him access to my sex.

His finger flicks over my throbbing clit, and I grind my sex against his palm. “You are so wet and ready for me.”

“Yes.” I love everything the man does. I love Gunner Sinclair. The butterflies in my stomach flutter and flip as the knowledge floods every inch of my body.

“I love the feel of your pussy sucking me off.” He slips two fingers inside my tight hole and thrust deep inside.

“God, that feels so good,” I mew. The ache between my legs is greedy for the sweet release of ecstasy. A bliss only he can bring me. My breath is heavy and hard as I strain against him.

The sound of a cellphone buzzing breaks through my whimpers of pleasure. Who the hell is calling?

Damn it. I don’t care. They can wait for five minutes. That’s all it will take before I come undone. The phone chirps again.

He stiffens, and his hand stills. Shit. Seriously? My head falls against the pillows. The ceiling light mocks my quest for orgasm.

“What time is it?” Gunner’s voice is strained as he rolls off me in search of the vibrating cellphone.

“I don’t know. I don’t have a clock in here.” I groan in frustration and raise onto my elbow. Between the curtains, the sun shines off the golden buckets of my potted plants on the deck.

What time is it? My heart sputters in my chest and then slams against my ribs. Gunner’s game. Holy fuck.

“Son of a bitch.” He jumps off the bed and snatches the phone off the dresser. Once he swipes the screen, he slams it against his ear. “Yes?”

I grab the sheet and hold it to my chest. The look in his eyes scares me.

“I realize that now.” He grabs his jeans off the floor with the phone tucked between his head and his shoulder.

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