Page 70 of Reckless
Winter just needs a little heat to warm herself.
Peter has already curled himself onto the pristine white bed sheets, approving of the extravagant room.
“Get in bed, Winter. Or I will put you there myself.”
Her body is close enough to mine that when she turns to face me, the tips of her nipples brush against my chest.
“What part of I don’t need your help isn’t registering?” Her shoulders rotate back, but that only presses her breasts further into my chest.
Vivi is blissfully happy with a bottle in her crib, and Winter has her claws out just the way I like.
Two can play this game.
Times are changing.
“All of it, Winter.” I run my hand down the side of her body, palm shaping her hip. No hemline of panties at all. I groan right as she sucks in a breath, both our chins dropping to look at my hand splayed over her possessively. So small beneath my palm.
Memories filter in of me flipping her over and lifting her hips just the way I wanted them. Her ass arched back toward me, legs spread wide in offering, while I reached under her body to strum at her clit. She whimpered my name and came on my cock, even though she swore she never could.
I drop my mouth to her ear, not missing the way she shivers. “You’re going to accept my help. And you’re going to like it. You might even thank me for it.” I nip her earlobe and lower my voice to add, “Like you did the last time I gave you a hand.”
With a few gentle steps, I move ahead, pushing her toward the bed until the backs of her bare legs butt up against the edge. With a soft nudge at her hip, her tired body folds and she sits on the mattress with me towering above her.
I softly grip her jaw as I bend down to come eye to eye with her. Her pale blue irises race over my face like she’s trying to guess what I might do next.
There’s no resistance in her right now, only curiosity. Possibly even some of the same memories I’ve been obsessing over, based on the way her hard nipples strain against her nightgown.
“We’re a team, Winter.”
Her breath fans out over my damp lips in short, harsh pants as she stares at me. “A team.”
I nod. “Yes. A team. So we’re going to have to work together sometimes. You can’t fight me all the time.”
The column of her throat works as she swallows, and I pull away, needing some space. Needing to get away from her before I fuck up this sliver of trust I’ve worked on earning with her.
“Yes.” Her voice is an unsteady whisper. “We’re like business partners.”
Business partners.
That term still makes me want to break something.
We are not that.
My grip is back on her chin, a little firmer this time, as I angle her face up to mine. “Winter,” I rasp. “I have sponsors. And agents. Doctors and trainers. Those are business relationships. You and I are a lot of things, butbusiness partnersis not one of them.”
She licks her lips—licks her fucking lips—gaze bouncing between my eyes while her hands grip the edge of the mattress.
“Why not? We could be.”
This woman never backs down. It’s fucking infuriating, and I love that about her.
“Because the things I dream about doing to you are horribly unprofessional.”
I throw all my restraint out of the goddamn window and take her mouth.
I’m hard and unyielding, one hand at her jaw while the other slides into her hair. And she doesn’t miss a beat. Her mouth opens, and she welcomes the kiss. Her hands latch onto my shirt and she steps in close.
Like a precious metal, she warms.
