Page 65 of Forbidden Romeo
It makes me lose my mind…
and my clothes.
Nervously, I wet my lips and his eyes immediately track the motion of my tongue across my bottom lip.
Tipping forward, he presses his nose to the base of my jaw and inhales slowly. “Want to play a game?” he whispers into my neck.
Not trusting my voice just yet, I simply nod.
“You have to answer no to all my questions,” he whispers, his voice rumbly and soft.
“Only if you answer yes to mine,” I counter, our words a parallel to the same game from college. Only this encounter is laden with even more tension and opportunity.
I shift my body so that I’m straddling him, bringing us nose to nose. Even though the game hasn’t even started, I can feel how hard he is pressing against my wet core.
“Will you come home with me tonight after the show?”
My smile fades a little.
I had hoped to go home with him tonight.
We haven’t spent a night together since I’ve been back from my father’s funeral. And I hadn’t ever been inside his apartment.
But I follow the rules of the game and shake my head slowly. “No.”
Then, a slow smile spreads along my face as I realize his wording. “Will you come spend the night at my place tonight after the show?”
“Yes,” he whispers. “Did you wear this slip of a dress just to tease me?” His hands grasp my ribcage, gathering the delicate silk in his fists.
“No,” I lie. “Will you take my dress off for me?” I lift my arms over my head as he tugs it off of me, the soft material kissing my skin.
He tosses my dress to the side and groans, pulling back to examine me. “God, you are stunning.”
“That’s not a question.”
Holden leans forward until his mouth is brushing against my lips as he speaks. “Can I put my mouth all over your body? Sink my tongue between the sweet heaven of your thighs?”
I whimper, unable to give him the answer I want. Clad only in my bra and panties, I wriggle in his lap. “Holden,” I moan.
“Say it,” he commands.
A sigh ripples out of me as I answer, “No.”
“Can I lay you out on this table and make love to you?” he asks.
I shake my head no at the same time that I answer him.
I’m so turned on, I’m practically vibrating with need. “Holden, please,” I beg.
“Just a couple more,” he coos and nips my ear. “Do you love me?”
I gasp and pull away to look into his eyes.
But he simply stares me down, challenging me to cheat on our game. “Holden, don’t?—”
“Answer the question, Katherine. Do you love me?”
“N-no.” I force the lie from my mouth and it rolls over my tongue like acid.