Page 60 of Worth Every Game
He waits, but when an answer doesn’t come, he dips his head and runs a hand through his hair. “Right, then. Guess I’ll head to bed.”
He starts walking towards me. He’ll have to pass me to get to the door. The tension between us is crushing my chest with each step he takes and my heart is beating like a hummingbird’s wings…so fucking fast.
I can’t stop staring. His body is honed for strength, like an animal. A lion prowling towards me. I want to dig my nails into those muscles, feel how hard they are.His quads are huge…
An intense ball of need swells between my thighs and I cover my eyes with my hands.It’s too much. This man is way too fucking much for me.
He stops right in front of me. I can sense him there.What the hell is he doing?
Warm, heavy hands cup my shoulders. “If I get dressed, will you have dinner with me?” His voice is so soft that if I could, I’d wrap it around me and lie down in it.
What game is he playing now?I shake my head.
“El, look at me. Don’t play coy. I know you’ve seen your share of naked men before.”
I swallow.His hands are so big. So hot. His touch is burning me up. I’m sweating. I pop open one eye. “None who look like you,” I mutter.
A rumble of delighted amusement sounds from deep in Jack’s chest. “I don’t want to fight with you. Have dinner with me.”
I open my other eye, forcing myself to keep my gaze above his jawline. He holds my stare like it’s something precious, his face eager and pleading. “No. I just told you I wouldn’t sleep with you.”
“Dinner, El. Not sex. I’ll put my dick away.”
I huff the tiniest laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”
“But you like me.”
It’s not a question, and I swallow back the reflexive ‘yes’that springs to the space behind my teeth. Regardless, Jack hums as if he heard me speak it and liked the sound.
“I’m going to tell you something,” he whispers. “Just one time. So listen carefully.”
“Okay.” The word is little more than an exhalation. I’m pretty sure I haven’t taken a full breath for minutes now. It’s making me lightheaded.
“I don’t want to play anymore either.” His voice is strangely soothing, and my breathing settles into a more regular rhythm. “Because I like you. I like you a lot. Way more than the game. Way more than wanting to win. I can’t stop thinking about you, and I don’t want to find sex elsewhere. I only want you. So let’s start over. Have dinner with me. Now. Tonight. Tell me what’s wrong. Tell me what made you cry.”
I drop my head into my hands again, pressing my fingers into my eye sockets, then drag them down my face and look back up at Jack. “Are you fucking with me? Is this a play? A move?”
“No.” He slides a hand from my shoulder to my neck, grazing the bare skin. His thumb rests on the divot at the base of my throat. My body fizzes, everything going tight and then loosening, over and over, in a pulsing rhythm.
“I don’t believe you. You’re naked. You took the apron off. That’s a move if ever I saw one. You’re still playing the game.”
He chuckles lightly, and the sound dusts my skin like glitter. “Okay, get ready, because I’m about to be really fucking honest.”He takes a breath and it feels like he’s stolen all my oxygen with it. “I’m done playing. No more games. I don’t want you to come in my lap again, El. I want you to come on my dick. Naked. I want to see you fucking bounce on it.”
My loins burst into flame like dry kindling.Wow.Jack Lansen is a dirty-talker, and he wantsme. Right now, nothing else in the whole world matters.
“Have sex with me,” he rasps.
“Really?” I whisper, a hint of neediness in my tone as though I’m asking a favourite teacher if their praise is genuine. “Are you begging?”
“I am. I'm begging you. Please.”
Oh, my heart. I've never heard him sound so earnest. If he's begging, then I’ve won the game, but I don’t even care anymore because Jack Lansen is all but on his knees for me, and that’s worth so much more than money.
I want to laugh. I want to dissolve into fits of giggles. I want to scream at the top of my lungs and jump up and down. I don’t know what the fuck I want because my brain has short-circuited, and all the nerve endings in my body are shooting through me like a meteor shower across the night sky.
“I want to come inside you,” he continues. “I want to feel how wet you are for me right now.” My pussy gives a responding throb and I clench my thighs.Very wet. Suddenly, the only thought in my head is that his dirty talk totally turns me on. As though he knows, Jack shifts a little closer and whispers in my ear. “I want to hear you scream my name as I make you come apart.” He pulls away again, and I lean towards him like he’s controlling my movement. He lets out a tiny chuckle, little more than a gust of air, and his breath hits my skin, sending a pleasurable shiver through me. “Fantasising about it with only my right hand for company isn’t going to cut it anymore.”
“You thought about me?”