Page 37 of Game Over
“You.” That was the only thing she was certain about. She wanted every minute she could steal wrapped up in this man’s arms. “I want you. Any way I can get you.”
His look was savage when he grabbed her and boosted her up so her legs were wrapped around his waist. He walked the few steps to the bed before fisting his free hand in her hair and sweeping her lips open with his tongue. His heart was pounding hard against hers, levelling her with the pain-pleasure they were inflicting on each other.
In a perfect world Deke would be hers forever. They’d have every day and night to make up for all the lost years. But this wasn’t a perfect world, and the clock had already started counting down, so she had to make every second with him count. To burn every kiss, every stroke, every thrust and moan, into her memory, so she’d never forget what it felt like to be so totally cherished. That’s how Deke made her feel, cherished, like his heart beat for her.
“I need you,” she whispered in his ear. “I am never gonna stop needing you.” He needed to know he’d re-claimed every little part of her, and she’d never belong to another man the way she belonged to him.
He let her fall back on the bed before he crawled on top of her. His steel colored eyes were glittering dangerously, making him look feral, like it was taking everything in him to keep the wild on lockdown.
“You’re right, you’re never gonna stop needing me because I won’t let you.” He pushed her shirt up, cupping her breast through the thin lace. “Every second we have… I have one goal in mind.” His lips were trailing down her neck, nipping and licking. “To fill you in every way. Your body. Your mind. Your heart. Your soul, baby. By the time you think you want to walk away from me, it’ll be like we’re one. Your heart will be beating in time with mine.” His mouth skimmed her lips before moving along her jaw as he taunted her with his words. “You’ll be able to read my mind. When I cut myself, you’ll bleed.”
Harper sucked in a breath. She’d never been more in sync with a man, and the picture Deke painted seemed… viable. And scary as hell.
He tugged her shirt over her head before clicking the snap between her breasts so they spilled out into his waiting hand. His thumb glided over her nipple, while his denim-clad thigh parted her legs.
She curled her hands around his neck, losing herself in his eyes before she brought his mouth down on hers. It felt like she was chained to this man, locked down tight, with no hope of breaking free even if she wanted to. Which she definitely did not. If she could relegate real life responsibilities to the back of her mind forever, this is all she would need to be happy for the rest of her life. Deke’s strong arms around her and a soft mattress under her.
She lunged into his kiss, desperate to feel the buzz only he could stir. His hands were exploring above her waist, while their tongues engaged in an erotic dance of give and take. But she needed more. So. Much. More.
“Please, Deke.” She didn’t care if she sounded needy or that he’d reduced her to begging. She’d checked her pride as soon as she got a glimpse of her name on his chest, marking him hers for life, in a way a ring never could.
He flicked the button on her jeans before sliding the zipper down. He tore his mouth away from hers long enough to whisper in her ear, “God Harper, the things I want to do to you right now.”
She trembled, imagining what they might be, wanting to make every last one of his fantasies a reality. “Show me.”
His groan was harsh when he tore her jeans down her legs and stood back to admire the view. She’d never been stick-thin like the cover models whose bodies she used to covet as a teen, but when Deke looked at her with fire blazing in those incredible gray eyes she felt like a goddess… and the star of his dreams.
“You want me to show you?” He licked his lips as he tossed her jeans aside. “Where do I start, beautiful?”
She planted her foot in the middle of his chest, her eyes drawn back to that tattoo. It was one of many, but it was by far her favorite. “I want that,” she whispered.
“What?”
“I want your name on me.”
He closed his eyes as his hand trailed up her calf before his lips grazed her skin. “You don’t know how much I want to see that.”
“Will you do it for me?” She could tell the thought of it was turning him on, which only made her want it more. “Erase my mistake, Deke.” She didn’t have to tell him her ex was the mistake. He knew. “Mark my skin with the name of the only man…” His eyes pinned her before she said softly, “I’ve ever loved.”
“You don’t know what you’re doing to me right now, girl.”
She could see it in the tight set of his jaw, the curl of his lips, the narrowing of his eyes. The tension was palpable, like a leashed Rottweiler, who hadn’t tasted fresh meat in years. He had the power to tear her apart, then piece her back together. His body was huge, powerful, but his heart was huge too. And that steely softness, reserved just for her, made her fall deeper than she’d ever dreamed possible. She’d adored Deke, the boy, but she was possessed by the man.
“I know what you’re doing to me.” She hooked him with her gaze, pouring everything she felt into that eye-lock. “Exactly what you said you would.” Her voice was soft, sultry, when she murmured, “Getting. Inside. Me.”
He sank his teeth into his lower lip before his eyes roamed her body. “Not yet, baby. But I will be. So deep. And it’s gonna hurt… so good.”
Her breath got trapped in her throat every time she thought about how good he could make her feel. How whole and complete. Like their connection was the only thing that mattered. And maybe it was.
She watched him strip the rest of his clothes off while her hands trailed down her body, making his eyes darken with lust as he watched her. “You’re taking too long.”
His smirk was smug when he said, “We’ve got all night, angel. All night for me to make you feel…”
He flashed a smile, making her heart squeeze. God, she loved his smile.
“Feel what, Deke?”
“Everything. Every touch will feel like a brand on your skin.” He was back, searing her skin with his tongue. “Every kiss will set you on fire. Every thrust will fill you and stretch you in the best possible way.”
