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“Scratch,” I repeat dumbly, stuck onwant.I do want him. Desperately. I haven’t felt this way
before, but this aching, pulling feeling in my abdomen can’t be anything but desire.
That sexy smile is back, and he glides over me, his chest hovering over mine. “Whatever this
game is, I like it. Let’s go to my room and play more.”
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“L et’s go to my room and play more,” I murmur, completely sucked into her vortex. What kind of
strange magic does this woman have? She draws me in so easily, using none of the practiced
moves I’m used to. Swear to christ, the way she watched me as she held that glass to my lips was the
most incredible turn on. I am primed, and ready to give her exactly what her body is asking for.
I’m unprepared for the hands that shove me up and off of her, or her sudden drop to the floor. I
lunge toward her, honestly freaked the fuck out. Is she hurt? Is she sick?
Is she playing another game?
My arms are useless, but she’s faster than I am anyway, crab walking away from me.
“I should be going now. Take care. Hydrate. Use a straw. That will be easier.” She spins, rising to
her feet, giving me a glimpse of that truly epic ass.
“Freeze,” I bellow, losing my cool. I’m grateful when she stops, but the second I step toward her,
she backs up. I stop, desperate to figure out her play. “Seriously, what the fuck is your deal?”
“My deal?” she asks, wetting her lips. “I don’t understand.”
I’m so tired of games. Why do women do this? Pretend like they don’t know the score? “Please
don’t try that shit with me. If you want me, fine, let’s do this. But this innocent little act you’ve got
going on…” How do I finish that sentence? I fucking love her act, I want more of her wide eyes and
breathy sighs, but I hate the pulling away.
Her cheeks flood with color, and she folds her arms over her chest, drawing my eyes right to her
luscious breasts. “I’m not playing games.”
“Sure you aren’t. What would you call this, then? Kissing me, then backing away? It’s a classic
push and pull, and you’re a master at it.”
“I wouldn’t know,” she murmurs, eyes locked over my shoulder. “I’ve never done any of this
before.”
A laugh almost escapes, but I bite it back at the last second as those words and the way she’s
