Page 83 of Wicked Games

“No. Fuck that. I’m not letting you go. You’re mine, Rowan.”

Tears gather in her eyes and her bottom lip trembles as she tries to look away from me but I won’t let her. “Please don’t do this, Travis.”

“Why?” I whisper, pressing my forehead to hers and closing my eyes. “Why can’t I do this? Why can’t I kiss you anymore?”

“Please.”

I shake my head. “No, I’m not letting you go this time. Why have you been avoiding me? I miss you so much, baby, and I… I need you.”

“Travis,” she pleads, planting her hand on my chest and trying to push me away but I won’t budge. Instead, I lean in and let my lips brush against hers as she closes her hand into a fist, gripping my t-shirt. “You don’t understand.”

“What don’t I understand? Talk to me about it because I meant what I said, I’m not letting you go… unless you really did say yes to that asshole’s proposal today?”

She shakes her head. “I didn’t.”

“Then you’re mine. Say you’re mine, Princess,” I urge, desperate to hear her say the words but she shakes her head again as my throat tightens and I clench my teeth.

“I can’t.”

Come on, baby.

Give me what I want.

The last time we were this close pops into my mind and I remember how distant she was until I threw her over my shoulder and she got pissed off at me. I don’t particularly want to make her mad but at this point, I’ll do whatever it takes to get her to open up. Sucking in a breath, I grip her jaw in my hand and her eyes pop open like I just pressed the magic button. She stares up at me with wide eyes filled with surprise and there’s a little spark of something else, something I recognize and I can’t help but smile.

“There you are.”

She narrows her eyes and tries to jerk out of my hold but she’s not going anywhere. “Let me go.”

“Not until you say you’re mine.”

“Fuck you,” she seethes, gritting her teeth, but there is still an incredible amount of pain in her eyes that I just can’t make sense of no matter how hard I try. Leaning in closer, I press my body to hers as she leans back against the wall.

“Gladly, but first, tell me what happened between us. What am I missing, Rowan?”

She lifts her chin in an act of defiance and locks gazes with me as my heart stalls at the walls she’s built to keep me out. I can see them shining in her eyes, so strong but I don’t back down. I can’t. Our breaths tangle in the space between us and I shift my body, pressing into her as I demand her surrender with just a look. Little by little and brick by brick, I see her defenses start to crumble and I resist the urge to grin as I brush my thumb over her cheek to encourage her to open up to me. Just when I think she’s exactly where I want her, she drops her gaze to the floor.

“Look at me.”

She shakes her head. “No.”

“Look at me,” I urge, brushing my thumb over her cheek again and she tips her head back but her eyes are squeezed together, shutting me out. I stare down at her beautiful face for a moment, trying to think of something I can do to get her to open her eyes but when a tear slips down her cheek, I can’t take it anymore. I can’t stand to see her cry and she may hate me right now but I know this is what she needs. Blowing out a breath, I lean in and claim her lips, commanding her body to relent to me. It’s stiff at first and she pushes on my chest but not enough to make me think she actually wants me to stop so I flick my tongue against the seam, demanding entrance. She sighs as her lips part and she melts into me just like every other time and every cell in my body sings at the small victory. This is always where we’re meant to be, just like this in each other’s arms, and she knows it as much as I do. Gripping my t-shirt in her hands, she makes a pleading sound in the back of her throat as she pulls me closer like she can’t stand to be away from me anymore and I smile into her kiss.

Fucking finally.

Bending down, I pick her up and press her back against the wall again as she wraps her legs around my waist and throws her arms over my shoulders, her kiss growing hungry and desperate. I can’t fucking blame her though. These past four days have been hell and I’ve missed her so damn much that this feels like a dream.

“Say you’re mine, Rowan,” I command, pulling my torso away from her as she leans back into the wall with her shoulder and shakes her head. Reaching down, she tugs on my shirt before pulling it up over my head. As soon as it hits the floor behind me, I pull her back to me and seal her lips to mine again, pulling her away from the wall and walking over to the couch. I sink into it with her straddling my thighs and she plants her hands on my chest, her hips rocking against me as she whimpers into the kiss. She drags her lips to my neck and kisses a line down to my shoulder as my head falls back and my hands slip under her shirt.

“Take my clothes off, Travis,” she whispers, working her way back up to my lips and I groan when we connect, dragging her shirt up her body before only pulling away long enough to rip it over her head. Her bra comes next, hitting the floor behind her, and I cup her tit in my hand before sucking her nipple into my mouth. Gasping, she arches her back, pushing her chest closer to me and I flick the sensitive little bud with my tongue, pulling a breathy moan out of her before I release her with a pop.

“Give me what I want, baby.”

She shakes her head, rocking her hips against my cock and I thrust up into her as I grit my teeth but it’s not enough. I fucking need her and I’m desperate to feel her skin on mine. With a growl, I grip a chunk of her hair and pull her lips back down to mine as I grab her hip with my other hand and help her grind on my lap. She pulls away and stumbles off my lap with ragged breaths. My heart jumps into my throat as I glance at the door, wondering if she’s going to make a run for it but when I turn back to her, she’s unbuttoning her jeans and nodding to mine.

“Off.”

I resist the urge to smile as I pop the button of my jeans. Fire lights up her eyes for the first time in days and like an addict, I can’t get enough. After shoving my jeans down my legs and kicking them off, I sit back down on the sofa and wrap my hand around my cock as I watch her slide her red lace panties down her legs. As she kicks them across the room, she looks up and her eyes lock with mine, all of that attitude and sass I love so much shining back at me and my chest feels like it’s going to explode. There she is. These little moments of the way things were between us before a few days ago keep giving me hope that this isn’t truly over and as soon as one ends, I’m impatiently waiting for the next one.