Page 121 of Playing to Win
“I thought you said you were horny,” I remind her.
“Only for men who are totally into me,” she retorts.
“Ruby.” I pull her away from the open doorway and pin her against the wall, staring into her distressed green eyes. I brace my hands on the wall on either side of her head, pressing my pelvis against hers. Proving to her that I’m totally into her. “Baby. You’re killing me here.”
“Don’t call me baby.” She closes her eyes. Releases a shuddering breath. “I hate it when you do that.”
“You do not.” I press my lips to her temple, kissing her there. “You’re a jumble of emotions right now.”
“I know.” She ducks her head, her hands reaching out to pluck at the front of my hoodie. “Your sweatshirt is bleach-stained.”
“Thanks for letting me know,” I tease her, drifting my fingers through the ends of her silky hair. “Talk to me, Red.”
She glances up, those eyes still full of so much emotion. She’s never acted like this before toward me, and I’m more than a little confused. “I just—I know you don’t want to talk about this. Not right now.”
“Maybe I do,” I tell her, my voice soft.
“It’s dumb.”
I cup my fingers around her chin, tilting her face up. “Nothing you say is ever dumb.”
“Really?” She sounds so unsure and I hate that I could be the reason she feels that way.
“Really.” I kiss her forehead, letting my lips linger for a moment before I pull away. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”
She’s quiet, closing her eyes for the briefest moment before she speaks.
“Do you ever want…more?” Her lower lip trembles and it breaks my heart to see it. “With me?”
She whispers those last two words, so unsure, my girl. And yeah, I can’t lie.
Sometimes I’m a little unsure too. What are we doing? Where is this going?
But I know the truth. The answer is right here. Standing directly in front of me.
“I think the fact that we’re still in this is answer enough. Right?”
She nods, but I can feel the doubt radiating from her.
I remember what I told her a few weeks ago. The night I joked about eating her ass—which I continue to do on the semi-regular and she freaking loves it. “I’m in it to win it.”
Her face brightens the slightest bit. “Really?”
“I told you that before.”
“After we had a particularly dirty sexual experience,” she says primly.
I chuckle. “You don’t need to play little miss innocent for me, baby. We’re in this. I’m into you.”
A sigh leaves her and the sound is so soft, so fucking sweet, it lands in the base of my balls, making them tighten. “Sometimes a woman just needs to be—reassured.”
“I don’t reassure you enough?” I frown.
“Our situation isn’t very reassuring.” She rests her hand on my chest, her gaze imploring. “I hate having to keep everything a secret. I just want everyone to know we’re together.”
It doesn’t even faze me that she said we’re together. We are. It’s not like we’ve had a serious talk and declared ourselves exclusive with each other, but I don’t see anyone else.
She doesn’t see anyone else either.
