Page 55 of Playing to Win
At least when it comes to me.
“You’re annoying,” she mutters when she’s close enough that I can hear her.
“It’s part of my charm,” I say drolly as we resume walking, Ruby following me to my apartment. I sort of want to shout in triumph that I got her to come with me but that might be a rash move.
She can still bail. And seriously, I’m not going to push a girl to do anything she doesn’t want to do.
I’m not a total asshole.
It’s just that every girl I end up with is always willing.
Always.
Is that part of Ruby’s appeal? That she pushes me away instead of always being so accepting?
Maybe. I don’t know. I might just be a sucker for a pretty face and bad treatment. A girl who gets off on me wrapping my hand around her throat. Never was my kind of thing but now I can’t help but think…
New kink unlocked.
We’re standing in front of my door and I’m digging in my pockets, looking for my keys. The worried expression on Ruby’s face says she has zero faith in me and when I finally pull them out, I’m smiling in triumph.
“Got ‘em.”
“Thank God.” She snatches them from my hand and unlocks the dead bolt, opening the door for me. “It would’ve taken you five minutes to manage that.”
“No way,” I say with confidence, grabbing her hand at the last second and dragging her into the apartment. She goes willingly, not saying a word when I gently shove her against the door once it’s closed, reaching around her to turn the dead bolt back into place. My body brushes against hers, keeping her in place and I swear sparks light up between us.
“Ace—”
“Ssh.” I rest my index finger on her plush mouth, silencing her. It’s dark inside, but light still shines through the small half-moon window that’s at the top of the door, enough to see Ruby’s eyes are wide as she stares up at me. “I want to test something.”
Her delicate brows draw together. “What do you want to test?”
My gaze drops to her lips. “To see if we’re truly compatible.”
She swallows hard, I note the movement in her throat, and when my gaze shifts to hers, I lean in closer, until I can feel her breath feather across my lips.
“And how are you going to test that?” she whispers.
“Like this.” I press my lips to hers, keeping still for a beat. An electric current pulses through me the moment our mouths touch, settling in my dick, and when she pulls away slightly, I fight the disappointment.
But then she’s back, her mouth somehow even softer when it reconnects with mine, her lips parting, catching around my upper lip and I put more feeling into it. Returning the kiss, brushing my mouth across hers again and again, my lips a little firmer with every pass.
When I sneak my tongue out to trace along her upper lip, her tongue teases mine. And when I cup the side of her face, my fingers drifting downward to curl around the side of her neck, it’s on.
The kiss turns wild, our tongues sliding. Circling. A soft moan escapes her and I groan in return, my other hand landing on her waist, pressing her against the door, pinning her there and she doesn’t seem to mind.
No, from the way she’s reaching for me, her hands curling around my shoulders, clinging to me, I’d say she likes it.
Eventually she ends the kiss first, her breaths coming fast, her gaze fixed on my chest. She slides one hand down, her fingers slightly curling, gathering the fabric of my shirt and clutching it in her fist.
“You’re so warm,” she murmurs, her gaze fixed on my chest, and I wish there was a light on in here so I could see her clearly and stare at her pretty face.
I don’t answer her. Instead, I curve my hand around her cheek and tilt her head back, kissing her again. Devouring her mouth, plundering it with my tongue. She kisses me with the same enthusiasm, a low hum leaving my throat when her hand drops and slips beneath the hem of my shirt, her fingers brushing against my stomach.
My dick leaps to attention at her bold touch and I press more firmly against her, letting her feel what she does to me. Her hand shifts to my side, sliding up and around to my back, her mouth never leaving mine, and I skim my fingers down her throat, giving her what she wants.
When I wrap my fingers around the front of her throat, she gasps, her lips falling from mine. I pull away slightly so I can look at her, noting her wild eyes, her swollen lips. Her heavy breaths.
