Page 25 of Game Over
She licked her lips, watching with amusement as he fixated on her mouth. “You are so jealous.”
She always had his number. “Fine, let’s say I am jealous.” His hands slipped under her tank, caressing her soft skin while skimming the underside of her breasts with his thumb. “Would I have reason to be?”
She threw her head back and laughed, tempting him to kiss her neck. Which he did. Thoroughly.
“Uh, no.” A soft sigh escaped her lips as her hands started skimming his ribs, under his shirt. “I spent most of the night talking about you.”
A grin teased his lips as he continued teasing her. “I like the sound of that.”
“I thought you might.”
Their kiss was slow and sensual, like they had years to make up for and endless days to do it. When they finally broke apart her eyes were glazed and her smile soft. “I still love the way you make me feel. Kind of tipsy, like I just downed a really good bottle of wine.”
He chuckled. He’d never been compared to alcohol before, but if it was Harper drawing the comparison, he’d take it. Especially when she looked up at him, lust-drunk, and heady with arousal.
“Wine?” He bit his own lip before realizing he’d much rather be nibbling on hers. “I’m thinking of something a bit stronger, more like hundred proof.”
He slid back into the kiss, taunting her with his tongue, teasing her with his lips, pulling back and diving in, trying to make her chase him for the satisfaction she craved. He loved playing with this woman… in every way.
A little growl of frustration escaped her lips before she wrapped her legs around his and he boosted her up, holding her ass in his palms while she curled her legs around his waist. They were on a more level playing field now, with her able to give as good as she got. And she was giving so good Deke didn’t trust himself to support her weight and his. It felt like his knees were about to buckle.
“We need to move this inside,” he said, kicking the door behind him closed with his boot.
She tore her lips away from his long enough to frown at the closed door. “What if Drew needs us?”
Us? She was killin’ him. He was about ready to split his jeans and she was worried about his nephew. Just when he thought this girl couldn’t hook him any harder, she found a way.
“He’ll be fine,” he said, kissing her neck as he moved her strap out of the way so he could lick a path over her shoulder.
“Wait.” She braced her hands on his shoulders. “Did you have one of those baby monitors when he was little?”
“Huh?” He couldn’t fathom what the hell she was talking about when he was so hard he could pound nails.
She shook her head, looking exasperated. “You know, a baby monitor. One of those two-way—”
“Yeah, sure. But he’s too old for that now. I don’t know what the hell I did with it.” And he wasn’t about to start digging through drawers to find it.
“Deke,” she said, holding his face between her hands. “Listen to me. We could get a little privacy over here. But I won’t rest unless I know that Drew’s okay.”
His heart? Yeah, he just lost another little piece of it to her. Pretty soon she’d been holding his heart, and all of him, captive. And he didn’t mind a bit.
He dropped his head, trying to regulate his breathing. He had no doubt she was about to send him on a fishing expedition, so he had to try and think beyond her… lush lips, soft skin, vanilla sugary scent. Damn. Where the hell was that monitor?
“Lemme get this straight,” he said, trying to resist the urge to trace the swell of her full breasts with his tongue. “You want me to go looking for some stupid monitor when we could be—”
She silenced him with a kiss, looking amused. “Look at it this way. If you find the monitor, we could close and lock that door and not have to worry about being interrupted.”
He did like the sound of that. But what were the odds of finding it? His mind flashed to his front hall closet. There was a box of Drew’s baby things. Maybe it was in there. He hoped so, otherwise he’d find another way to put her mind at ease, because there was no way he was leaving this apartment unless his girl was worn out, with a smile on her face, and his name on her lips.
“Fine.” He closed his eyes and tried to find the strength to set her down. Set her down, not let her go. He’d made that mistake before and he wasn’t stupid enough to make it again.
“You’re the best,” she said, rolling forward to brush a kiss across his lips when her feet finally hit the floor.
“You’ll be saying that in about half an hour, beautiful. I can promise you that.” He winked, thinking about all the ways he intended to remind her that he was the best she’d ever had, ever would have. And the last.
“I have no doubt.” She grabbed his hand before he could get away. “Deke?”
“Yeah.” His voice sounded rough, gravelly, like he was on the raw and ragged edge, because he was. Torn between his responsibilities, and the world he wanted to escape to with the only woman he’d ever loved. Where she was the centre of his universe and he was hers.
