Page 36 of Desperate Games

Chapter Nine-Remy

Andy says, “I want you,” in that husky little voice of hers, and the air leaves my lungs.

Not in some poetic way—no, this is visceral.

Like her words just socked me in the gut and set my blood on fire.

Andrea Ramirez isn’t just temptation.

She’s everything I shouldn’t want and everything I’ve been aching to have again ever since that night at Junior’s wedding.

Now she’s standing here in tiny shorts and a T-shirt, barefoot and flushed, biting that plush bottom lip like she’s two seconds from changing her mind.

I won’t let her.

Not tonight.

Not when she knows what she’s asking for. Not when she’s looking at me like I’m the only man in the world who’s ever touched her just right.

“Let me in,” I say, low and rough.

Her fingers loosen on the doorknob. One small nod and I step inside, closing the door behind me—but not locking it.

No need.

The kind of moment we’re about to have?

It doesn’t belong behind barriers.

I move toward her slowly, giving her time to run.

She doesn’t.

Instead, she backs up one step, then another, until her juicy thick thighs—bare beneath the hem of those goddamn short shorts she better only wear for me—hit the back of her couch.

Her breathing is shallow, but her gaze never leaves mine. Not even when I reach for the hem of her shirt.

“You sure?” I murmur again, voice thick.

Her answer is a breathless whisper. “Take it off me, Remy. Please.”

So I do.

The soft cotton lifts, exposing inch after inch of smooth, golden skin, and those ripe, tip-tilted tits.

I pause only to press a kiss to the center of her chest, right above her heart.

She shivers.

I groan, cupping those soft mounds in their lacy confines, and rubbing her nipples between my fingers.

“Fuck, Baby, you’re like a fantasy.”

Her bra is pale blue lace, delicate. Doesn’t match the snark and sass she throws like daggers, which somehow makes it more perfect.

I slide the straps down one by one, mouth trailing behind my fingers, and when her breasts spill free—Christ.

I nearly lose it.