Page 53 of Restless Hawke

He considers me for a moment, his hand coming up to wrap around my wrist where my finger is still pressed to his chest. “It could be…if I actually trusted you.”

Good God, I have completely lost control at this point.

“Do you have to trust me to me fuck me?”

His eyes flare, and he steps into my finger until my hand is fully flattened against his chest, and I can feel his heart beating a rapid tattoo under it. “Is that what you want, Allegra, for me to hate-fuck you?”

I grin at him. “Do you hate me?”

He snorts. “You cost me the win in Macau.”

“You costyourselfthe win.”

His lips part to offer an argument.

“Coen…don’t blame me because you lost control, because I played the better game…”

And playedhim.

It may have been dirty tactics. It may have gone well beyond the bounds of what any player would consider appropriate. But he was still the one who let it affect him. It still broke his epic control.

“You may have beaten me at poker that night, Allegra, but I think Iwon.”

Raising a brow, I tilt my head slightly, examining him. “How’s that?”

That mouth that has promised so many sinful things curls into a smooth grin. “You’rehere, aren’t you?”

Shit.

And he knows why.

Because my legs still wobble slightly at the memory of his hand between them. I still get wet at the thought of his fingers moving against my clit. My body vibrates, even now, like it did that night, ready and waiting for him to finish the job.

He shifts closer, our bodies now fully aligned, our hands pinned between us, his still wrapped around my wrist. “I must have done something right. I figured I’d never see you again, or at least, not until the next big tournament.”

“Vegas?”

That scowl of his returns. “I should have known…but what I don’t understand is why the sudden interest?”

“What do you mean?”

He searches my gaze as if he’ll find the answer there. “I’ve never seen you on the circuit before. Now, you’re everywhere.”

I raise a shoulder and let it fall. “I didn’t need it as badly before.”

“Need what?”

Isn’t that the ultimate question?

What do I need…

What does anyone…

Leaning in, I ghost my lips over his. “The wins.”

“But you do now?”

I nod.