Page 29 of The Game You Play (Rixon Raiders 2)

“Celebrities I’d like to date, books I want to read, that kind of thing.”

“And your senior year bucket list?”

“How did you...? Asher,” I groaned. “Asher told you.” I felt my cheeks burn.

“Don’t worry. He didn’t tell me what’s on the list.”

Because he didn’t know. He and Cameron had overheard me talking to Hailee about it once. But I refused to share the details, because, holy crap, that would be embarrassing.

About as embarrassing as Jason asking me about it.

“Good. That’s good.”

“Why do you look so worried, Giles?” He leaned closer slightly, taking the air with him. “I’m not on the list, am I?”

Oh no.

He was doing it again. Looking at me like he wanted something.

Something I knew I shouldn’t give him.

“We should probably head back,” I said trying to keep my voice even. “It’s getting late and you’re meeting Asher at—”

“Giles,” he said, sliding his hand along my collarbone and up my neck. His thumb stroking my pulse point. “Stop talking.”

“But I—” The pad of his thumb moved against my lips, dragging downward and making my bottom lip pop. My tummy clenched; his touch like fire, burning me inside out. I didn’t want to feel like this, to respond like this, but I couldn’t help it. Where Jason Ford was concerned, my body had a mind all of its own.

“Don’t you ever just want it to stop?” he whispered so quietly I almost didn’t hear him.

“S- stop?”

“Yeah, the constant noise and pressure and... everything.”

More than you know, I wanted to say; but I couldn’t speak because his lips were right by mine.

“Ja—”

He kissed me. Just a gentle brush of his mouth over the corner of mine. It might as well have been a hot desperate kiss for the way my body reacted.

My breathing was labored but nowhere near as ragged as Jason’s.

“Last chance to tell me to stop, Giles,” he rasped, his eyes boring into mine.

Stop, the word formed on my tongue, but melted into nothing before I could say it. Because no matter how much I knew this was a bad idea… no matter how much I’d regret it later… no one had ever made me feel the way Jason did. So alive. So desired.

“I don’t want you to stop,” I breathed. The carnal growl that vibrated in Jason’s chest turned my blood to molten lava. He wanted this.

Wanted me.

And in that moment, I didn’t care if he’d regret it, or never look at me again. Right here, right now, I needed him to touch me. I needed him to make me feel.

He didn’t devour me the way he had before. This time his kiss was slow, deliberate. He took his time acquainting himself with the shape of my lips, licking and nibbling. I slid my hand up and over his shoulder, feeling his hard muscle ripple beneath my touch.

“Get over here, Giles.” His hand found my thigh and he helped me climb over the center console and onto his lap, straddling him.

“Fuck,” he grunted, pain etched on his face.

“You’re hurt.”