Page 30 of The Game You Play (Rixon Raiders 2)

“It’s nothing.” Jason dragged me closer.

It was close. Too close. Intimate and intense, the low body of his vintage car not built for heavy make out sessions.

There was a split second, as I settled over him, that our eyes connected. Eyes hooded, burning with lust, Jason looked deadly; but there was something else, something underneath the dark mask he wore. It was gone in an instant, his mouth quickly finding mine again as he ground into me, showing me just how much I turned him on.

And dear God, if that didn’t go straight to my head.

I understood it now. Why girls chased bad boys, hoping to be the one to tame their wild ways. For this, right here, the ounce of power my body had over him. The way my kisses made him grow harder, made him hungry for more.

I wasn’t foolish enough to believe it meant anything—I knew it didn’t. But how could I not feel all warm and gooey inside knowing that out of all the girls he could have been here with, he was with me.

He’d chosen me.

Don’t run away with yourself, Flick. He didn’t choose you. You were there. Convenient. Like a grab-and-go snack. I shut the intrusive thoughts out. There would be time to analyze and regret later.

“You have too many fucking clothes on,” his voice was rough against my skin, as he worked my Raiders sweater up and over my head. The thin tank underneath molded to my curves and Jason’s eyes homed straight in on the swell of my breasts. “Gorgeous,” the word formed on his lips.

I slipped my hand between us, desperate to feel his skin, to explore his body, sculpted to perfection from hours and hours of physical conditioning. But he snagged my wrist, smirking at me. It was almost dark now, the canvas of stars twinkling down on us like distant spectators; only the silvery hue of the moon illuminating our profiles. If it was possible, it made him look even more devastating.

“Ja—”

“Ssh.” He silenced me with a finger pressed against my lips again, while his other hand slid down my chest, trailing a path between the valley of my breasts, and down my stomach. I sucked in a harsh breath when he grazed the waistband of my leggings but it didn’t deter Jason. He continued his exploration of my body, touching and kneading, smoothing his fingers over my skin. But when he dipped his hand inside my leggings, I could barely contain the moan building in my throat.

“So fucking wet,” he said gruffly, not giving me chance to catch my breath or process what was happening, as he pressed a finger inside me.

“Oh God,” I moaned, rocking against his hand, needing more.

Needing so much more.

My head dropped back, exposing my neck and collarbone to him. Answering my silent plea, Jason dipped his head kissing the hollow of my throat, sucking gently. Driving me wild.

“Jase,” I panted, the intrusion of a second finger making me wince. But only for a second, as pleasure flowed through me like a gentle wave.

I was lost in the intense sensations. The warm current flowing between us, through us. The intimate position. The feel of his hot mouth around my breast as he worked his fingers inside me, circling his thumb over my clit.

“I’m so close,” I whispered, barely able to recognize my own voice. My legs began to shake as Jason went deeper, harder. I’d never let anyone touch me like this before. Not the way Jason did. As if it wasn’t about my pleasure at all, but his. As if my body was his to play however he wanted.

It occurred to me, in that moment, maybe it was.

I dropped my head to look at him. Sure enough, he was watching me with eyes so dark they looked black. A lazy smirk was plastered on his face as he increased the tempo.

“You like my fingers inside you?” he asked as if I could possibly respond with anything other than a small nod.

“Oh God, Jason...” I couldn’t breathe, my orgasm slamming into me like a tsunami.

“Come for me, Felicity,” he rasped, still watching me. “Come all over my fingers.”

His dirty words sent me over the edge, as my body clamped down. I took a shuddering breath, trying to swallow down the urge to call his name over and over.

I collapsed into him, sliding my hands around his neck. But Jason pushed me back, his eyes narrowed and clouded as he slowly brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean.

My tummy clenched.

Christ, he was beautiful. A dark and dangerous angel.

“What?” I asked as he continued watching me, but his cell vibrated, cutting through the thick silence that had descended over us. Jason leaned around me and grabbed it.

“Is there a problem?” I asked when I noticed he’d gone tense beneath me.