Page 30 of The Wrong Game

She reached a hand forward, and I grabbed it in mine, tugging until she was standing. Her legs gave out under the weight, but I caught her, holding her against my chest as we both laughed.

“I’m a little weak,” she said. Then, her hand brushed over where my cock was still straining against my shorts. “Oh,” she breathed, eyes locking onto mine. “And you’re a little hard.”

“Just a little.”

“Do you wanna…”

“Yes,” I said quickly. “God,yes. But, not tonight. Tonight was about making you feel good, about getting you back into the swing of things.” I spanked her still-bare ass. “How do you feel?”

“Tired,” she answered with a sated smile. Her eyes flicked between mine. “I had so much fun tonight, Zach. I haven’t had fun like this in… well, I don’t even remember.”

“I had fun, too,” I told her, returning her smile.

Ask her on a date.

The thought hit me out of nowhere, and as soon as it popped in my mind, I couldn’t think of anything else. I wanted to see her again. I wanted more than just a practice round.

I didn’t want her to take another guy to the next game.

I wanted her to take me again.

Gemma watched me, like she was debating the same thoughts I was. Or maybe like she couldn’t believe I was standing in her living room, that she was half-naked in my arms.

“Gemma…” I started, but when she yawned, all I could do was laugh. “Wow, that tired, huh?”

“You wore me out.”

“You seem so upset about it.”

“Furious, really.”

She gave me a sleepy smile, pecking my lips before she bent to retrieve her panties and shorts. She pulled them both on as I leaned back against the wall and watched, trying to think of what to say next.

“So,” she said, tucking her hair behind her ear when she was dressed again. Her hands slipped right back into her back pockets, her eyes searching mine. “I guess this is the end of the practice round, huh?”

“I guess so.”

She walked toward the door, and I followed — though my feet dragged like they were made of lead. When Gemma opened her front door and held it open with one hip, her cheeks still flushed, the absolute last thing I wanted to do was leave.

“Thank you,” she said, watching me. “This was fun. It was… well, it was exactly what I needed.”

“Glad I could help.”

I leaned down, pressing my lips to hers and holding that kiss for as long as she’d let me. I wasn’t ready to leave. I wasn’t ready to let her go.

I knew she had a plan. I knew what I signed up for. But now that I’d spent a night with her, now that I’d had a taste, I couldn’t just walk away.

I couldn’t just let some other guy touch her after the next game, the way I’d touched her tonight.

Our kiss was casual at first, but the longer I held my lips to hers, the more she softened. When I slid my hand through her hair, cradling the back of her head, she melted into the touch. A soft sigh left her lips when I pulled back from the kiss, eyes searching hers — and that sigh was just enough encouragement to make me open my big, stupid mouth.

“Take me to the next game.”

Gemma blinked, her sated smile slipping. “What?”

“Don’t get on that stupid app again,” I said. “Take me.”

She swallowed, eyes doubling in size as she pulled them from my gaze and down to the floor. There was a touch of something there… something she’d been hiding all night. It was in the bend of her brows, in the slump of her shoulders, in the pull of her mouth to one side.