Page 15 of Twisted Play

God, she was fucking perfect. And she either had no idea who I was or didn’t care. Her desire for me—not my position on the team, not my future as an NHL player, not asthe son of a billionaire—was lightning running through my veins.

“C’mon.” I wrapped my hand around her wrist and tugged her through the party, ignoring my teammates’ looks of surprise. I didn’t do a lot of hookups—too easy for my father to get his claws into women and make my life miserable, too easy for them to take advantage of me.

But Eva felt different. I couldn’t have walked away from her if my life depended on it. She followed me up the stairs, stopping halfway with a gentle pull on my wrist. She slid past so she was one step above me—still shorter but equalizing our heights a little. She looked up with uncertainty in her eyes, and I raised my thumb to smooth the furrow between her brows. So fuckingcute.

“You okay?” I asked her, surprised by how goddamned much I wanted her to be okay. The thought of turning around and going back downstairs killed me, but not as much as the idea that she might not be as into this as I was.

Why the fuck did I care?

Eva smiled sweetly, then surged up on her toes and brushed her lips against mine. Instead of devouring her like I ached to, I followed her lead, sliding our lips together in a sweetly chaste dance.

When Eva pulled back, her smile lit up my whole goddamned world. I slid past her, tugging her behind me, and never had I been so grateful I’d cleaned my room and made my bed that morning as when we walked in.

“Come here,” I growled, reaching for her waist once we were in my room.

Eva’s breath caught. She took one step forward then stopped, her teeth catching her lower lip. “I shouldn’t want this.”

“But you do.” I crowded her against the wall, caging herwith my arms. I dragged my thumb across her lip until she released it. “Don’t you, sparrow?”

A shudder ran through her. “You don’t know anything about me.”

“I know you’re stunning.” I wrapped my hand around her throat, just firm enough to make her gasp. “I know you want to forget whatever put those shadows under your eyes. I know you want this, even if you’re telling yourself you shouldn’t.” She moaned when my fingers teased at the hem of her dress, but when I lifted it, she held my fingers still against her thighs.

“Lights off,” she whispered.

“Fuck no. I want to see you,” I said. “You’re so fucking hot.”

To my surprise, she blushed. Also to my surprise, I loved how pretty she was when she was shy as much as the bold siren using me to distract herself from whatever was bothering her.

When she shook her head, refusing to meet my eyes, I gave in, flicking the switch beside our heads. Immediately, I slid the hem of her dress up and over her hips to reveal her soft stomach, and then I lifted it over her head.

In the moonlight from the open window, Eva’s pale skin contrasted with the black lace of her panties and bra. I wanted to mark every inch of her, leave bite marks and scratches and bruises so the whole fucking world would know who she belonged to.

I brushed my lips against hers, determined to seduce her, only for her to wrap her arms around me and devour me. She tasted like summer and sin, sweet on my tongue as I licked into her mouth. But underneath was something darker—desperate and needy.

Every time she yielded to me, surrendered another inchof control, a darker part of me was thrilled. I wanted to break her. I wanted to ruin her. I wanted to make her need this—need me—so badly, she’d never recover.

I shouldn’t want that. But fuck, I did.

“Fuck, Eva,” I whispered against her neck. “You’re gorgeous.”

Instead of answering, she lifted my t-shirt. I helped her undress me and then scooped her up in my arms.

“Cole! I’m too heavy!” she gasped.

“Sparrow, I’d carry you for a hundred miles if it got you into my bed,” I laughed as I dropped her on the bed and covered her with my body, settling between her thighs. “Besides, I bench more than you weigh three times a week. Now let me finish unwrapping my present.”

I cupped her full breasts through the lace of her bra. She arched her back, pushing them into my hands. Experimentally, I pinched a nipple hard, and to my delight, she moaned.

Unable to wait a moment longer, I shoved her bra straps down her shoulders and tugged her breasts out of the cups, revealing large, rosy areolae and tight nipples begging for my mouth.

She writhed under me as I tasted the gorgeous curves of her breasts. She tangled her fingers in my hair and pulled. “Cole, you’re taking too long.”

“I’m going to take all the time I want to taste you,” I rasped before taking her nipple into my mouth and sucking with hard draws.

She whimpered then arched her back, offering those perfect breasts up to me like a goddamned gift.

I pinned her wrists above her head with one hand. “Keep these here. Don’t move.”