Page 57 of Play the Last Card
“That was very high school of you. But, obviously, I will. Since you asked so nicely.”
“You fished for that,” he says, eyes shining with laughter.
I hold my hands up, pretending to throw out a fishing line and reel him back in. My cheesy joke is rewarded with a deep laugh.
“You fell for it,” I giggle loving the sound of his laugh.
The echo of it wraps around us, warming the room, and the bubble seals off.
I feel the heavy weight of my grief and my tiredness dissolve. I relish the feeling, knowing it will only be until reality pops the bubble again.
Scott leans forward, catching my lower lip between his. He kisses me and I sink in, smiling. Against my lips, he murmurs, “I’m falling for you.”
I freeze, the smile dropping from my lips and I go to pull back but Scott’s hand finds the back of my neck and holds me against him. He kisses my lips again, lightly and attentively, a serious expression falling across his face.
“Ivy. I—” He sucks in a breath, “I have to tell you something. It’s important if we’re going to to—”
I climb off his lap, pulling him to his feet. “We can talk later.”
I don’t want the bubble to burst. The look on his face may as well resemble a giant, sharp pin. I’m not ready for that yet.
I want the bubble even for just a little while longer.
He towers over me, standing so close. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” I nod. My hand curls around his neck, pulling his lips down on mine.
“We should,” he tries again. I cut him off with a kiss. “… talk …” This time, he meets me eagerly, his words losing their conviction with every swipe of our tongues. “… first.”
His hands drop to my ass, squeezing and pulling me tighter against his body. I roll my hips against his.
I groan as he bites down on my bottom lip before trailing a few hot, wet kisses down my neck.
“Scott, I get you want to talk but I swear to god if you don’t take me upstairs right this minute,” I say rolling my hips again, whimpering at the small friction I’m able to get between my legs, “I’ll make you wait another four weeks and that tent in your sweatpants tells me you can’t stand it either.”
My skin is on fire, the throb between my legs aching and I so badly want his hands to move around from my ass to touch me. I know that if he stops this, probably for some stupid noble reason, I won’t be able to keep the tears back. I need him. Now.
Then he groans.
“Fuck it.”
Chapter Twelve
Scott
“Fuck it.”
I all but growl as her smirk turns victorious. She’s completely baited me into this but I cannot bring myself to give a shit.
Ivy presses against me. She’s so close. The friction sends sparks through my body. I suck at her lips, learning every inch of her delicious mouth. My fingers need into the soft flesh of her ass and my dick thickens.
Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.
I should talk to her first. I should admit who the fuck I am and make sure she doesn’t completely hate me for it after she knows.
I definitely shouldn’t be burying my face in her neck and imprinting my fingerprints into her ass.
“Scott.” Her breath coasts over my skin, warm and light. I only grunt in answer, my lips not leaving her neck as I suck and nip and bite a path down her jaw. “Please take me upstairs.”