The Game by Vi Keeland by Vi Keeland

Christian motioned with his chin. “It’s right over there.”

I squinted. “You’re not going to show it to me?”

“I think it’s better if I stay right where I am.”

God, he was even sexier when he was coy. Something about the way he leaned casually against the doorway, the sleeves of his shirt pushed up, and followed me with his eyes, was titillating. It was like he had to control the distance he put between us because he wasn’t able to control his desire.

“If you say so…” I walked to the bathroom with a little more sway in my hips. But I’d already lost interest in the huge walk-in shower, double-sink counter, and clawfoot tub. I was too distracted by the tingling throughout most of my body. Remembering that kiss from earlier made me want to break the willpower Christian was currently showing. So I walked back through the bedroom, stopping at the foot of the bed. “Is it comfy?”

Christian swallowed. “Try it out for yourself.”

Don’t mind if I do…

I sat down on the edge and bounced up and down a few times. “Feels nice.” I sipped the wine in my hand and patted the spot next to me. “Come sit with me.”

He shook his head slowly. “I’m trying to give you what you asked for…slow.”

I bit my bottom lip. “Slow sounds good...”

Christian groaned. “You’re killing me, Bella.”

I leaned over and placed my wine glass on the nightstand, then patted the bed. “Please…”

I watched the internal feud play out on his face before he looked to me for confirmation. When I didn’t back down, he blew out a breath, walked to the bed, and sat down next to me. It felt like we were playing chess, and it was my turn.

So I climbed over to his lap and straddled him. “Now isn’t this nice?”

“It is. And so was today.”

I scooted forward so I was sitting right on his crotch and wiggled my hips a few times as I settled in.

Christian let out a string of curses beneath his breath. “You keep moving like that and this isn’t going to end up nice or slow.”

“Maybe that’s what I want…”

He shook his head. “I’m not gonna be your fuck buddy, Bella, if that’s what you’re trying to do. I want the whole thing, spending the afternoon doing shit together and then taking you home to my bed and stripping you naked.”

“Isn’t that what we’d be doing?”

“That’s what I’m doing.” Christian lifted his chin. “But what are you doing? You wanted to take it slow.”

I grinded myself back and forth a few times and bent to kiss Christian’s neck. “I’m doing this.”

But Christian’s jaw was still clenched tight. So I moved my mouth to his ear. “Don’t you want me?”

“I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything.” He groaned. “But you asked for slow, and if I start, I’m not going to be able to stop. You need to be good with that.”

My answer was bold. I reached down and slipped my hand between our crotches to cup his dick, giving it a good, firm squeeze.

That did the trick. With a roar, Christian fisted the back of my hair and pulled my mouth to meet his. It was miles from gentle and sweet, and exactly what I needed. His free arm wrapped possessively around my waist, bringing me flush against him, while his tongue pilfered my mouth. There was a desperation to the way we clawed at each other, like nothing I’d experienced before. Christian used my hair to yank my head back, then worked his way from my lips down my neck to suck along my collarbone.

“Need this off...” We separated only as long as it took him to yank off my zip-up sweatshirt. He used his thumbs to push down the fabric of the top underneath and drew one of my nipples into his mouth. Christian swirled his tongue and sucked, finishing off with my hardened bud between his teeth and a not-so-gentle tug before moving on to the other breast. “Need to taste you…”

I was about to say “Isn’t that what you’re doing?” but the words turned into a yelp when I was suddenly in the air. Christian stood with me on his lap, one hand sliding down to cup my ass so I didn’t fall, and then he set me back on the edge of the bed and dropped to his knees on the floor in front of me.

Oh God.

He peeled my pants down my legs and frowned when he realized my panties hadn’t come with them. “Sorry. I’ll buy you new ones.”

One flick of the wrist later, I was bare assed on his bed. Christian nudged my knees open and licked his lips. “You’re glistening, you’re so wet.”

He settled between my legs and wasted no time sucking my clit into his mouth. My back arched off the bed. It felt so damn good, and my body had yearned for Christian’s touch for so long. It wasn’t going to take much for me to fall over the edge.

Christian licked up and down my opening, then buried his face deep in me. His nose pushed against my clit while his tongue thrust in and out of me. But it was the scruff on his cheeks creating friction that made me whimper.

“Oh God.” I writhed as he ravaged me. Christian reached up and used one hand to pin me to the mattress. I responded by digging both hands into his hair and yanking hard. But it didn’t deter him at all. His tongue, teeth, nose, and face were unstoppable.