Playing Dirty by Amy Andrews

Author:Amy Andrews [Andrews, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Brazen, romance, erom, contemporary, Entangled, One Night Stand, Forbidden Love, rugby, sexy, Contemporary Romance, sports romance, erotic romance, Off Limits
Goodreads: 40518989
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC (Brazen)
Published: 2018-06-14T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Prior to meeting Kyle, Val couldn’t remember the last time she’d ever been this satisfied, but it seemed like every time with him topped the previous. If he was something she’d bought on Amazon, she’d give him five freaking stars. It was two in the morning, but she didn’t care. And, thankfully, the bakery didn’t open on Sundays.

She was currently lying on her stomach, her lower half pressed to the mattress, her upper half draped over him, her fist planted in the centre of his chest, her chin propped on top as she gazed down at him.

He was lying with one hand tucked behind his head, and Val sighed as his finger traced over her shoulder, up her neck, across her cheekbones and the bridge of her nose.

“Your freckles are sexy.”

His voice was all low and rumbly, and her belly twisted despite his absurd statement. She’d been told her freckles were cute before, but never sexy.

She snorted. “About as sexy as halitosis.”

His abs rippled as he laughed. “It’s true.”

“I hate them.”

He shook his head. “I want to kiss every one of them.”

“Well, settle in, then. It’ll take you a while.”

“And that’s a negative how?”

Val smiled as she thought about where those lips might end up. Yeah. She couldn’t see any negatives. If only she’d known at the age of eight they were going to bring her such pleasure one day, she might not have subjected herself to the toad therapy a kid called Brian Humphries had touted as a cure.

She still shuddered thinking about it, all these years later.

“And your hair.” His gaze roved around her head as his fingers played with the ends of a lock brushing her shoulder. God knew what it looked like after two hours of debauchery. “It’s glorious. The most stunning titian colour.”

Val blinked. “Titian?”

What the fuck? Her heart beat a crazy tango in her chest at Kyle’s self-deprecating smile. “He was a renaissance painter.”

“I know who he was.”

“Ah.” He smiled at her. “You’re surprised I know who he was?”

“Well yeah…a little.”

“Are you saying I’m some dumb jock?”

His voice was still deliciously rumbly, and his fingers drew lazy patterns along her collarbones, so she didn’t think he was too offended. “I’m saying I don’t know too many dudes who know their renaissance painters.”

He smiled. “My mother took all five of us kids to the national art gallery to get some culture when I was fourteen. Now, we were a bunch of bogans from the western suburbs, loud and uncouth, so I don’t really blame the people at the gallery for treating us like we were casing the joint, but they had a hard time removing me from the visiting Titian exhibition. I can still remember staring at all the glorious ranga chicks he’d painted.”

Val smiled at the affectionate Aussie term for a redhead. “Are you sure it was the hair and not their…how shall I put this…lack of clothing?”

He laughed, and the rumble vibrated through her hand. “He did like them naked.”

She rolled her eyes.

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