Playing Dirty by Lauren Hawkeye

Author:Lauren Hawkeye
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2018-03-12T15:07:04+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

HE DROVE AS fast as he dared. Beside him in the car Beth was quiet, but he felt so much intensity, so much need, that there was no way she didn’t feel it, too.

Pulling into his driveway, he contemplated getting out to wrench open that damn garage door so he could park the Turbo inside.

It would take too long, time that could be spent with his hands on Beth’s soft skin. He’d risk it.

“Welcome to my palace.” He held out his hand to help her from the low-slung vehicle. When she swung herself out, he caught a glimpse of the little black spandex boy shorts she was wearing.

Fuck.

He remembered those little shorts. He wanted to have those little shorts in his teeth.

“It’s a dump,” he warned her as he opened the creaky front door. She laughed, brushing his comment aside.

“My bedroom threatens to turn into a swimming pool every time it rains. I wouldn’t be worried about impressing me.”

He shut the door behind them, and the only reason he didn’t press her right up against it was because she’d kicked off her shoes and padded forward into his living room.

“Not too shabby, Ford.” Bending to flick on a lamp, she treated him to another view of the shorts, this time hugging the sweet, heart-shaped ass from his fantasies. His cock had been at half-mast since he’d pressed her against the car back at the restaurant, and now all the blood in his head rushed to his swollen shaft.

“No need to try to impress me, either. The place is a wreck.” Kicking off his own shoes, he followed her into the living room. His cock was straining at the zipper of his fly, but he liked the ache. The anticipation.

“Au contraire, my friend.” Beth finished circling the room, stopping in front of a chair upholstered in a geometric print. She pointed to it. “This is a vintage Italian armchair. Midcentury. You could sell it for a few thousand dollars.”

“That thing?” He cocked his head. He didn’t see it.

“Yes, this thing.” Sinking into it, she settled back with a happy sigh. “Don’t listen to him. I know what a beauty you are.”

“The beauty isn’t the chair.” And it wasn’t. Even against the hideous print, she was stunning. The lamp cast a soft glow over her features, the reddish tint of her hair. He liked that she’d kept a natural look for tonight. As natural as a woman with tattoos sleeving her arms could look.

Opening her eyes, she peered up at him. He stepped farther into the room, standing in front of her. Bending, he placed his hands on her knees, then slowly urged his hands up, up beneath the silky fabric of her dress. He stopped midthigh, and her muscles tensed beneath his hands as he dipped his head to kiss her.

“Mmm.” She sighed softly into his mouth, reaching up to work her hands through his hair. “Still got some moves, Sir Lassiter.”

Sir Lassiter. He’d dreamed of hearing that from her lips for years.

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