“I’ll have to remember that.” He sent the puck flying across the table. “I’m all about strategy when it comes to you.”
“Is that right? You seem to be doing well so far.”
“I can do even better.”
Jesus, he didn’t even know if they were talking about the same thing anymore, but the challenge in her voice was making his dick hard. Every time she slapped the puck back in his direction, her tits bounced underneath her dress. Her white teeth were sunk into that full lower lip as she bent over the table. It was a fucking shame he wasn’t standing behind her. The backs of her thighs would be exposed, flashing every time her hips bumped the table. Dammit, he couldn’t concentrate anymore.
Right on cue, she scored on him.
“Hey, you want to wake up and give me a decent game?”
God, she was cute. “I wanted you to get at least one point before I smoked you.”
“All right, big talker. Show, don’t tell.”
Taking advantage of her distraction, he knocked the puck off the rail and scored, laughing at her look of outrage.
“Whoever wins picks what we do next.”
“That’s a pretty broad wager.”
“Take it or leave it.”
“I’ll take it.”
Yes, you will . With what he had in mind, no way was he losing. She put up a good fight, but in the end, he won by two points. No sooner had the puck been swallowed by the machine, Bowen circled the table and dragged her up against him. Both hands went to her ass, depositing her on the edge of the table.
Her head tipped back as he kissed her, as if she’d expected it. Had been dying for it, just like him. They were in a dark corner of the mostly empty arcade, but he needed to get her somewhere more private. Pulling away wasn’t easy when his body demanded he step between those thighs and take the hard, driving fuck he needed.
He jerked away from her with a growl. “Come on, my choice.” After checking to make sure no one was watching, he tugged her off the table and led her across the arcade to the photo booth he’d spotted while they played.
“Bowen.” She tried to slow him down. “I don’t like having my picture taken.”
Right. Probably rule number one for an undercover cop. Still, he needed something he could use to remember today. So if one day he woke up and she wasn’t there, he would know she hadn’t been a dream. They stopped outside the booth. “Make an exception for me?”
She looked conflicted, but eventually nodded once. Without giving her a chance to change her mind, he ducked and led her inside, closing the curtain behind them. When she dug into her pocket for change, he shook his head.
“Not yet, sweetheart.” He sat down on the stool and settled her on his lap facing away from him, loving the little gasp she let slip when her ass pressed down against his erection. Desperate to taste her skin, he wrapped her hair around his fist and tilted her head to the side, tongue licking up the side of her neck to taste ocean air and sunlight. When he snapped his teeth down on her ear, she jumped a little and came down hard on his cock, making his vision dull. “Feel me? I need to be sucked off again by that pretty pink mouth. You going to do it for me again later?”
Her breath rushed out. “Yes. I want to.”
“Loved how I tasted, didn’t you?” He placed a hand on the inside of her knee, drawing slow patterns with his fingers.
“Don’t worry, you’ll taste it again soon.
If I wasn’t dying to touch between your legs, I’d put you on your knees right now and tell you to open your mouth for it.”
Her bare thighs rested on his, so when he spread his legs, the space between her legs widened, too, giving him ample access. He could tell having her legs open wide excited her; the hips suddenly writhing in his lap told him so.
“Quit it, baby,” he growled at her neck. “I’m already fucking insane for you. Don’t make it worse.”
“Touch me, please.”
Christ, he couldn’t deny her anything under normal circumstances, but when she begged in that husky voice, the need to please her became his sole mission in life. His hand traveled the remaining distance to the barrier of her panties, cupping her and squeezing once. She moaned and tossed her head back to rest on his shoulder, thighs flexing on top of his. He opened his mouth against her ear and breathed with her, his fingers slipping beneath the cotton of her underwear.
What he found made his cock swell painfully in his jeans. “Jesus. How long has your * been this wet?”
“I-I don’t know.”
His tongue teased her earlobe. “Who made it wet?”
“You.” She whimpered. “You did.”
“Why? How?” He didn’t ask out of vanity. No, he needed to know so he could keep doing it. Find out what turned her on and become the only one who did it right. He expected her to say the way you touch me. Or it happens when you kiss my neck. But he never expected the actual answer she gave.
“You don’t have to do anything.” Lust-drugged eyes met his as she lifted her hands, sliding her fingers into his hair.
“It’s just you. Being with you.