Page 10 of Playing Hard to Get

“I want you, Viv,” I told her as my lips traveled down her throat. I tugged her hair, pulling her head back so I had better access.

My name tumbled out of her mouth on a breath. Her hands trailed down my chest and fumbled at the hem of my shirt. As her fingers slid against my skin, I wrapped my arms tight around her and stood.

She gasped. “What are you doing?”

“Upstairs,” is all I said, and all she needed to hear. She wrapped her legs around my waist and sucked and licked at my neck and jaw as I carried her up the steps. When I got to my room, I laid her on the bed before climbing next to her. I slid my hands up her sides, kissing her skin as it was exposed. When I reached her breasts, bare and beautiful, she sat up and pulled the shirt off over her head. Her nipples were hard pebbles, and I sucked one in my mouth as I thrummed the other with my thumb. She moaned and it hit me between the legs. I was rock solid and throbbing, but I wasn’t ready to move from where I was.

“Oh, Mitch,” Vivian moaned. I pulled my face away from her breast and looked up into her eyes. But her eyes were closed, and she had this look of pure determination on her face. I looked down at her naked body and found her hand buried between her thighs.

“My turn.” I tried to brush her hand aside, but her eyes popped open and she glared up at me.

“No.” She batted my hand away from her.

My head whipped back at her sharp retort. “What do you mean, no?” I dropped to the bed beside her and propped myself on my elbow.

“Mitch, you need to let me do this.”

“Vivian, darlin’, let me.” I reached for her and she batted me away.

“No.” There was anger in her voice that didn’t make any sense. She sat up, her breasts swaying in front of my eyes. “This is the way it has to be. You let me do this, or we don't do this.”

“I don’t understand,” I said as I sat up. “Can I not touch you now?”

She crossed her arms over her chest and looked away from me. “Maybe after I come.”

“After? Darlin’, that’s the whole point of this. I want to make you come. Want my dick inside of you again. Want to pump you until you’re screaming my name.”

“Not gonna happen.”

“No, not if you’re going to man-handle yourself first.”

“No, it’s not ever going to happen.” Vivian stood and grabbed the t-shirt off the floor. It was halfway over her head before I could stop her.

“I thought you wanted this.” I stood in front of her, my hands on her shoulders. But she wouldn’t look at me. I pinched her chin between my thumb and finger and pulled it toward me, but her eyes were on the floor. “Vivian, darlin’, what’s going on?”

She shook her head and finally, her eyes met mine. “This isn’t going to work.” She brushed out of the room and disappeared. I worried she’d walk right out of the house. That would not be a good idea. Not in this neighborhood. A woman as beautiful as her, dressed in nothing but a too-big t-shirt. That was just asking for trouble.

But she wasn’t down the stairs. She was in the spare room, her little black dress sliding over her silky, bare ass. She smoothed it down, then slipped on one of her shoes.

I stood in the doorway, holding back the need to go to her. “Would you explain to me what just happened?”

“I don’t want to explain it. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Is this about Frankie again?”

“No.”

“No?” I dragged my hand across my face. “Did I do something?”

“It’s nothing you did.” With her shoes on, she started for the door. I raised my arms, blocking her exit.

“So, it’s the whole ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ thing, yeah?”

Vivian threw her head back and stared at the ceiling. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me. Can’t understand what you don’t tell me.”

Finally, the woman looked at me. Her blue eyes were like ice, cold as hell. “I can’t orgasm during sex.”