Page 44 of Playing Hard to Get

“Same reason I wanted to taste you.” She sat up, placed a gentle hand on my thigh. “Your body is gorgeous, Mitch. I want to feast my eyes on all of you. And, well…”

She turned her face away. When she looked back, her expression had hardened.

“Frankie told me about your tattoo last year, and I've wanted to see it for myself ever since.”

Fuck.

Was she jealous? Frankie was coming down from being drugged. She threw up all over my shirt and I didn't have much of a choice. And most importantly, seeing my tats across the room was different than seeing it close up.

I wasn’t ready for this.

“Viv.” I meant to tell her no. I did. But pain stabbed me in my chest, and I squeezed my eyes closed and I did everything I could to remember how to breathe.

Her hands coaxed me back to the world of the living. I didn't realize what she was doing until my shirt was over my head. Her fingers traced the black ink etched across my skin. Stabbing reminders I tried daily to forget.

Vivian’s lips touch one of the scars and I tensed. Another kiss, and her hands slid around my neck as she pressed her perfect little body into my back.

“What happened?” Her words were a whisper against my cheek.

I shook my head. I wasn’t capable of doing this right now.

“Tell me, Mitch. What's haunting you?”

I stifled a laugh. If she only knew.

“I can't tell you.”

Her body tensed. I could feel it in the way her arms tightened around my neck, her stomach rigid against my spine as her breasts lifted off my back.

“Why not?”

I didn’t say a word. I couldn't. Instead, I shook my head.

“Oh, that's rich.” Cold air hit my warmed skin as her body left mine. “It's okay for me to spill my secrets to you so you can feel better about fucking me, but you won't tell me a fucking thing?”

She was to the threshold of the living room before she turned back. The only movement I'd made was to lift my head to watch her go.

But she didn't.

Those icy blues melted when they met my eyes, and she was kneeling next to me seconds later.

“What is it?” she asked as she pulled my head against her chest and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. “What happened to you? You look like someone died.”

My head turned her way, and I buried my face into her chest, breathing in the scent of her sexed-up skin. Divine. Perfect. As close to heaven as I’d ever be.

“I can't talk about it right now.” My voice broke on the last word. Vivian held me closer, her breasts a perfect pillow for my head. “Viv, I need you.”

My hands cupped her ass and pulled her until she was straddling my lap.

“I need the silence your body gives me.”

Her eyes were piercing, questioning, understanding. “Take me.”

Lifting her, I lowered her to the cool tile floor. She slid off her panties as I relieved myself of my shorts. I lowered myself to her, lips brushing lips, so gentle before she crushed hers against mine. Her hand grabbed my neck, the other my throbbing, aching cock. She guided me to her, aligning me at her center.

“Take me,” she whispered against my lips.

And I did. I plunged inside, stopping when I was fully in just to feel. Skin against skin. Her tight walls gripping me, holding me, comforting me. I slid out, slowly, then pushed in just as slow.