Game Saver - BJ Harvey Page 0,1

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His voice drops low, for my ears only as he continues, “Will you fight your body’s instinct to squirm and moan while you gently ride my fingers . . . right . . . here . . .” His hand dips under my dress, his thumb taunting me over my panties.

I reach up and grab hold of his shoulders, snagging his cropped hair in my fingers and pulling him down to me. “If you’re trying to test me, you’re going to have to do a lot better than that.”

“I always win a challenge, little spitfire,” he says, unfortunately moving his hand back to a more appropriate place.

Deciding this party for two needs to move on to a more private location, I slide off the stool, brushing my body against his, and get a thrill when he doesn’t step back.

I stand next to him, his eyes scanning me top to bottom and back again, as I show him that I’m not, in fact, little, my heels taking me to almost his height. “Big spitfire . . .” he muses, his lips curving up on one side and revealing a dimple that begs to be licked.

“Are you always so forward?” I ask, resting a hand on his hip lightly without thought. It’s not a calculated move. It feels natural. Needed . . .

“Are you always so receptive to the advances of men who don’t fuck around when they see something they want?”

“Only good looking, well dressed ones who act on it.”

“That works for you?”

“So far, it’s you that’s working for me. Whether that pans out or not is up to you . . .” I throw down the gauntlet, and my body itches to see whether he’ll rise to the challenge—and all the creative ways he can do it.

“Say goodbye to your friend . . . ?” He jerks his head toward my best friend Amy—the reason why I’m here alone—and inadvertently gives away just how closely he’s been watching me. Raising his brow, he waits for me to comply.

“Abi,” I say, taking my hand back and offering it out to him.

“Cade,” he rumbles, his voice deep and rough, a sound that could drive you higher or bring you back down. It’s one of those tones you could fall asleep to, climax from, and listen to forever.

What he does next rocks me to the core. He doesn’t shake my hand; instead, he gently wraps his fingers around mine, lifts them up to his mouth, and places a whisper-soft kiss on each of my knuckles, elevating my orgasm detonation level skyward with each new touch. A shiver courses through me from the tips of my toes, up my legs, through my chest, then down to my fingertips. That sexy, slow-growing smile of his widens when my hand trembles in reply.

Remembering the adage of safety first, I turn to the bar and whistle to grab Amy’s attention. She finishes pouring a line of shots then comes my way, leaning in close, her eyes doing a sneaky scan of the man holding my hand and standing at my side before returning to me.

“Are you leaving?” she asks. Captain Obvious.

“Yeah.”

“Everything good?” she presses, her eyes flicking toward Cade.

“They will be in about twenty minutes’ time if the promise of him is—in fact—a sign of very good things to come my way.”

“You going to his?” she says quietly.

“Mine.”

Her eyes bug out and she gasps. “Babe . . . you sure?”

“Yep. Look at him. My creep radar has not pinged once. He’s hot, he’s forward—but no more than me—and his confidence is intriguing as fuck. I’ll text you tomorrow.” She moves her head back and studies me.

“Are you drunk?” she continues.

I grin. “Nope.”

“Is Dani home?”

“Yep.”

Cade says nothing through all of this; he just stands beside me, the heat radiating off his body warming me like a slow-burning fire that could roar to life at any moment.

“You better text me,” she warns, just as Cade squeezes my hand. “Got to go.” She turns her head for me to kiss her cheek like I always do, although I don’t miss her sneaky head-to-toe scan of Cade at the same time. When I stand up straight again, I look at the fine male morsel before me and grin wickedly. This is gonna be fun. “Shall we go?”

“You lead, I’ll follow.”

“From what I’ve seen so far, I’m guessing that’s the only time that’s gonna happen tonight?”

“You’re a quick learner, Spitfire. Let’s go so I can see you ignite with a bang.”

“Promises, promises,”