Tangled Games (Dating Games #5) - T.K. Leigh Page 0,2

of control, which escapes me with every word he speaks, I place a hand on his chest and gently push him away. “And here I thought you didn’t mind making a scene in public. Why else would you have shoved your tongue down my throat, then groped me for everyone to see?”

He smirks. “I didn’t hear any complaints.”

“That’s because there were none to be had.”

“Even so, I know where to draw the line.” His tone had dropped to that toe-curling decibel once more.

He leans closer but doesn’t touch me, maintaining his distance, regardless of how slight.

“And I most certainly draw the line at allowing anyone else to witness your blissful expression when I make you come. Over. And over. And over. Until you beg me to stop. But even then, I won’t stop making you feel good.”

Playing the part of the vixen to his fox, I trail my fingers down the buttons of his shirt and grab his tie, pulling his mouth to within a whisper of mine.

“Then let’s go somewhere so you can make me scream.”

His pupils dilate, nostrils flaring. He clutches my cheeks in his calloused hands, slamming his lips against mine in a punishing kiss that leaves me breathless once more.

Breaking away sooner than I’d like, he grasps my hand, not allowing me to catch my breath as he pulls me through the aisles. I do my best to keep up with his determined strides, but it takes two of my steps to meet one of his, my five-four frame no match for his estimated six-four stature. Still, the conviction and resolve in his movements send a thrill through me.

“I almost forgot.” He spins around, nearly giving me whiplash as he changes direction.

“What is it?” I ask, my skin warming from the stares and snickers coming from those who witnessed our…moment.

“Why this, of course.”

He stops at the proverbial scene of the crime and picks up my abandoned copy of Rebecca.

“What about it?”

“You should have it. I’m buying it for you.” He pauses, brows furrowed. “You don’t already own it, do you?”

“Actually, no.”

As much as I adore this book, you’d think I’d own a copy. Having spent the better part of the last decade living in a tiny Manhattan apartment, I’ve learned to only buy the essentials.

“Now you will.” He squeezes my hand and leads me toward the cashier.

“You sure know the way to a woman’s heart. Books and the promise of sex? What did I do to win the jackpot?”

He edges toward me. “More than you’ll ever know, gorgeous.”

There’s that word again. The one that turns my insides to jelly. He must sense it, too, wrapping an arm around my waist to support me as we wait our turn. If I didn’t love books as much as I do, I’d tell him to forget about it and take me to bed, to hell with waiting in line.

But I want this reminder of today. One I know I’ll cherish in the months ahead.

After what feels like an eternity, he pays for my book, then steers me toward the large, glass door, holding it for me as I step out onto the busy Greenwich Village sidewalk.

Finding my hand once again, he wraps his around it, pulling me toward the nearest corner as a dark SUV pulls up. He approaches and opens the rear passenger door.

“Is this your ride?” I ask playfully.

“It is.”

I’m about to climb in when he stops me, pinching my chin. He urges my mouth toward his, running his thumb along my bottom lip. “I can’t get enough of these lips.” He dips his head toward me, tasting them in a soft kiss.

“Let’s go so you can have more of them. And then some.” I waggle my brows.

He all but tosses me into the back of the SUV, giving a small smile to the man behind the wheel as he merges into the early evening traffic.

“Eager much?” I jest.

He wraps an arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his embrace as he buries his head in my neck. “You have no idea, gorgeous.”

I sigh, melting into him, savoring every second of the twenty-minute drive to the Upper West Side. I want nothing more than to get out of this SUV and continue where we left off in the bookstore, but at the same time, I want to stay here, too. It’s a strange sensation to be pulled in so many directions at once. To yearn for the future, but also want to live in the present. To