Love and Other Games by Kara Leigh Miller Aria Kane Melinda Dozier Ana Blaze Page B

It’s hard to concentrate on what’s important when you’re around. It’s only been a handful of days and I’m feeling … ” She leaned into him. Her words said one thing, but her body said another.
    “I feel it, too, Nadia. You’re special.” His arms wrapped around her body and he nudged a thigh between hers, gliding along her inner thighs. Her breath caught audibly.
    She closed her eyes and set her cheek to his chest. “We need to celebrate.”
    He bent a little, seeking her mouth with his, giving her a gentle kiss, and then took it to another level as he turned their bodies and pushed her against the door. His hand came up to her head, his other stroking down her back, gripping her butt. “Can you believe I’m in the finals? The freakin’ finals, Nadia.”
    His heart pounded an erratic rhythm. He still almost couldn’t believe it. And instead of heading out with the guys to celebrate, he rushed to find Nadia. He wanted to be with her, to smell her, to taste her – and she wanted the exact same thing, too, no doubt about it.
    She wound her arms inside his jacket and around his back. “Let the festivities begin.” Her hands rushed to pull out his shirt from his pants.
    “Slow down, babe.” He raised her hand to his mouth and kissed her palm, then he leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I want to enjoy every second.”
    A low moan exited her lips and he took them with his own. A slow perusal of her full and sensual mouth. Her whole body screamed out to touch her—but he did want to take it slow. He wanted—needed —to feel every inch of her, every part of her had to become a part of him.
    For an instant, his thoughts scared him. He actually was falling for this Swiss Lucky Lady. Holy mother of—. He stopped kissing her and stared at her face. Her questioning eyes were wide and magnetic. When she lowered her thick, black lashes, he couldn’t hold himself off any longer. He walked her backward toward the brown leather sofa that sat at the side of the room, next to the desk. “Your boss won’t be back anytime soon?”
    “Not tonight.” She sank into the cushions, reaching her hand out for him to follow.
    Grabbing her hand, he knelt next to the sofa, kissing her fingertips, then scooted lower to take off her boots. Without any words, only eye contact, he soon had her boots, socks and jeans off. His hands actually shook as he caressed her calves and moved upward toward her knees. He looked at her cotton underwear and a raw groan formed in his throat. “You know what I was thinking about when I set off on my second run?”
    She shook her head, her eyes widening with innocence.
    His finger trailed up her thigh and to the words on the front of her bright yellow panties. “These goddamn day of the week panties. I knew you’d be wearing them.” He rested his chin on her knee, letting his cheek stroke her inner thigh. “Hello, Saturday.”
    One corner of her mouth pulled up into a sexy smile.
    His fingers inched up to stroke the Saturday with pink hearts around it. “I always did enjoy the weekends more than any other day.” He pulled the panties down her thighs, over her ankles and widened her legs, her soft flesh intoxicating him.
    When he looked up at her, spread out on the couch, her hair in an angelic halo around her head, that soft warmth in his heart grew again. Damn it, no more mister nice guy. He jerked forward, his blood pulsing through his body, and explored the swell of her with his tongue. His hands scooted up her thighs and moved to her taut stomach, all while tasting the saltiness of Nadia, his Lucky Lady, and loving every minute of it. By the sound of it, she did too.
    “Oh, Ty.” She moaned and ran her hands through his hair, pushing his mouth closer to her. He slid one finger into her as he flicked his tongue over the current center of her universe. Her back arched with her hips pushed into him in rocking circles. With one final lick, she cried out in release. “Yes!”
    Ty