Luck of the Devil (The Forge Trilogy #2)(59)

“And what’s that?”

“Patience.”

I choke on the laugh that bursts from my lips. “I didn’t think you knew the meaning of the word.”

This time, Forge winks at me. “I’m learning a few things . . . like how to make you laugh.” Thankfully, he disappears into the bathroom before he realizes I’m staring dumbfounded after him.

Who the hell is this man, and which one is the real Jericho Forge?

I hear the water turn on in the shower, and Forge returns, helping me remove the now soaked jacket from over my shoulders. I step into the bathroom, and when he follows behind me, I’m not sure if he intends to shower with me or not.

My nipples, already diamond points, turn harder at the thought, and I can’t ignore the burst of heat between my legs.

I may not know which Jericho Forge is the real one, but there’s never been any question that I’m desperately attracted to the entire package, even when it was against my will. It’s not against my will anymore, though.

“Do you need help with your dress?” he asks.

“Please.” I turn toward the mirror to give him my back and find him staring at me in the mirror. For the space of three heartbeats, we’re both completely still as he watches me, watching him.

His Adam’s apple bobs as he reaches for the tab of the zipper at the top of my spine. He slides it down slowly enough to be seductive, but then he backs away. “I’ll leave you to your shower. Call for me if you need anything.”

His eyes are still on mine as he takes another backward step toward the door. The devil riding my shoulder prompts me to speak.

“Aren’t you stripping too?”

“I’ll wait until you’re done.”

I release my hold on my dress and let it fall to a puddle on the floor. I lose his gaze for a moment as it follows my dress and then skims up my naked body, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

“What if I don’t want you to wait?”

His hands curl into fists at his sides before he flexes them. He wants me as badly as I want him.

“What game are you playing, Indy?”

I turn around to face him instead of his reflection and take two steps back until my ass hits the edge of the counter. “Only the ones I can win.”





61





Forge





Indy hops up on the counter, completely naked, and I remember what I told her. Patience. I’m being fucking patient.

But when I see the silver piercing between her slick lips catch the light, I don’t care if it’s a game only she can win. I’ll play.

I tear off my soaked tux and remove the studs from my shirt cuffs, dropping them to the floor in a plink plink. Once I’ve divested myself of my shirt and shoes, I walk toward her. The shower door is still open, and steam fills the bathroom.

Fucking hell, I want her.

I take one step, and then pause.

This tournament is about her. Not me getting my rocks off. There’s nothing I want more than to sink into that tight pussy, but that’s not going to prove how I feel about her.

“What’s wrong?” she asks.

“Nothing.” I turn off the shower, then close the distance between us, and her legs wrap around my hips. She pushes against me, but I pick her up instead and carry her out to the bed.

“But why—”

“I’m not fucking you tonight, India. Not because there’s nothing more I’d rather do, but because if I start, we’re going to stay up all night. And you have to play in the morning with a clear head and not be sleep deprived.”

Two lines appear between her brows. “Excuse me?”

“This tournament is about you. That’s how it’s going to stay.”

“So . . . you’re turning me down?” Hurt colors her tone, which is exactly the opposite of my goal.

“No,” I say as I lay her on top of the coverlet. “I’m going to eat your pussy until you come hard against my tongue, and then I’m going to send you back to the shower so you can rinse off. Then you’re going to get to work.”

With each word, her blue gaze widens further.

“Do you have a problem with that?”

Her mouth opens, and she stares at me like I’m a different man than the one she’s used to. And maybe I am.

“I . . . I don’t think I have a problem with that.”

“Good, because that’s what’s fucking happening right now.”

With a satisfied grin on my face, I proceed to do exactly as I promised, using my thumbs to spread her lips and lick from base to clit, then suck hard until her knees are no longer steady.

I eat her like she’s the finest fucking delicacy I’ve ever tasted, because she is. I suck and lick and fuck her with my tongue until she grabs a pillow to muffle her screams.

When I pull back, my dick harder than an iron stake, her blue eyes are hazy. I crawl up the bed to press my lips to hers. I move to pull away, but she wraps a hand around my neck and tugs me back to kiss me harder and deeper.

It’s the sweetest victory of my entire fucking life.





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India





A knock on the door comes after we’ve both showered, separately, and room service delivers our food.