Slow Play (The Rules #3)(29)

He doesn’t have any feelings.

Yeah. I’ve been told that more than once. I’d heartily agree with that assessment.

He doesn’t look like he stayed for me. More like he stayed for Call of Duty.

She’s totally wrong about that one. The only reason I showed up was for her.

“I wanted to see you,” I finally admit truthfully, lifting away from her so I can study her face. “But you were sleeping and they invited me to play so…”

Alexandria keeps her head bent, her gaze downward. Her hands are on my chest again, her fingers playing with the three buttons at the top of my shirt and my body tenses up. I want to know what it feels like to have those hands on my bare skin. “I didn’t know you were a Call of Duty fan.”

“There are a lot of things you don’t know about me.” I touch her chin, skim my fingers along her jaw. She lifts her head, her gaze meeting mine as she tilts her head up further, her eyes falling closed as she parts her lips.

An invitation. One I’m not going to decline.

I kiss her again, my hands going to the back of her thighs just as I deepen it. I lift her up easily, her long legs wrapping around my hips as I lick at the seam of her lips. She opens for me and I tangle my tongue with hers, groaning low in my throat at that first delicate, tentative touch. Her hands move up, resting on my nape before they slide up into my hair.

Jesus, she feels good like this. Her clothes are so thin I can feel her. Soft and warm, blazing hot between her legs, right against the front of my jeans. I bet she’s wet. I bet if I sneak my hand beneath those tiny, indecent, f*cking amazing shorts, I’d find nothing but a soaked *. All because of me…

Someone raps on her door. Three short knocks that startle us both, making her gasp against my lips as I pause in my thorough examination of her mouth with my tongue. I lift my head and she drops her hands to my shoulders, the both of us deathly quiet as we wait for whoever’s knocking to go away.

Go the f*ck away.

It’s quiet. I hear nothing on the other side of the door and we’re just about to resume kissing when the knock happens again, louder this time. More insistent. If it’s Kelli I’m going to kill her.

“Hey.” The voice on the other side of the door is distinctly male and slightly hesitant. “Alex? You in there?”

Groaning, I close my eyes and thunk my head against the wall beside Alexandria’s. It’s Steven.

Of course.

“You need to…” Alexandria shoves at my shoulders. “Go or something.”

I lift my head to stare at her. “Where the hell am I going to go?” I whisper, glancing around her tiny room. “You want me to hide in the bed?” I raise my brows, ever hopeful.

“No. God, you pervert.” She unwraps her legs from around my waist and I reluctantly let her go, her feet falling to the floor with a gentle thump. “Uh, give me just a minute, Steven!” she yells at the door.

I glare at her. “You’re really going to talk to him right now? Tell him to leave.”

“Go.” She shoves at me. “Hide in the closet. I can’t let him see you in my room.”

“Why the f*ck not?” We’re whisper arguing with each other and it’s ridiculous. I bet Steven can hear us. Hell, I hope he can because I want him to know she’s mine. At least for tonight. I’m in her room, I had her in my arms and my tongue in her mouth not even a minute ago. That has to qualify for something—like she is mine, right?

I’ve never laid claim on a chick before. This is a new thing for me.

“Because I can’t! I just…ugh.” She runs to her closet and slides the door open, waving a hand for me to go inside the narrow space. She’s crazy. I could barely fit in there. Crossing my arms in front of my chest, I slowly shake my head.

“No way. I can stand right here. Either you let him know I’m in here with you or crack that door open and peek your head out like you did with me,” I suggest. I’m not hiding. Fuck that.

“Like that will keep him out. You barged right in.” She rests her hands on her hips and my mouth goes dry as I continue to stare at her. Seriously, that outfit she’s wearing hides nothing. Her nipples poke against the thin fabric of her tank, the hem rides up, offering me a glimpse of her flat, pale stomach and her legs seem to go on for miles.

Fuck my life, she’s incredibly hot. I refuse to leave this bedroom without first getting a piece of that.

Gotta have priorities, right?

“He won’t barge right in,” I tell her, waving a hand at the closed door. “Trust me on that.”

She contemplates me and I see the moment when she realizes I’m right. Shoulders sagging, she drops her hands from her hips and point to the corner near where her bed is. “Wait over there then, please?”

Feeling smug, I go over by her bed, to the deepest corner of her room, and watch as she slowly opens the door and does as I ask, peeking her head around. Giving me a most excellent view of her ass.

“You okay? Did I wake you?” Steven asks the moment he sees her, sounding like a concerned, pansy ass wannabe boyfriend.

“I’m fine. Was just going to bed. What’s up?” I can hear the smile in her voice and I know she’s never spoken to me like that—with a sweet smile on her face and an even sweeter voice to match.