Playing His Game Part 16

Roarke chuckled as he buried his hands in her hair and pulled her closer. Their tongues met, and she stroked hers across his, which made him shudder. He lay on his back as he brought her up to rest on top of him. Her mouth was instantly more accessible, and he pushed his tongue in deeper and elicited a moan from her.

Mya's eyes widened as he explored the interior of her mouth. His erection pressed into her thigh and strained against the confines of his clothing. She was so hot. Had she developed a fever? She didn't think she had ever felt like this before-not even in the throes of an o.r.g.a.s.m.

Roarke pushed her away slightly to smile up at her. "You're so soft."

"And you're so hard." Mya couldn't hold back a giggle. She wriggled on top of him and pressed her thigh against his shaft.

"I'm amazed after the incident at the spa." He winked at her. "You inspire me to new heights, love."

As Roarke kissed her again, Mya wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held him tightly. His tongue traced a path from her mouth to her ear, where he nibbled on the lobe. Their eyes were inches apart, and she got lost in his deep brown depths. It was like she had drowned in an ocean of... What? There was a vulnerability to his eyes that she saw beneath the heat of pa.s.sion. Approval, joy, and tenderness mingled with his obvious desire. Did he see the same things in her eyes? Was her love for him blatantly obvious?

She gasped at the thought, which drew a concerned look from Roarke. He immediately stilled his mouth on her lobe. How could it be? When had it happened? Did she really love Roarke?

He looked up at her with an uncertain expression. "Are you alright?"

Mya nodded, unable to speak. The gentle expression on his face was like nothing she had ever seen from Bobby. It was obvious he cared for her and was compa.s.sionate. Both qualities Bobby lacked in his makeup. This man was everything her fiance should be, but wasn't. She should be feeling guilty, but all she felt was the joy that swept through her when she realized she was finally in love.

"Mya?" His eyes had darkened. "Are you okay? Do you want to stop?"

She shook her head. If she opened her mouth, the words would fly out. That could ruin everything. What if Roarke didn't feel the same? It was a game to him, and any declaration of love might send him away.

She couldn't lose him-not yet, anyway. While she couldn't keep her emotions hidden forever, she could for an afternoon.

Roarke pushed the s.h.i.+rt off her shoulders and unfastened the front clasp of the bra. As her b.r.e.a.s.t.s spilled free, he pressed his face to them and basked in the moment. He'd had a few lovers, but didn't think he had felt this way before. But he had never been in love before now. He didn't shy away from the revelation as he had done in the past. This time he embraced it, determined that she would feel the same way about him. Someday Mya would be his, not Bobby's. If he had patience. In the meantime, he had her body if not her heart.

A groan ripped from his throat as Mya pushed her hands under his s.h.i.+rt and flicked her nails across his nipples. He moved his face to take possession of one of her plump pink nipples. He grinned around the bud in his mouth when she groaned and ground herself against him. Maybe now wasn't the time for patience.

"Roarke."

"Hmm?" He laved the nipple as he squeezed her right breast.

"Roarke!" Her tone was more insistent, and Mya slid her hands down his stomach to the fly of his white pants. She stroked the length of him through the cotton material, pleased to feel him jump under her hand.

He moved his lips from her nipple. "What do you want?"

"You."

He grinned. "Soon." Roarke pushed her off him and stood up to remove his clothes. As Mya started to undo her slacks, he said, "Let me."

She paused and stared up at him. He joined her on the bed, clad only in a pair of black silk bikinis. Mya ran her hand across his b.u.t.tocks. "Nice underwear."

Roarke fumbled with the b.u.t.ton and zipper on her pants and finally got them open. He touched the lace of her red panties and flirted with the lips of her mound. "Yours too."

She shrugged. "I had some advice about underwear."

His chuckle turned to a gasp when her hand traveled around to grasp his shaft. He pulled her away. "Not yet."

"But..."

"In awhile. This time I want to be inside of you."

She lay back as Roarke pulled off her pants. Mya's eyes felt heavy, but the rest of her body tingled with desire. She held out her arms as he knelt on the bed, but he ignored the invitation.

Instead, Roarke settled down more toward the foot of the bed, between her thighs. He pushed them apart to make a nest for himself, then stroked her warmth through the lacy red panties. She arched against his finger and moaned. He propped his chin on his elbow so he could see her eyes. "Do you like that?"

She rolled her eyes at him and hissed as he plunged his finger inside her shallowly. She could feel the warmth of his digit surrounded by the lace, and the sensation made her tighten her thighs.

Roarke gently slapped her left thigh. "Relax."

Mya's mouth dropped open when he did that, but she wasn't offended. It was obvious he wanted to play with her, and she found she liked it. "You like to spank?" Her voice was a throaty whisper.

Roarke shrugged. "Only naughty girls." He blushed at the lie. He had never spanked a woman in his life.

A grin teased at the corners of her mouth. "I'll have to see how naughty I can be."

Roarke's eyes widened at her words, and he wondered if she really wanted him to spank her. With an air of experimentation, he pulled on her hip so one of her cheeks was exposed. He lightly tapped his hand against the flesh revealed by the thong. To his surprise, she giggled and purred at the same time. "You like that, don't you?"

Mya held up her thumb and forefinger to indicate a little. She was too breathless to speak as he pulled down her underwear. His hand came down on her b.u.t.t again, with just a bit more force. As he did that, his other hand went to explore her folds. The combination left Mya a confused ma.s.s of sensations. When she arched against his fingers, his hand hit her b.u.t.tocks with more force, which caused a sting to linger. It was impossible not to rub herself against his fingers though. Surely her cheeks were pink now, but she didn't care. It felt too good to ask him to stop.

He bit back a laugh as she turned into a babbling, giggling hedonist before his eyes. He watched carefully until her eyes closed, and she clenched her hands together. He moved quickly and rolled her onto her back to bury his face between her thighs.

Mya screamed as his tongue invaded her. She felt him jerk, before he stopped. "Keep going," she forced out through clenched teeth.

"Are you okay?" His voice was m.u.f.fled.

She nodded before she realized he probably couldn't see her. "It surprised me." She wriggled against him and waited for his heavenly tongue to begin its conquest. When he flicked it over her c.l.i.t, she cried out again, unable to care if there were servants in the house or neighbors who could hear her cries of pa.s.sion.

As Roarke continued his velvety kisses, he felt her body shudder and twitch with each flick of his tongue. She sobbed with pleasure, and moisture flooded his mouth. Right before she was about to come, he withdrew.

Mya's eyes popped open. "What are you doing?"

He grinned at her angry tone. "I want us to go together."

She shook her head. "I can't...not during... Please?" She wanted to scream as he slid up her body, farther and farther away from her mound. "Don't do this, Roarke. I need to..."

"Explode," he finished for her as he positioned his shaft at her entrance. "You will. I promise."

She sighed. It would do no good to protest. She resigned herself to another disappointment as he slowly filled her. She moaned at the length of him, and her body adjusted with an ease that surprised her.

Buried inside her wet folds felt like Heaven. Roarke let her moisture flood him as he stayed in her and didn't move. As her hips started to buck, he let her body persuade him to move. He withdrew almost completely, then filled her again. Mya's harsh breaths expressed her pleasure more than any words could, and Roarke did it again.

Mya trembled on the edge of climax, but she knew that he wouldn't last long enough to push her over the edge. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth as he plunged into her again. She felt his finger stroke her c.l.i.toris, and her eyes popped open. She stared into his brown depths as he continued to thrust into her while he manipulated the nub. She threw her head back as shockwaves washed over her from the epicenter between her thighs. Mya buried her hands in his hair as she o.r.g.a.s.med and thrust against him with a sob as her body convulsed.

He couldn't wait any longer. With her first shudder, as her muscles tightened around his shaft, Roarke let his climax sweep over him. He pulled her closer, and she strained against them. For a moment, it was is if they were one person as their satisfaction pulsed through them. Their heartbeats were simpatico, and a mingled cry came from both of their throats before Roarke collapsed on top of her and held her against him. He rubbed his face in her soft hair as her hands moved to his back. He never wanted to let her go, and he pulled her even closer.

Mya held onto him as if he was her lifeline. Maybe he was. She wanted to stay with him forever, but she knew she would have to leave. First, she had to settle things with Bobby before she could think about a discussion of the future with Roarke.

"Are you sure you want to take a cab? I can drive you."

Mya shook her head as she did up the last b.u.t.ton on her vest top. "A taxi is fine. You look too comfortable to move."

A rueful grin curved across his face. It was true he didn't want to move. The only thing that would make the moment more perfect was if Mya stayed with him. He almost asked her to, but knew she would refuse. Bobby expected her at home, and the afternoon's events hadn't changed that. She was still Bobby's girl-for now.

She hesitated at the doorway and looked back at him. She half-hoped he would ask her to stay. When he didn't, Mya sighed and twisted the k.n.o.b. "I'll see you Friday?"

Roarke put his hands behind his head and snuggled against the pillow. "Unless you want to see me sooner?" He kept his tone deliberately light in an attempt to mask the serious undertones.

She wanted to, but Mya was afraid of his reaction to her sudden enthusiasm. She couldn't handle a rejection right now until she sorted things out with Bobby. Either way, she knew she couldn't stay with her fiance-not after she had realized she loved Roarke. Even if it was all just a game to him, it had become serious to her. It wouldn't be fair to Bobby to pretend that she still loved him just to have a safety net in case things ended badly with Roarke. "I can't. Work and all..."

Roarke sighed. "Friday it is. Do you want me to walk you down?"

She shook her head. "I'll be fine." Mya wanted to say so much more, but in the end she turned and left the bedroom. She was halfway down the stairs when she heard him call out to her. Her heart stuttered and she hoped he was about to ask her to stay. She gripped the banister and turned around. "Yes?"

He stood at the top of the stairs in the nude. "You left your earrings on the night stand."

A horn honked in the driveway to indicate the taxi had arrived. "Bring them with you Friday." Mya hurried down the stairs and out the door before she blurted out a confession or begged him to let her stay. It was too soon, and she was too uncertain. Besides, she owed Bobby an explanation before she stayed overnight with Roarke-if he wanted her to.

Chapter Eighteen.

Dinner With The Producer When Mya entered the apartment, her eyes fell on Bobby. He stood in the entryway in a suit and tie. His blonde hair was secured into a slicked-back ponytail, and she could smell his cologne from the door. "What's going on?"

"Jesus Christ, Mya. It's almost seven. You have to get dressed."

"Why?" Mya pulled her hand away as he reached for her. "What's going on?"

"We're having dinner with Tony Scarpeti."

She raised her eyebrows. "Why didn't you tell me sooner, and who is Tony Scarpeti?"

"He's doing a movie, and I might get the lead." Bobby's blue eyes sparkled with excitement. "Tonight is

about striking a deal-maybe."

She shook her head. "Why didn't you give me some warning?" Mya winced as her shoulders grew stiff.

Already the relaxation of the afternoon spent with Roarke had dissipated.

He frowned at her. "Mr. Scarpeti invited us today. I couldn't say no."

Mya knew their discussion would have to be postponed until after the dinner. "What time are we meeting

him?"

"Eight."

"Eight!" She looked down at the slacks and vest she wore. "I'll never make it."

"Hurry." He took her arm to push her toward the bathroom. "And make yourself beautiful."

She put her hands on her hips, frowning up at him. "Why?"

Bobby's eyes s.h.i.+fted away from hers. "I've heard he has an eye for the ladies. It can't hurt if you impress

him."

With a disgusted sigh, Mya marched down the hall to the bathroom. Thank goodness she had taken a

shower at Roarke's before she left. She applied makeup and twisted her hair into a loose bun.

Afterward, she stripped off her clothes and dashed down the hall to their bedroom.

She locked the door behind her so Bobby couldn't walk in. It was crazy when she considered how many

times they had seen each other naked, but she no longer wanted to be exposed in front of him. It would

feel like she had cheated on Roarke.

After she put on underwear and stockings, Mya took a black dress from the closet and grimaced at the thought of wearing it. The heat that enveloped the city would transform the frock to a furnace, but it was her only formal dress, so she had no alternative. She slid the simple silk sheath over her head while she shoved her feet into black pumps. When she hurried from the bedroom, she found Bobby in the hall, where he leaned against the wall. "Zip me?"

He grunted and set aside his drink as Mya turned around. Bobby lifted the zipper, then put his hands on her hips. "There's something different about you."

"Huh?" Mya fought back a blush as she turned back to face him.

His eyes narrowed as they examined her. "You're different."