Playing His Game Part 20

Mya put a hand on his arm. "Stay with me tonight."

"Here?"

She nodded. "It's our last night together." He obviously didn't want to continue their liaison. She drew in

a ragged breath to hold back a sob. While it humbled her pride to ask, she didn't want to miss her last chance to hold him.

He swallowed back the uncomfortable lump of moisture in his throat. "Okay. What about Bobby?"

Mya shrugged. "He can live without me tonight."

There was a sadness in her eyes that he wanted to ask about, but Roarke knew he was the last person she would want to confide any relations.h.i.+p problems to. He had ruined his chance to ever be more than her lover when he had forced her into this game. Lucky for her, it almost over. She would be able to move on to her role as Bobby's wife and put the ordeal behind her. Unlike Roarke, she wouldn't be haunted with what-ifs for the rest of her life.

Chapter Twenty-One.

Mya's Fantasy The sting of the sunburn woke Mya sometime late in the night. She lifted her head from Roarke's shoulder and rolled out of bed. She looked back to make sure she hadn't disturbed him, then padded into the bathroom.

She opened the shower stall and turned on the water as cold as she could stand it. Mya wasn't burdened with clothes, so she stepped directly under the spray after she adjusted the head to make it a softer stream. She gasped as the icy water pelted her, but it felt too good against her sunburn to move away from.

She leaned against the shower stall and let the water fall over her naked back. Mya felt tears p.r.i.c.k the back of her eyes and tried to swallow them back. She didn't want to turn into a blubbering mess in Roarke's presence. The only thing worse than to lose him would be to have him to stay because he pitied her.

Mya lifted her head when she heard the door slide open. Roarke stepped in with her and s.h.i.+vered at the cold water. She hoped the tears on her cheeks would be dismissed as water droplets. "I didn't mean to wake you."

He didn't speak. Instead, he lifted her and pushed her against the wall.

"Roarke, what are you..." Mya's eyes widened as he entered her with one quick thrust. Her body was ready for him and welcomed him eagerly. She melted against him and clutched his shoulders.

He grunted and thrust into her as he moved one hand to play with her c.l.i.toris. He wore a grim expression, as if determined to force an o.r.g.a.s.m from her.

Mya couldn't believe the feelings that coursed through her. She felt out of control and primitive. She wanted to completely lose her conscious self in his flesh, and she concentrated on her o.r.g.a.s.m, consumed solely with her needs. She dug her nails into his back and ground her hips against his, equally determined to come.

She leaned forward and pushed herself down hard on him. His hand was trapped between their bodies. Her entire body convulsed as an o.r.g.a.s.m washed over her. She clenched around his shaft and heard him moan, but he didn't come.

When Mya could breathe again, she relaxed against him and laid her head on his shoulder. "That was wonderful."

"Be quiet."

Her eyes widened at the command, and Mya frowned when he turned off the shower and stepped out. "What's..."

He frowned at her, but didn't answer.

She gasped when he pressed her against the bathroom wall and entered her again. She could only cling helplessly to him and match him thrust for thrust as he slammed into her until he elicited another o.r.g.a.s.m. He continued to thrust. "Please, no more," she whimpered. "I'm too tired."

Roarke ignored her whispered words and lifted her higher.

She pushed against his chest. "I want to stop now."

He grasped her wrists and pinned them to the wall on either side of her head. The only thing keeping her in place was his lower body as he thrust in and out of her. There was a feral gleam in his eyes when he threw his head back and cried out. She felt him fill her, and she came again, although she had been certain she was too exhausted.

As their trembling subsided, he released her wrists and lowered her to the floor. He put his arms around her and held her close to his pounding heart. He sounded out of breath when he asked, "Did I hurt you?"

She hesitated. Her wrists stung from his tight hold, and she felt sore and achy between her thighs. Blotting out those tiny pains was the flush of satisfaction that swept across her body. "No." She pressed her face against his chest. "I liked it." She felt him chuckle.

"It looks like Carly was right."

Mya's head whipped up so quickly her neck popped. "What?"

He pushed hair off her face and smiled down at her. "Carly told me you had a particular fantasy. I waited

for the right moment-"

"She told you about that? When?"

He nodded. "She called me yesterday. After complaining about how difficult it was to get through to my

office, she told me about your fantasy. "

She froze. "What else did she tell you?"

"Nothing except this fantasy." He grinned. "Why? Is there more?"

"I can't believe she told you about that!" She felt anger welling up inside, but it was mixed with grat.i.tude

and relief-a peculiar combination. She owed Carly grat.i.tude because Mya knew she wouldn't ever have had the courage to tell Roarke she wanted him to just take her without asking her first. She was relieved her sister hadn't said anything about where she was staying.

He faltered. "I'm sorry if you wanted it to stay just a fantasy. It started out as role-playing, but I lost control."

Mya touched his face. "So did I. I'm glad she told you. "

He looked relieved. "You enjoyed it?"

Mya giggled. "Three times. Even when I was sure I couldn't take anymore."

"I know the feeling." He turned around to show her his back. "I thought you had dug into my spine a couple of times-not that I didn't enjoy it."

Mya gasped at the red marks on his back and blushed. She was pleased to have marked him. He would have a reminder of her for at least a few days. It would have to be enough.

Chapter Twenty-Two.

Bobby Pays a Visit Sat.u.r.day morning, Mya had a visitor. When the doorbell rang, she froze. No one knew she was here except Carly. Who could it be? She walked quietly to the door and looked out the peephole to see an elegantly attired blonde that stood on the other side of the door. She wasn't familiar. Maybe a neighbor?

"Miss?" she called.

Mya's heart stuttered, and, for one crazy moment, she wondered if the woman could see her through the door.

"Are you home? The security screener said she thought you were here."

Mya reluctantly opened the door. "Sorry. I was in the back room."

The blonde nodded and extended a perfectly manicured hand tipped with bright pink nails. "I'm Katie

Winslow, Mr. Thomas' real estate agent."

"Oh?"

"I came by to see if I could arrange a visit. I have a couple dying to view the place." When Katie laughed,

she flashed straight, white teeth. "I know Mr. Thomas temporarily took it off the market, but they really want something around this neighborhood. They've seen the pictures, and they love it."

Mya stood aside. "Come in, please."

"No time. Sorry." Her blonde hair never moved an inch when Katie shook her head. "Would Monday work for you-a.s.suming Mr. Thomas is willing?"

"I'll be gone by then." Mya swallowed the lump in her throat. "I'm going home later today."

Katie's dazzling green eyes sparkled. "Excellent. So your lease is only temporary?"

"Yes."

"Thank you. I'll contact Mr. Thomas."

"Okay."

"Have a nice day." With a sunny smile that was nearly as bright as the yellow of her shorts suit, Katie

hurried off down the hall.

Mya closed the door behind her and had made it halfway to the guest room before she realized she had to stop the realtor from calling Roarke today. She sprinted across the room and into the hallway to arrive

at the elevator just in time for the doors to close in her face. She leaned her head against the cool metal and accepted she wouldn't be able to catch up with Katie Winslow in time.

She trudged back to the apartment with her shoulders slumped. She had to be out within the next couple

of hours. Thankfully, most of her things were still in cases. She had only to finish up with her things and arrange for transport to the airport. She hoped she could move up her flight, or she would have a four or five hour wait at LAX.

An hour later, Mya had nearly finished packing her bags when the doorbell rang again. Her stomach jumped with nerves as she antic.i.p.ated an angry Roarke on the other side. Maybe just a puzzled one. The best she could hope for was the realtor had forgotten something.

She walked to the door and looked through the peephole. Her mouth dropped open, and she fumbled with the lock to open the door a couple of inches. "How did you know where to find me?"

Bobby shrugged. "I followed you the first time you met with Thomas. I took a wild guess that you'd be here."

She frowned at him. "Shouldn't you be on the set?"