Playing His Game Part 19

He entered the room and stopped before the bed. She was absolutely gorgeous as she lay before him with one knee curled up to shyly obscure the triangle between her thighs. When she licked her lips, he groaned. "So..."

"Yeah?"

Roarke shook his head, unable to think when she was spread so temptingly before him. What had he planned for today? He couldn't remember now. His eyes widened when she stood up from the bed, trailed fingers through her hair, and made her b.r.e.a.s.t.s jut up.

Mya rolled her hips as she walked over to him and ran her hands down the smooth cotton of his short-sleeved white polo. She stopped to rub a nipple and press herself against him. "You're wearing too many clothes."

He cleared his throat, thrown off-kilter by this side of Mya. "You think?"

She nodded.

"Okay." To Roarke's surprise, her busy hands moved across his body to pull and push at his clothes until she had removed his s.h.i.+rt and unfastened his pants. "Mya." He tried to push her hands away as they moved to his waistband.

"Surely you don't have a problem with this?" She looked up at him through the veil of her lashes. "You aren't old-fas.h.i.+oned, are you, Roarke?"

He shook his head as he swallowed audibly. His hands dropped to his sides, and Mya pushed his trousers down. She paused to allow him to kick off his shoes and have him step out of the pants. They were quickly followed by navy briefs.

She was on her knees before him and looked up at him with an uncertain expression. An impish grin teased Mya's lips as she tossed his slacks and underwear into the corner near his s.h.i.+rt. She touched the head of his shaft with the tip of her tongue to catch a dewy drop of his arousal.

Roarke groaned when Mya's mouth slid down around him. She didn't take him in completely, but she tortured him with quick flicks of her tongue and intermittently applied suction. He arched forward and pushed himself deeper inside the moist recesses of her mouth as she swirled her tongue around his erection. He paused to see if he had gone too deep. He looked down and saw she was a bit surprised, but didn't seem to mind. "Are you okay?"

Mya couldn't speak or nod, so she used her thumb and forefinger to form an OK sign. She continued her ministrations. She worked her tongue around the circ.u.mference of his erection as she sucked rhythmically. When she felt his body start to quiver, Mya pulled her mouth away.

He groaned, and the lines of his face contorted into a grimace. "Why did you stop?"

A wicked grin curved her mouth. "I want to be with you when you come."

Roarke bit back a sigh. It was no less than he deserved since he had done the same thing to her last time. He pulled Mya into his arms and nestled his face at the bend of her neck and shoulder where he nibbled softly. She pressed closer and pushed her nipples into the light dusting of hair on his chest. He heard her moan and moved his head to swallow the sound with his lips on hers.

He kissed her until she went limp in his arms, then pushed her back onto the bed. Once again, Roarke knelt between her parted thighs to kiss the damp tangle of reddish-gold curls that hid her femininity. Mya shuddered and twitched, but pushed him away when he would have continued. "What's wrong?"

"I had something else in mind." She stood up and took his hand to lead him outside to the balcony.

Roarke resisted as they got to the sliding gla.s.s door. "What are you thinking?"

"It's such a nice day. I just want to go outside." She turned to bat her lashes at him as she had seen her sister do a hundred times. "Please, can't we come outside?" She licked her lips.

Who could see them so high up? Would anyone care if they did see a couple as they made love in the middle of the afternoon? Roarke's body tightened as he realized the thought of an audience didn't repulse him. He didn't drag his feet as he followed her out onto the patio. He winced as the soles of his feet touched the hot cement. There was a moment of vertigo as he realized he stood on a balcony fourteen floors up, stark naked. When it pa.s.sed, his gaze fastened on Mya, surrounded by a halo of bright sunlight that kissed every inch of her. Not a bad idea, he decided with a twitch of his lips.

His eyes widened as he saw the chaise lounge that hadn't been there before. "Did your...?"

"I picked it up after work." Yesterday, Mya added silently. She lay down on the floral-print cus.h.i.+on and held out her arms.

Roarke gingerly lowered himself on top, careful not to crush her. He balanced his weight on his arms. He

grunted when she pulled him down to rest on top of her. The tip of his manhood pressed against her

moist mound, and she wriggled her hips. "Mya," he said in a warning tone.

She giggled, not at all repentant. Mya lifted a breast to offer him a taste. She moaned as he dipped his head to accept her invitation. As he suckled on the turgid peak, Mya s.h.i.+fted slightly until they were aligned. She thrust her hips upward to take him inside her.

Roarke's eyes popped open, and his mouth fell away from her nipple. "You can't be ready." But her

body confirmed she was, and he pushed himself deeper into her softness."I think I could always be ready for you," Mya whispered as she arched her neck to press her lips to his.She tried to maintain control of her emotions as Roarke thrust in and out of her, which caused the loungerto groan in protest. When sweat beaded her forehead-not from the sun, but from the willpower it tookto hold off her o.r.g.a.s.m-Mya pushed him away.

"What the h.e.l.l?"

She laughed at his stunned expression. "So cranky." Mya grasped his erection in her hand.

"Why are you torturing me? Haven't you made up for Tuesday yet?"

She shook her head. "I want to try something."

He groaned and wondered if he was too old to keep up with Mya. His climax was perilously close, and

she seemed barely affected. Roarke's eyes narrowed as he caught sight of the perspiration on her face and the way her chest heaved with each breath. Or maybe she was just a great actress? "What did you have in mind?"

She couldn't find the words to tell him what she had in mind, so Mya took his hand to lead him to the wrought iron railing. She turned to look down at the city. "Stand behind me."

His eyebrows rose when he realized what she wanted. "Are you sure?"

Mya nodded.

"Well..." They could always return to the bedroom if she didn't enjoy the position. With a shrug, Roarke stood behind her and lifted her hips as he thrust his forward. Once she was positioned, he released her slowly until she had taken all of him. He looked over her shoulder and saw the way she gripped the railing with a white-knuckle grasp. To his surprise, she wrapped her legs loosely around his thighs. Her toes pressed into his b.u.t.tocks. "Do you do yoga?" he joked.

"Aerobics that require a lot of stretching." Mya lifted herself, than sank onto him again. "Move, Roarke."

He obeyed the command in her tone and thrust into her as deeply as he could.

"Faster."

"You sure are bossy," he teased, but complied.

Mya groaned as she felt his shaft push against the walls of her womanhood and rub near her c.l.i.t with each thrust. She had never felt anything like it. Eagerly, she returned his thrusts and ground herself against him in small circles. It was difficult to maintain her hold on the railing and at some point, his arms wrapped around her stomach to hold her against him, while she braced her forearms on the railing. As an o.r.g.a.s.m tore through her, Mya gasped, too drained to cry out or speak. She continued to convulse around him, and Roarke thrust into her again and again.

He bit his lip and hoped the small dart of pain would help him prolong the moment. Roarke wanted to make her come repeatedly, until she was about to pa.s.s out, but when she tightened around him for the second time, he gave in to his body's demand and released wave after wave of satisfaction into her.

It was only when the pleasure pa.s.sed that he realized his legs and arms trembled, and she shook with mingled exhaustion and pleasure. With a gentle movement, he disengaged their bodies and lowered her to the cement. Once she was steady, he put his arm around her waist, and they stumbled into the bedroom to fall across the bed.

With a small reserve of energy, he was able to bury his hand in her hair. "Where did you get the idea for that?"

She shrugged. "I was staring down at the city, and it just came to me."

He frowned. "When?"

Mya struggled not to blush as her mind worked furiously. "Uh, the last time I was here. That's when I got the idea."

"That long ago?"

She nodded quickly. "Now that we can, I decided what the h.e.l.l?"

He chuckled. "If you keep throwing caution to the wind, you'll be the death of me. I think I'm too old for

the s.e.xual Olympics."

Mya snuggled closer. "You were in fine form, sir. I don't think you're ready for the senior events yet."

He put his arm around her and pulled her even closer. A fine trace of sweat dotted her skin and heat

poured off her. Her back was already red. "You're going to have a sunburn."

"Small price to pay," she said around a yawn.

"You should take a bath to get some of the heat out."

Mya laid her head on his chest. "I don't think I'll lose any heat if we get into a bath together."

He stroked her hair as a pang hit his stomach. Time grew short, and moments like these would soon be

only a memory he could use to torture himself. He wondered if Bobby had told her yet? "Have you and Bobby talked about the movie?"

She shook her head. "Not lately."

He struggled to concentrate as her hand moved across his stomach and slid lower to flirt with his semi-hard shaft. "Lenny told me yesterday that it's nearly in the can. Two or three more scenes at most."

Mya's hand froze, and she struggled to remember how to breathe. "Really?"

"Yeah. Apparently they've made a lot of progress in the last three weeks." d.a.m.n his brother. He was

always a screw-up-even when he did something right for a change.

"I see." Her lips wobbled, and she was glad her face was pressed against his chest. "When will it be done?"

"Probably by Friday. The cast has agreed to work through the weekend if necessary, so Monday at the latest."

Mya slowly lifted her head and tried to read his expression. "Our deal is near the end?"

He nodded and tried to keep his expression bland. "You'll soon be free of me." He silently pleaded for her to protest or declare she never wanted it to end.

His light-hearted tone cut through Mya's heart, and she blinked back tears. "Yes. This is probably our last meeting."

He cleared his throat. "Yeah."

She pulled away from him. "I think I'll take that bath now."

By the set of her shoulders, he could tell she wasn't in the mood for him to join her. "After I take a shower, I should be going. I have plans..." To sit home alone and wallow in despair.