Game for Trouble (Game for It 2)

It was late, past eight o’clock, and she still supposedly had a half hour until he showed up. She’d been tempted to tell him not to bother. Since he’d so effortlessly come back into her life, he’d chased her. Flirted with her, drove her crazy with it, really. She’d secretly craved it and not so secretly distrusted his behavior. Because it always came back to one question:

What did he want from her?

Now he acted as if he snapped his fingers, she’d come running. She wasn’t some sort of dog who followed his every command. Damn it, she was an independent woman with a mind of her own.

A knock sounded, interrupting her thoughts. Her knees wobbly, she stood and rushed toward the front door, then looked through the peephole. There stood Nick on her doorstep, glaring at the peephole as if he knew she was spying on him.

She undid the lock and threw open the door, breathless at the sight of him. His hair was in complete disarray, as if he’d run his fingers through it time and again. He wore a faded Hawks T-shirt and worn jeans, and a glower on his face that said don’t fuck with me.

God, she really, really wanted to fuck with him. Well, more like fuck him.

Her cheeks hot, she glared. “I thought you had at least thirty minutes left before you’d finally show up.”

“Surprise, I’m your early present.” He nodded toward the door. “Gonna let me in?”

She gripped the door handle tight. “I shouldn’t, what with your shitty attitude.”

“Don’t give me any grief, woman. I’m not in the mood. We having this date tonight or what?”

“You tell me. Do you have plans to take me somewhere?” Heat zinged through her body. They needed to get out of her house. Before something dangerous happened.

Like the two of them falling into bed together. She’d changed clothes earlier, giving up on him even showing, but here he was, and here she stood. Wearing yoga pants and ready for bed.

Bed. Gulp.

He contemplated her, his jaw hard, his mouth grim. “If I told you where I wanted to take you tonight, I’m afraid you might slap my face.”

She went damp at his dark tone, his even darker stare. “Maybe I want you to take me there,” she whispered.

Oh crap. After worrying about something dangerous happening, she went and said that. What the hell was wrong with her?

Both brows went up as if he were surprised. Silly man. Didn’t he know how much she wanted him? Though honestly, even she wasn’t sure how much she wanted him. Her feelings for Nick confused the hell out of her. “Maybe you should hear where I’m talking about first before you jump to that conclusion.”

“Go ahead then. Say it.” She practically dared him to.

“All righty then. I want to take you inside your house, into your bedroom.” He took a step closer to her, his eyes never leaving her face. “Then I’m going to take off all your clothes until that pretty little body of yours is naked. Just for me.”

She swallowed hard, her mouth dry. Sounded good so far.

He advanced another step. “Then I’m going to strip off my clothes, because it’s not fair, spending quality time together with only one of us being naked and all.” Another step, until he was so close, his feet brushed against hers. “So once we’re both naked, I’m going to take you to your bed. Where I will ke

ep on taking. And taking. And taking.”

Willow gave a little nod when he paused. Wanting him to continue. Desperate for him to continue. “And then?” she croaked.

He smiled—the first one she’d seen from him in a while. Even while watching him on TV playing his game yesterday, he’d been so grim faced and determined through most of it. Enough for the commentators to make constant remarks during the entire game, wondering at his somber, sad attitude. “And then I’m going to give you multiple orgasms. So many you’re probably gonna beg me to stop. Because they’ll end up taking you to another realm.”

She blinked—couldn’t find the strength to say a word, considering her head had just been wiped clean of all brain cells by what he’d just said to her. The heated promise in Nick’s voice, his smoldering gaze as he watched her… His eyes dropped to the door handle she gripped so tightly that surely she was white-knuckling it.

“Shut the door, darlin’.” Without thought she did as he asked, letting out a gasp when he grabbed hold of her hand and tugged, pulling her to him. “Come here.”

He slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her close, causing her to collide into warm, solid man. She pressed her hands against his chest, lifted her lids so she could meet his searing gaze. He stared at her, his eyes dropping to her mouth for a long, lingering moment before he finally met her gaze once more. “So we’re staying in tonight?” she asked weakly.

He grinned, his bright smile making her stomach flutter. “Definitely.”

“But this is only our second date,” she protested with a wince. She didn’t mean to complain. Damn it, she shouldn’t complain. This was what she wanted. Forget worrying about looking too easy in his eyes.

Too easy was how comfortable she felt with him. How good he looked, how forceful he was being.