Playing for Keeps: Harford Scarlet Series by Toria Lyons Read Free Book Online

but it slipped through her fingers. ‘Arrggghhh!’
    Sarah dipped, still trying to get a grip on the disintegrating box. This was enough to make Tom lose his balance and they began to fall. They tumbled to the carpeted floor, Tom twisting her so she landed on him, somehow facing him. A shower of compliments slips rained around them.
    They both panted on the floor, pressed so close. She lay on top of him, senses overloading, powerless as her body heated and melted, her head falling to his shoulder. Greedily, she absorbed his scent. He smelled so good: rich and male, again with that whisper of fresh sweat. Her hips involuntarily flexed to rub against his, for friction against the rigid column she felt there. Her swelling nipples begged to chafe against the cotton stretched across his rock-solid chest. She squirmed and started to whimper.
    He groaned, his hands moving down to squeeze her arse. Fire streaked through her, causing her to writhe quicker, licking his neck, rubbing against his stubbly cheek. Her mouth moved round to his and she tasted him, his firm, well-shaped lips. He took control, rolling her over and devouring her mouth, his tongue tangling with hers, nipping at her. He was on top, her legs fell open and he pushed between them, pressing rhythmically at the heart of her.
    She felt herself take off into orbit, squeezing and releasing and achingly empty at the same time, gasping and crying out. Her body was pleading for more and more. One of his hands moved to her jeans, pulling frantically at her belt, the buttons, the pockets. He raised his head and caught her dazed eyes, his searing gaze hot to be inside her.
    Suddenly he froze. The noise of loudening voices intruded into her brain. She realised with a shock she was lying on the carpet with Tom between her legs and the committee due to walk in through the door. She pushed at his shoulders, almost moaning when he moved and lifted himself from her. Sarah clambered onto her feet. Her breasts felt swollen, the nipples like lava-filled rocks. Between her shaky legs were pressure and heat and wetness. She moved her gaze from the floor to his motionless, standing form, juddering when she saw the hump between his legs, then up past his shoulders to his firm, still-damp mouth and glittering eyes.
    ‘Oh Christ, what was that?’ Her voice was hoarse.
    He continued to look at her, his gaze flickering to her mouth. ‘It was inevitable. There’s too much attraction between us. It won’t go away until we’ve slept together. Maybe a few times,’ he muttered.
    She felt the muscles between her legs clench. ‘It’s not going to happen. And that’s it.’ She smoothed down her hair and wiped the moisture from around her mouth, almost sighing at the deliciously male taste of him left on her tingling lips.
    ‘We’ll be good together, babe.’
    ‘ Babe? You can’t even remember my name.’
    The door squeaked open and they both turned. The volunteers began filing into the room. Sarah suddenly realised all the slips were scattered on the floor with the damaged box lying on its side.
    ‘Had an accident, have you?’ asked one of the committee members, Alan.
    ‘Er … yes. Tom was helping me get the box down and we dropped it.’
    ‘Ha ha! Well, I hope Tom will take more care with those passes on Saturday,’ teased Mike, the chairman. ‘Our scrum is strong but we can’t be giving the opposition too much ball.’
    Tom and Sarah laughed stiffly and, after patching the box back together with parcel tape, bent down to start picking up the slips.
    ‘I’ll see you in the bar afterwards,’ Tom murmured to her under his breath. ‘We need to finish this conversation. And I know your name is Sarah. Do you really think that little of me?’
    Sarah refused to answer or look at him. They filled the box in silence and Tom lifted it onto the table.
    He closed the doors to the cupboard, moved the chairs back, and then walked past her, brushing a finger down her spine, out of sight