Changing His Game (Gamers #1) Read Online Free PDF

gesture. And then in a couple of swift strides of those long, shapely legs, she was in front of him, gazing up with huge hazel eyes.
    “Sydney…?” she asked.
    “She’s fine,” he answered.
    She nodded, and her tongue sneaked out to touch the corner of her upper lip. He let his gaze drop. He’d fallen asleep last night thinking about her blushing in her office chair and woken up imagining sinking between her thighs.
    And then to see her with another man at the movie? He’d wanted to toss the guy on his ass, so when she’d introduced the man as her brother, the rush of relief had been palpable.
    He couldn’t resist anymore. He had a plan he’d been mulling, and he’d come to a decision that morning. He just had to keep his identity secret a little longer.
    It was the coward’s way, but he wanted her with a bone-deep ache, and if her glazed eyes were any indication, she wanted him too.
    Only one more thing to test.
    He raised his right hand slowly, waiting to see if she’d flinch, but she didn’t. She only stared back at him with those beautiful almond-shaped eyes. He wrapped four fingers around the back of her neck, starting with his pinky and then the rest in succession, like a scale on piano keys. At his touch, she sucked in a breath, the skin of her neck pebbling with goose bumps. He wanted to latch onto it, lave the skin with his tongue until it was smooth again.
    He settled his thumb into the hollow of her throat, feeling the pulse beat there and then laid his palm flat on her collarbone.
    The flush on her face deepened, her eyes glazed, and her breath escaped between her parted lips in gasps.
    He caressed her skin with his thumb. “You like my hand at your throat?”
    She didn’t answer and doubt crept over him. Maybe he’d misinterpreted, maybe—
    “Yes.”
    The answer was so soft, so barely spoken, that he thought maybe he hadn’t heard it. He needed more.
    “Say it.” His voice was hard, flinty, like the striking of a match.
    Her eyelids, which had sunk, fluttered open. “What?”
    “Say the words.”
    A longer pause, but he was more confident this time, because her body was pliant under his hand.
    And when her voice came, it was everything he’d thought it would be. “Yes, I like your hand at my throat.”
    That was really all he needed. Moving fast, he turned her so that her back was against the wall in the alcove, his body blocking her from view even though no one could see them unless they purposely meant to be there.
    Her hands flew to his biceps and rested there. He waited, wanting to give her time to say no, to stop him if he made her uncomfortable. One word and he’d back away, even if it would feel like peeling his skin off.
    And then, with her eyes directly on his, she dropped her arms and laid her palms flat on the wall.
    The sight of Marley, submitting to his control, her full breasts and hips on display under a thin dress, had his cock swelling and lengthening in his jeans.
    It was painful.
    But he ignored himself and focused on her. He leaned in and ran the tip of his nose up her neck, angling his head so his tongue followed the same path. Marley sucked in a breath, murmuring, “Austin,” in that breathy voice that he wanted to play on repeat.
    He couldn’t wait anymore. He needed that mouth. And so he took it, tilting her chin so he could delve his tongue between her lips to tangle with her own. She tasted sweet and sour and feminine and he knew he’d never be cured of his desire for her.
    Despite her body language, she wasn’t passive in the kiss. She nipped at his lips and ran her tongue over his teeth, tasting him while he tasted her.
    His whole body was on fire and Marley was the only thing keeping him from dissolving into ash.
    He pulled out of the kiss and placed his lips at her ear. His left hand, which had been clutching her hip, trailed down the outside of her thigh.
    “You taste sweet, just like I knew you would, Marley,” he breathed into her ear. His