Playing His Game (The Reynolds Brothers) Read Online Free Page B

cream. The edges are rough but the rest
of the shell is soft and smooth.
    It's perfect.
    "You've never
seen a shell before?" Scott asks from behind me.
    "I have, but
not often," I slur drunkenly and turn to face him. "We traveled to
the East Coast when I was eleven for my grandmother's funeral. While there we
took a trip to the beach. It was my mom and dad's way of helping us mourn the
woman I had only met a couple times before. While there I saw some of the most
beautiful seashells. I collected a few of my favorites and took them home with
me. I've been collecting them ever since."
    "That explains
your giddy child-like reaction to the shell."
    "You don't
get it. That was my only time at the ocean. The rest of my shell collection are
freshwater shells from Lake Michigan and they're mostly from mussels. They're
nothing close to as beautiful as this shell. I need to look for more."
    I stumble in the
sand as I start my search for more shells to add to my collection.
    "Hold on
there, Winnie," Scott says as he pulls me back into him, forcing me to
stand up straight. "You aren't going to find a lot of shells here. It's
too populated. There's a place I surf at further down the beach. It's more
isolated with no homes or tourists. You'll find some pretty shells there. I'll
take you next time you're in town."
    "Okay,"
I respond as I start to feel a little lightheaded. He's probably right about
the shells and I'm too buzzed to even look for more.
    "You spending
the night or going back to Jared's place?"
    I look up at
Scott, puzzled by his question. His beautiful gray eyes stare down at me and I
lose my train of thought.
    What did he ask
me?
    All I can think
about is his beautiful eyes, the scar right above his left eyebrow that gives a
slight edgy look to the surfer I met earlier. Then there are his full lips.
I've never been a lip girl, but Scott's lips have me licking my own and
wondering what it would be like to kiss him.
    Screw wondering.
    I turn in Scott's
arms to face him completely and lift up on my tiptoes. Scott must sense what
I'm doing because he leans down to meet me and our lips touch. Holy shit, our
lips touch and he tastes so good. I'm suddenly lightheaded, and not from the
alcohol.
    I move my mouth as
my lips caress his, over and over again. It's a soft, delicate kiss. Amazing,
absolutely amazing, but I need more.
    My arms lift and I
wrap them around his neck, pulling myself closer to his body. He's still in
just his swim trunks so I feel his hard abs against my chest. My hands pull on
his neck as I open my mouth and my tongue slides out, asking for entrance.
Scott doesn't hesitate opening his mouth and our tongues meet and devour each
other.
    God, he tastes so
wonderful. His tongue is powerful and the way his body is pressed against mine,
it's sending warm sensations to the southern area of my body.
    I know this isn't
a good idea. I know I should not be making out with him, but all common sense
went out the window the second I started downing shots.
    His hands lower
down my back until he's cupping my ass, lifting me up and nudging my legs with
his elbows so that I wrap them around his waist.
    I'm insatiable. My
lips release his as I kiss my way across his chin and to his ear. I feel us
moving, but I don't open my eyes as I'm completely consumed by the salty yet
sweet taste of his skin.
    Suddenly, I'm
being lowered onto one of the Adirondack chairs. This breaks my lustful Scott
haze and I open my eyes. Scott's seated on the chair and he's lowered us so I'm
straddling his lap.
    This could work.
    My head lowers
back to the crook of his neck so I can resume devouring him, but Scott stops
me. His hands start at my knees and slide under my sundress, bringing the dress
with it. When his hands reach my waist, he grabs the material and slides it up
my body. I raise my arms as he lifts and pulls my sundress off me, leaving me
in just my blue bikini.
    His hands grab my
waist again and I feel his lips move against my collarbone,