Free Fair Play by Dakota Madison Page A

bed. I try to wriggle free but the arms grasp me tighter.
    “I have to pee,” I whisper, which isn’t a lie but it’s not an emergency either. I want to escape more than I have to relieve myself.
    Evan heaves a sigh and finally relenting lets me go. I squirm out of the bed and hurry into the bathroom.
    Shit! I can’t believe I spent the entire night with Evan, in his arms, and we didn’t even have sex.
    I’ve never woken up in a guy’s arms. I’ve never spent the whole night with someone. I always manage to escape.
    I want to escape now but I don’t have a car.
    I could phone a cab. But where’s my phone? I have to think about where Evan put my purse.
    I can’t believe how he took care of me and how much he seems to care about me. It completely scares the shit out of me. My flight instincts are now in overdrive.
    I remind myself how much I want to be with Aaron, how much I’ve always wanted to be with Aaron and how much it means to our families for Aaron and me to be together.
    But I can no longer say Evan is just a fuck buddy because something more is happening between us. I just don’t know what it is or what to call it.
    I find a washcloth in one of the drawers under the sink and I run it under cold water. I place the washcloth on my forehead and try to calm the drumming in my head.
    After a minute or two, I hear a light tap on the bathroom door. “Are you okay?”
    I don’t respond because I don’t really know if I’m okay. I’m definitely hung over. But I’m more freaked out about Evan.
    “Can I come in?” he asks.
    When I don’t respond, he slowly opens the door. “ Keira, what’s going on?” He’s by my side within seconds. “Are you sick?”
    I shake my head. “Just a little hung over.”
    “Would you like me to make some coffee?” he suggests.
    “Would you just take me home?”
    He looks a little disappointed but quickly recovers. “Sure, let me get dressed.”
    “Or I can just phone a cab,” I offer.
    He jaw clenches. “You’re not phoning a cab. I’m taking you home.”
    From the tone of his voice, I know not to argue. But I want to make sure he knows the score. “This doesn’t change an ything.”
    He looks at me with scorching eyes. “I know,” he manages to say through gritted teeth.
    “I’m still going after Aaron.”
    He’s still staring at me, his eyes filled with emotion. I can’t tell if he’s more angry or hurt. “I know,” he says finally.
    “But I appreciate you taking care of me.”
    His eyes soften a bit. “I’ll always take care of you, Keira.”
    The emotion in Evan’s words is much more than I can handle, and since it’s too early to use alcohol to numb my feelings, I decide to do the next best thing.
    I close the distance between us and place my hands on his solid abs. I look up at Evan and lick my lips suggestively. Then I give him a sexy little grin. “Would you like to take care of me before you take me home?”
    He takes in a sharp breath and I can see a little twinkle light up his eyes.
    “Or maybe you’d like me to take care of you before I go?” I say seductively as my hand roams down toward his growing erection.
    I’m surprised when he grabs my hand and shakes his head. “We’re doing this my way,” he whispers into my ear.
    Before I can protest, he lifts me into his arms like a rag doll and carries me back to the bed. With one quick motion, he removes the boxer shorts of his I’m wearing and pulls me close to the edge of the bed. He gives me a wicked little grin and says, “I want to show you exactly how well I can take care of you.”
    Then he begins to tease me with his tongue, playfully licking and nibbling the most sensitive parts of my inner thigh. When my breath catches, I let out a little moan of pleasure. I glance down and I can see Evan looking up at me, gauging my reaction to his oral abilities . I close my eyes and enjoy the magic.
    It isn’t long before his talented tongue makes its way into my folds and I lift my