AMARIS
Why do I know Ryker is playing games with me and I keep letting him?
I must be one of those foolish naive girls I read about in novels and detest how they can't think or see what is obviously right in front of them.
I looked at Ryker and tried to find the words that would make him understand I couldn't do this, not here, not tonight. "I don't want to play your games, not today of all days."
His hand moved from where it had been gripping my arm, trailing up slowly until his fingers wrapped around my neck, not squeezing, just resting there with enough pressure that I could feel my pulse beating against his palm.
Then his hand slid lower, fingertips tracing the curve of my collarbone before moving down to my chest where they stopped just above the neckline of my dress.
"Wow," he murmured, his voice dropping to that low rasp that made my stomach clench. "But can't you see sweetheart, you are already playing my games."
