Chapter 152 - No Winners

As soon as the distance between us was drastically reduced it was like something in my body clicked and the tension between us became more vulnerable as it soon turned into a magnetic attraction.

He felt that and he probably knew he just had great power over me too and wanted to switch the situation in his power to take control over him. I always forgot I was playing with a pro of control and that probably those games were commonplace to him. 

Yet, I still didn't want to give up, he wettened his hand and went to massage my knees with the water and then slowly went upwards.

I arched my back and laid down as his hands were still on me, exploring an already visited territory which he never got used to its beauty. he gripped my ankles and pushed me closer to him.

His lip now blushed against my ribs without touching it not to lose the game of temptation still going on between us. I arched my back and when he squeezed my knees and licked my nipple through the fabric I let out a moan of complaint about him advancing the game to the next level.

He pulled my hair forcing me to cock my head to the side and then he whispered against the side of my neck exposed from my hair.

"Do you give up on this dangerous game, love?" He asked me, his inquiry penetrated through my body making me shiver in response.

His tongue tickled again over my sensible spot and I held back the forthcoming moan by arching my back and biting my inner cheek.

"Never," I breathed out gasping for air. It was hardly impossible to resist now, I couldn't believe how practically he reversed my own game and I was the one struggling now.

He was good and he knew that.

A smirk appeared on his face almost as if he was happy to see my decision and how willing I was not to give up. His member was hard pressed against my stomach as I clung onto the bench where I was sitting on. 

I unconsciously closed my legs, trapping him against me and I unconsciously made him even more excited since he hardened even more. I swallowed down, almost at the edge of giving up just to have him stop torturing me like that.

"I like your brave patient spirit." He smirked, "I wonder how long your endurance will last."

His long fingers now tapped against my venter through the fabric making me squeeze my eyes as I drove away another sudden complaint.

My breath hitched and my legs genuinely tightened over him, he almost fell his balance as he slouched forward for my legs' push.

But he held down the fall by seeking support from his hands and lifting himself in a push-up. 

He ended up almost laying upon me, so I smirked taking advantage of that situation to wrap my hands around his neck and tighten the grip of my legs over his back even more.

I played myself by starting that game as well but it was worth seeing Cameron's facial muscles tensing not to kiss me yet.

We were probably the worst couple to play such a game since we had so many uncontrollable flames of passion lapsing over us. 

We never succeeded in killing the passion or enduring attraction between us even when there were rules involved.

We both knew one of us was about to lose soon because none of us had the chance of winning, the point was, who will be the one who gave up on the temptation first?

That game couldn't have winners but only competitors who would eventually last long enough to see the other fall.

I was in a bad position but after this sudden change, I had gained ground. Maybe I could last a few more minutes so I had to make sure those minutes were worth enough to gain me the winner of the game.

His gaze traveled on my nipples which hardened for the lust of the moment, then on my slips and I spotted him biting his lip as probably many devilish thoughts occurred to his mind.

"Just kiss me." I begged him to finish this torture, "I want you, Cameron." 

I pushed him closer to me almost kissing him but instead of kissing his lips I flinched away and kissed his cheek.

"Just satisfy my desire," I whispered in his ear as a grunt escaped from his lips.

His hand gripped over my thighs and squeezed it as he kneeled on the unstable shelf of the shower I was sitting on.

He let the hand shower down and then gently sit on me making sure not to press his weight on me but balancing it lightly.

He looked down at my curves as his gaze browsed through me, he seemed so close to giving up. I took an inner breath and held my breath enough quietly not to make him change his mind and finally he leaned closer.

Then again a little bit closer, our lips barely touching as my heart drummed in my chest powerfully strong in a rapid tumult of devoting chaos.

My breath shortened in anticipation, and again he leaned even closer almost kissing me. His lips moved but only to speak, "I never liked losing." His hand lapsed over my hips.

"But I guess this time losing is worth it. Isn't it?" His voice was so sensual and brutally penetrating.

I nodded.

His hand set on my ear stroking my hair back to expose my neck and cheek.

And just like that, he put an end to that torturing game rewarding me with the best price for winning. A passionate kiss.

Here there was, Cameron Collins, losing his game for love, once again the love and passion between us had prevailed over the pride and the coldness of this handsome CEO.

His lips tasted like the best savor I had ever tried, poisoning me and leaving me craving for more.

I moaned out when he departed from the kiss only to complain about the loss of touch and then push my lips back on his for a second kiss.

We both lost.. That game had no winners but only competitors who turned into allies.