Excuse me?
You know, so she’s thinking of you while chatting with hot coffee shop guy.
Shut the fuck up.
“Oh, wow they start out pretty fast with the rules, huh?” she asks.
“Yeah, that’s what makes this fun.”
“So you’ve done it before, with Poppy perhaps.”
I stare at her, unable to process the words. Who the hell is Poppy? When I finally figure out who she’s talking about, I laugh and I’m about to explain, but she points to the TV and says, “you want to go first?” I hit pause on the remote.
“Okay.” I think about it for a second. I want the truths to be about intimacy, about what she likes, would like done to her, or what she’d like to do to me. I don’t want it to be about real truths—I’m not ready to admit to anything—and I think she understands that too. “Truth.”
She leans toward me. “Tell me something you like for me to do to you, or something you’d like to do to me, Jaxon.”
My dick instantly hardens because she has that look in her eyes, the same one she had before she sank to her knees and took my cock into her mouth
I reach out, and lightly run my hand along the other edge of her breast. “I’d like for you to be bare under your sweater.”
She eyes me. “Is this about talk, or action, too?”
“Up to you. I think we’re sort of making up the rules as we go along.”
She pushes to her feet, puts her hands behind her back and then, in that slick move women have, she pulls her bra out through her sleeve.
“Magic,” I murmur, as I take in the way her nipples press against the soft fabric of her sweater. My dick twitches, and a low groan rumbling in her throat tells me that pleases her. But Jesus, knowing her breasts are bare, mine for the taking, is the worst kind of torturous foreplay. Why again did I want to do this?
For her.
Right, for her.
Yes, okay, I’m getting something too, but I want this to be all for her.
I press play and the movie continues. She settles next to me. Jesus, it’s hard to concentrate. She leans forward, takes a small sip of her wine and sets it back on the coffee table. “Why are zombies so hungry?” she asks.
A rumbled laugh catches in my throat and she grins at me. “If I were a zombie, you wouldn’t stand a chance,” I tease.
“Oh. You’d eat me?”
I lick my bottom lip, my gaze dropping to her breasts, before traveling to that sweet spot between her legs. “Babe, it’s all I can think about.”
She swallows. Hard. Good, now she’s just as aroused as I am. I hit pause on the remote when another rule comes up. “Truth or dare?” Her chest rises and falls quickly as she pulls her plump bottom lip between her teeth. Her gaze goes to the bowl of ice. “Remember if you pick dare, I get to do whatever I want with that ice.”
“Dare,” she murmurs, her voice a whisper full of arousal.
“Nice.” I drop to my knees on the floor, take one of the cubes in my hand. “Please lift your sweater,” I command, knowing just how to arouse her. “Then hands at your sides. Do not move.”
“Jaxon,” she breathes out. “I think you might be two pages ahead of me in this game.”
“It’s almost like I had these moves planned out, huh?” I tease as I pop the ice cube into my mouth. It instantly begins to melt on my tongue and my body heats up even more when she lifts her shirt, offering me her gorgeous breasts. I growl and grip her thighs. She gasps as I tug her toward me, her knees tightening on my body as I put my hands on her waist and lean in.
Her gorgeous pink nipple puckers as I press the ice to it and I glance up to see the way her head rolls to the side, fire in her eyes as I tease and torment her pert bud.
“I’ve never… no one…” She swallows again, her words falling off. I treat her other nipple to the same delicious pleasure and she wiggles, shoving her hands under her backside to keep them from moving. It’s clear she wants to touch me. Fuck, I want that too, but she likes when I restrain her.
When the ice melts, I inch back and take in the flush on her cheeks. “No one’s ever done that for you, babe?”