“Say something in Italian.”
I shivered from the rough timbre and the way the pads of his fingertips glided over the bare skin of my thighs, eliciting a flurry of goosebumps. “What do you want to hear?”
“Anything you want to tell me.”
The words formed on my tongue before I had a chance to stop them. “Penso che mi sto innamorando di te.”
Hunter’s lips parted, awed. “What does that mean?”
I smiled around my white lie. “You’re so cute.”
He smiled back. “Likewise, doll.”
We played another round while drinking. The bottle was now halfway empty and a light buzz pumped through my veins, stemming from Hunter’s champagne-stained kisses and the feel of his muscular arms caging me in their fortress. I was in my own little slice of heaven, the faded beats and lyrics of an R&B song from the club faintly echoing through the room.
Hunter won the current round and I felt like a sore loser.
Wanting to mess with him a little, I leaked a steady stream of champagne down the front of his black dress shirt. He jolted and I fake-gasped. “Oops. I didn’t mean to do that. You should totally take your shirt off now that it’s all wet.”
Smirking and seeing right through me, Hunter undid his buttons with calculated slowness. He dropped his shirt on the desk and let me have at him.
Straight away, my fingers swirled over the snake coiled around his bulging muscles. It was ethereal. Whoever inked it did a fantastic job. “I love your tattoo. I want a similar one.”
“Yeah?” he said gruffly. “Where would you get it?”
“Undecided for the time being.” My fingers waterfalled over his chest and abs. “Tell me about your piercing?”
“Didn’t I win this round?” He arched a brow. “Shouldn’t I be the one asking the question?”
“Indulge me.” I rained kisses down his neck and over his right pectoral, pausing to flick the tip of my tongue over his silver barbell. “Please.”
“Gabriela,” he moaned long and low as I licked and sucked his nipple before tugging at the piercing very lightly with my teeth. “You have to stop. Or this game will end with more than bragging rights.”
I pouted. “What’s the point of getting a piercing like this if you don’t want it appreciated?”
“It was a dare.” He panted when I sucked a hickey on his neck. “I lost a bet and Josh made me do it.”
“Remind me to thank Josh the next time I see him.”
“Don’t talk about Josh when you’re kissing me,” he growled.
“Jealous?” I whispered in his ear, sucking the lobe.
“Yes.” He slapped my ass and I yelped before he spun me around between his legs and tucked me back onto his lap like it was my personal throne. He swallowed my small giggle with a dirty kiss and breathed harshly into my ear, “Let’s finish this, Gabby.”
He must have been too horny to complain about the fact that I grabbed a dart when it was supposed to be his turn. Or maybe he was indulging me again. That seemed to be his motto where I was concerned.
Just when I started to throw my dart, Hunter’s palm glided under my dress and over my inner thigh.
Then his agile fingers collectively brushed over my thong’s gusset.
My dart didn’t sail towards the board, falling to the ground with an embarrassing clatter instead.
You’ve got to be kidding me…
Miffed and flustered, I elbowed Hunter lightly in his stomach. “C-cheater! You did that on purpose!”
He chuckled, eyes twinkling with mirth. “What did I do?”
