“Good. Question number one: What is your favorite color?”
He already appeared bored. She tugged up hard on his nipples until he clenched his teeth and sucked in air.
“Fuck,” he gritted.
“They’re my questions, and I’ll make them as invasive or benign as I please. Got it?”
He swallowed.
“Got it?” she tugged up even harder on his nipples. He hissed but managed to grind out a barely discernible “yes.”
“Good. Now answer the question.”
His gaze landed on hers. “Blue … like your eyes.”
Her breath caught in her throat. Damn, the man could be seductive.
“Hmm,” she hummed, averting her gaze, not wanting him to see how his words affected her. “Interesting answer. I’m guessing there’s a certain part of your anatomy turning a shade of blue too.”
He bucked up beneath her. “Probably.”
She chuckled. “Then answer the questions more promptly so we can fix that. Question number two: What is your best memory?”
As if the man’s body couldn’t get any more rigid. His face turned an almost unhealthy shade of white, and he shifted beneath her.
“Remember, you only need to answer three of the four,” she said softly, worried that she might have pushed too hard too quickly.
“Christmas when I was ten,” he whispered. “My dad had it off. We were all home. Heath was only two but the size of a four-year-old. It snowed like crazy that year. He tossed all of us into a huge sled, and we went tobogganing. Then we all, my parents included, slept in the living room that night in front of the fire in our new Ninja Turtles sleeping bags.”
She couldn’t quite tell, because he was looking anywhere but at her face and the room was dark, but the reflection off the clock on the nightstand glimmered in his eyes, and she could have sworn there were tears.
“Which Ninja Turtle were you?”
“Leonardo,” he said, his voice hitching just a tad.
She struggled not to giggle. Krista didn’t giggle. “Of course. The responsible, serious one. Makes sense.”
“Also the smart one,” he added wryly.
“Donatello was smart too. The techie nerd.”
“That’s Chase.”
She hummed softly and ground her pelvis against his erection. “And let me guess, Heath was Michelangelo. And Rex was Raphael?”
He nodded. “Yes.”
She licked her lips and swirled her hips again. “Leonardo was always myfavorite. For a turtle, he was sexy.”
His hands came up and he gripped her hips, forcefully pulling her down onto his lap so she could feel just how hard, how turned on he was. She felt the same way. Sitting atop Brock, riding him, even with fabric between them, was her favorite place to be these days. The way he looked at her as they both reached climax stole the oxygen clear from her lungs and made her whole body vibrate and burn.
She sobered and stopped her hip swirls, despite how strong his grip was on her hips and how much he was encouraging her to continue. “Okay, next question. What is the most reckless thing you’ve ever done? You’re so responsible, so …grown up, what’s one thing you’ve done that is so out of character you didn’t even recognize yourself when you were doing it?”
His lips curled up into a diabolical smile. “That’s the fourth question. I don’t have to answer it.” Her mouth opened in protest, but he cut her off. “Favorite color, best memory, ninja turtle, this question.”
Shit, he was right.
Making a mock pout with her lips, she glared down at him. “Fine.”
