Together, we head inside, and Arson skips around our feet, talking to us in dog howls. Thomas lets him out to go to the bathroom, while I head upstairs to change out of my dress.
A few minutes later, Thomas and Arson bound up the stairs. I’m sitting on my side of the bed in my pajamas, feeling anything but tired. Something I’ve learned since starting to be intimate with Thomas is I have no idea how to initiate things. I want more, I need it,craveit, so why can’t I get over myself and ask for it? Show him what I want?
“Ready for bed?” Thomas asks, taking in my pajamas. He’s still in his clothes, but he must have taken his contacts out since he’s wearing his glasses now.
“I guess,” I say with a shrug. Thomas takes his shirt and pants off so he’s in only his boxers. These aren’t his normal boxers, though. They are a pair of superhero underwear. The underwear he wears when he needs luck. Did he wear them for me? For tonight?
I stare at the underwear. My heart pounds a heavy beat in my chest. He may not even realize how sweet the gesture is, or what it means to me that he wore something he considers lucky on our date. I want this man more than my next breath.
Shocking myself, I blurt, “Truth or dare.”
36
THOMAS
“Truth or dare.”
Hannah stares at me with more heat in her eyes than I’ve ever seen.
“Truth,” I reply, my eyes widening.
“What turns you on?” she asks, her voice shaking.
“You,” I reply without a second thought.
Hannah scoffs, a blush rising up her cheeks. “Be more specific.”
“Fine,” I reply, kneeling on the edge of the bed, resting my palms on my thighs. “You, in the dress you wore tonight. You, in nothing at all. The noises you make when you come. The way you squeeze my fingers with your tight little pussy. You, Hannah. You turn me on.”
Her mouth parts, pupils dilating as she stares at me.
“Oh,” she breathes.
“Truth or dare, Hannah,” I prompt, moving toward her, pushing her hair behind her ear.
“Truth,” she replies.
“What turns you on?” I repeat her question to me, not because I can’t think of something, but because I truly needto know. Anytime we’ve been intimate, it happened naturally, with no specific person initiating it. Is that what this is? Is she ready for more? I am. I want to be inside her more than my next breath. I want the closeness with her, the raw connection sex brings.
She swallows thickly. “When you kiss me, and you do that thing with your tongue.”
“Hmmm,” I reply, cupping her cheek and pressing my lips to hers. I gently bite down on her lower lip, swiping my tongue across the area. “Like that?”
“Y-Yes,” she stutters. “And when you kiss my neck.”
I do as she says, trailing down her jaw to her neck, pressing long, languid kisses to her skin.
Before I get lost in the little noises she makes or the softness of her skin, she pushes me back by my hair, taking a deep breath and speaking, her voice clear. “Truth or dare.”
Time to kick things up a notch. “Dare,” I answer, narrowing my eyes, pushing my glasses up from where they slid down my nose.
With a sharp inhale, Hannah squares her shoulders and looks me in the eye. “I dare you to fuck me, Thomas.”
Okay, that is totally not what I thought she was going to say. I thought she’d say, kiss me, or maybe something we haven’t done yet, like eat her out, but I never thought she’d say that. I’m all in, of course I am, it just took me off guard.
“Are you sure?” I ask, all thoughts of our teasing game long gone. If she’s serious about this, I want to make sure she’s ready. This is all new for her, and I need to make it good for her.
“Yes, I’m sure,” she replies. “I want it. I need you, Thomas.”
