“Did you ever play that game in high school? A dude would put his hands here and go up slowly if the girl didn’t want to answer the question? Something like that? The guy who went the furthest won?”
I wanna play.“Um, did you ever play?”
“No. I never got a chance to because feelings—”
“Let’s do this.”
“You’re driving.”
“The snow let up, and I’ll be safe, I promise.” I cleared my throat, my cock already hardening at the thought of teasing her. “Be a good girl and slide your pants down, Lorelei.”
Her breathing picked up, and she let out the tiniest little sigh as she did as I asked. I wanted to eat that sigh. “So how does this work? I ask a question, and if you don’t answer, I move up your thigh?”
“Yes.”
I glanced over at her. Her thighs were spread out, but her shirt covered her pussy, so I didn’t know what color panties she had on. “What color panties are you wearing?”
“Is that a question?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t want to say.”
Fuck.Hot.I slid my fingers up a few inches, my pulse racing like there were two seconds on the clock and the game came down to a field goal.
“What did Eric’s text say?”
“You want to ask methatwith your fingers an inch away of discovering if I’m wearing panties or not?”
“You’re not…” I swallowed, hard. “You don’t have any on?”
“I’m not answering that.”
“Goddamn it, Lo.” I moved my finger up more, my knuckles grazing the outside of herbarepussy. I sucked in a breath. “Dangerous. You are a dangerous woman.”
She grinned at me. “Remember that.”
I growled, quickly grazing her clit with my finger. She groaned and rocked against it, but I stopped. “The text. What did he say?”
“That he wants to talk, apologize.”
There were no cars coming down the interstate, and thank god for that. It was nothing but us, my truck, and my headlights on the road, and I had half a mind to pull over and lick her entire body right now. The squirming, the roughness to her voice, the fact she didn’t wear goddamn panties. She had me twisted up.
“And what did you respond back?”
She sucked in a breath, her hand coming down and gripping my forearm. “I don’t want to answer.”
“Mm are you keeping things from me, or are you greedy?”
“I don’t want to answer.”
“That’s two moves I get, right?”
My cock physically hurt with how turned on I was. I ran my thumb over her clit before swirling it until she groaned. Then I stopped. “That was one.”
“This game sucks.”
“I’m quite fond of it.”
