His gaze heated, and his nostrils flared just as the elevatorstopped. He gestured for me to go, so I threw him a saucy look. “So gentlemanly of you letting the lady go first.”
“You’re not a lady, Jordan. You’re a heathen.”
I cackled and practically bounced to our room. Sliding the key into the slot, I pushed the door open and immediately tossed my jacket on the chair. Our bed—the one we’d fooled around in—was made. Almost like it erased last night, which was probably for the best. “Okay, where we doing this?”
“Doing…what?” he asked, his tone hesitant.
“The game, dingo.” I kicked off my boots and sat crisscross on the couch. There was a small table there, and I patted the spot next to me. “Come on. I think we both need a drink after surviving that dinner.”
“Cheers to that.” He set his coat down and eyed my shirt as he sat next to me. “You’re wearing my jersey.”
“I’m always wearing your jersey.” I poured the Fireball into two of the hotel glasses. “Drink.”
We took it back and set the cup down. I exhaled, the burn of the drink warming my throat and settling the nerves in my stomach. Getting a little drunk with Preston used to be so easy. We’d get into trouble but never the naked kind. Now, that was all I wanted.
“Remember the rules?” I asked, not meeting his gaze.
“Yes.”
“Then let’s play.”
The first round started like regular Uno, neither one of us throwing down a draw four or a draw two. We were being tame and kind, which wouldn’t do. We needed skin in the game—literally. “Loser has to stand outside on the balcony for one minute naked.”
“What?”
“This is boring. You’re not attacking me, and I’m being nice. We need to play for something.”
“It’s too cold to do that. How about… loser has to do two dares?”
“Which will include you standing outside naked.”
“You and nudity are a thing.” He eyed me, his lips curved in a half-smile. “Why?”
“Why not?” I shrugged. “I have a great body and hate how tight some clothes are. Plus,” I said, whispering. “I need to be wild sometimes. It’s like this burn inside me that needs to release.”
“Hm.” Preston played a blue five, and I placed a green five. He picked up a card and grinned. “Oh, I’ve doubled up my draw twos, my friend. Draw four.”
“Wait, I believe I can trade my draw four for a dare of your choice. I can’t question it or refuse, or I’ll have to draw eight.” That was the dumb rule we made as freshmen when we played with our dormmates. It was a huge hit, and there was a lot of making out. And streaking. And shots and doing silly things like stealing a wall sign. “So I’d like my dare, please.”
Preston ran a hand over his jaw before smirking. “Should I be tame or go hard?”
“You know I’d prefer hard, Charming.”
His eyes lit up. “I get to draw anything I want on your body with a permanent marker.”
“Shit.” I huffed. “That’s a good one. Okay, I can’t refuse, so yes. Do you need me naked for this? Want to draw a big dick near my tit?”
“Nah.” He pursed his lips as he stood up and grabbed a sharpie from his bag. “While I knowyouwould do that, you wildcat, I would never.”
“Then where do you want to mark me?” I practically purred at him. He stood over me, his face set in a determined line, and it was honestly super hot. “This dare isn’t like you, and I am here for it.”
“Maybe you’re rubbing off on me.” He got onto his knees so our faces were inches apart. “On your back, Jordan.”
I whimpered from the sexy command of his voice, and he totally heard. He chuckled and placed a gentle hand on my stomach.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
“I’m drawing something right here.” He rubbed his thumb over my right hip. “Don’t move.”
