There’s no time to decide, as the look on her face tells me she’s already made up her mind.
“Truth or dare?” she asks, chin raised in confidence.
“Truth.”
“What’s the best piece of advice you’ve ever gotten?” she asks, and takes a sip of champagne.
In my life, I’ve gotten a lot of advice, most of which I didn’t take even though I should have. In the end, there is only one that I know in my heart I should follow. “If you want something, you grow a pair and go for it. That’s all you have to do.”
Noelle laughs. “That’s pretty good advice.”
“Once in a blue moon, Kai says something smart,” I say. “My turn. Truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
I can’t believe I’m asking this. “Do you believe in soulmates?”
Noelle swallows, those gorgeous brown eyes holding me in a tight grip. “Yes. I do.”
Do you believe it could be me?Is the question I want to ask next, but I’ve lost my turn. Still, something in the way she looks at me sends a tingle down my spine, like a promise of something unspoken.
“It’s my turn now, right?” Noelle asks, and waits for me to nod. “Cool. Truth or dare?”
What are you plotting?“Dare.”
Noelle raises her chin, the ghost of a smile on her lips when she says, “Using only your fingers, find a way to give me goosebumps.”
A wicked thought crosses my mind, knowing exactly where to touch her to make it happen. But she hasn’t given me the okay to do it—after all, this is just a friendly game between best friends. Instead, I twist to face her fully, letting my fingertips drift along the slight curve of her jaw, my thumb brushing her lower lipbefore gliding my hand down her throat to her collarbones to sweep her hair back over her shoulder.
When I pull my hand away, a shiver tears through her body. I laugh. “I’d say that worked, didn’t it?”
Noelle shrugs, a slight blush on her cheeks. Is she embarrassed? By the way she bites her lip I am guessing she’s not. “I’ll allow it.”
Guess we’ll see how far I can push this. “Truth or dare?”
“Dare.” A mischievous glint passes through her eyes, daring me to push her buttons.
I grin. “I dare you to put an ice cube in your underwear.”
“Do you even have ice cubes in the house?” Noelle raises a brow. “It’s the middle of winter.”
“Are you backing out? Because you don’t have that many clothes to lose.” I look her over, brows raised in question.Please say yes and take off that dress.
“Absolutely not.”Fucking hell.
Noelle doesn’t shake when she pushes herself off the ground. In fact, she looks more confident than ever as she strides towards the kitchen and fishes an ice cube from the freezer. She draws closer to show it to me before turning around to put it in.
I know the moment she does, as a soft moan escapes her delicate lips, and her knees buckle for only a moment. Noelle enjoys temperature play—not something I expected to learn about her this weekend, though it’s very much a pleasure. I hope she reveals she likes to be tied up next.
Noelle lowers herself down on the pillow next to me, her bottom lip sucked into her mouth with a rigid jaw. She is definitely trying not to moan.I never want tonight to end.
“Torture, huh?” I say, and though I try to play it cool I can’t stop the smile that pulls at my lips.
Noelle nods, and I think I hear her swear under her breath. “You’ll pay for this.”
Given the heat of the fireplace and the power from the freezer being cut earlier, that ice cube must be nearly melted by now—meaning my payback is incoming any second.
God, I hope it’s something dirty.
