“Me either.” She takes off her other sock and giggles. “This is silly.”
“It was your idea,” I point out.
“Yeah, yeah.” Fable nibbles her lower lip. “This one’s crazy. I’m afraid you’ll freak out when I say it.”
“No going back now. You have to tell me,” I urge. Hell, it’s supposed to be my turn, but I’m letting her skip right on by me.
“Fine, you asked for it.” She takes a deep breath. “Lately I’ve been thinking about getting my nipples pierced.”
I’m stunned. “Are you serious?”
She nods and bends her head, letting her hair fall in front of her face. “Is that crazy?”
Sort of. She’s full of surprises. I like it. Hell, I likeher. A lot. “Don’t you think it’ll hurt?”
“Yeah, but I can deal with a little pain.” She keeps her head bent. “I’ve heard it feels good to have them tugged on during…you know.”
Okay, my girl is trying to drive me crazy. I’ve never thought of nipple rings as particularly sexy before, but the thought of me tugging on a tiny silver hoop with my lips and tongue and hearing her moan…
I get hard just thinking about it.
“Would you ever get your nipples pierced?” she asks, lifting her head so her eyes meet mine.
“Uh, I doubt it,” I croak, then clear my throat.
“It’s just a thought. I doubt I’ll go through with it either.” She slowly lifts the hem of her tank and takes it off, revealing her toned stomach, her enticing black satin bra. I want to grab her and kiss her. Screw these true confessions. “Your turn,” she whispers.
Studying her cleavage, I start to sweat. “I’ve, uh…never done the dirty-talk thing before.”
“Isn’t that the same theory as phone sex?” She frowns.
“Not really.”
“Hmm.” She taps her smirking lips with her index finger. “So you’re saying you’d like it if I leaned over and whispered in your ear that I want to suck your cock?”
I swallow hard. “Hell, Fable.”
Her smile grows. “You would definitely like that, wouldn’t you?” She gets on her hands and knees and crawls toward me, nuzzling my cheek with her nose, her mouth close to my ear. “Drew,” she whispers. “Do you know how wet I get just looking at you?”
I swallow hard, slipping my arm around her waist so I can bring her closer to me. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“Maybe.” She laughs, the sound sexy as hell, and I tackle her, pinning her beneath me so she can’t get away. I thrust my hips against hers and her eyes darken. “Ooh, I can tell I am totally getting to you.”
“All this true confession talk. A man can only take so much.” Lifting up, I take off my shirt, pleased when I catch her drinking me in with her greedy gaze. She has no problem letting me know how much I turn her on and I love it. “I’m thinking I need to see just how wet you really are.”
A little sound of pleasure escapes her and she clamps her lips shut. “Why don’t you do some investigating and find out?”
Chapter 12
Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.
—Aristotle
Fable
After playing our silly, sexy game of true confessions, we tease each other like crazy, taking off each other’s clothes between lingering kisses and possessive caresses meant to ignite. I love this playful side of Drew. He’s funny, he’s sweet, and he’s sexy as hell. When he said he wanted to see just how wet I really was, everything inside me went loose and hot. And when he proceeded to yank off my sweatpants and slip his fingers beneath my panties, I nearly came right then and there.
Being with Drew, naked and open like this—I’ve never experienced anything like it. I’ve never felt as close to another human being in my life as I feel to Drew Callahan at this very moment.
