Zhuri pushes herself up to sit on the side of the pool, and I move to stand in front of her.
“Here,” she says softly, pulling down the band of her panties on her hip.
I look closely. It’s hard to make out in the lighting, but once I do, I smile. “Dragon?”
“Yeah. I got it right after I was drafted.” She pulls the band back up and slides back into the pool. I take a step back so she can stand in front of me. “Now you can stop wondering about my mystery tattoo.”
I rub my thumb over my bottom lip, and I watch her track the movement. “I won’t stop thinking about it, though.”
“Cameron…” she says breathlessly, and that rasp is entirely too sexy.
“Would you rather only be able to listen to music or podcasts?”
“Music. Podcasts are fine, but I love listening to music.”
“I’d probably pick music, too,” I shrug. “After all, that is what you and I bonded over when we were hiding from Goosifer.”
Zhuri throws her head back and laughs, and I shamelessly watch the way her tits bounce as she does. “You and that goddamn goose.”
“I think you mean demon.”
She shakes her head before biting her lip, just like she did earlier. Only this time, we’re in far less clothing, and she’s going to feel how hard I’m getting if she keeps it up.
Her voice is lower now, and I’m addicted to the sound. “Would you rather be a great kisser or great in bed?”
Ohhh, Zhuri baby wants to get a little dirty tonight.
“Great in bed,” I answer. “But I’ve never had a complaint about either.”
“Good to, um… know.”
I smirk at her. “You like hearing that,ljepota?”
“Just… making conversation,” she shrugs.
I chuckle, but let her move past that. “Would you rather take control in the bedroom or be submissive?”
“Be submissive,” she answers, eyes locked on mine, and those pools of brown are practically black with lust right now. “I prefer to submit in bed.”
I fucking knew it.
Zhuri doesn’t take her eyes from me as I take a step closer to her.
“Would you rather always have sex in the dark or with the lights on?” she asks breathlessly.
“Lights on,” I assert. “I like watching a woman fall apart beneath my touch.” A shiver runs down her body, and I know this is turning her on as much as it is me. “Would you rather have sex with a dirty talker or someone completely silent?”
“Dirty talker.” She takes a hard swallow. “I don’t like silence.”
My tongue darts out to wet my bottom lip. “Neither do I, Zhuri baby.”
“Would you rather a woman wear heels or nothing on her feet during sex?”
“Heels,” I reply, voice husky and low. “It’s so fucking sexy when a woman wears heels in the bedroom.”
Zhuri takes a step closer to me as she asks, “What about a tall woman?”
“Hypothetically?” I cock my eyebrow in amusement.
