I dropped to the deck, sliding on my knees toward her in a move that was half crawl, half prowl. I traced up her legs without actually touching her, over her stomach, still hovering.Her chest. She sucked in a jagged breath, and my chest puffed up with a potent mixture of pride and satisfaction.
The entire time, our eyes were locked, and that was the hottest part of all. The connection. The intimacy. I’d never let myself be this vulnerable with anyone, but I trusted Bryn.
I stood, rolling my hips a few times as I catalogued her reactions. Flushed skin. Parted lips. Wide eyes.
I might be the one putting on a show, but I couldn’t tear my eyes from her. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
Standing once more, I smoothed my hand down my chest until I reached my waist. The dare had been fairly vague—turn the other person on without touching them. It hadn’t specified for how long or how far to take it. I was taking my cues from Bryn, and she was definitely into it.
Still, I didn’t want to push too far, too fast. But I decided to test the waters. I slowly unbuttoned my pants, letting them rest loosely on my hips as I gauged Bryn’s reaction. Her lips were parted, eyes drinking me in.
Fuck yes.
And now for a little tease.
I moved so I was standing behind her chair then leaned over to rasp, “I can’t touch you, but if I could, I’d start with your lips.”
She gripped the sides of the chair. “What about my lips?”
“I’d devour them because I’ve been dying for another taste.” I imagined doing just that. “I’d get drunk on you, kissing until our lips were swollen. And then I’d kiss your neck.” I leaned in so she could feel my breath on her skin. “I’d trace your collarbone with my tongue.”
“Where else?” she asked, pressing her thighs together.
I was pretty sure I could’ve stopped then, and I would’ve accomplished the dare. But I didn’t want to stop.
“Where would you want me to touch you?” I asked.
“Everywhere,” she breathed.
“Your stomach?”
“Yes.” It almost sounded like a hiss.
“Backs of your knees,” I offered. When she nodded, I said, “The insides of your thighs.”
“Where else?” she asked, impatient.
“Between your thighs,” I said.
“More,” she groaned, and my knees weakened.
I moved so I was facing her. Her skin was flushed, eyes glazed over. I straddled her chair, still dancing. Stillsoclose to touching her but not quite.
“I can’t touch you,” I panted, as if I’d just completed a bag skate. “But you’re welcome to touch me.”
She peered up at me, and I wished I could capture this moment and lock it in my mind forever. She lifted her hands to my chest, her expression one of fascination. Her touch was delicate, and yet I felt it as if it were a brand on my skin. Singeing me as fire surged through my veins.
When she dragged her fingers back down my torso, I shuddered. My cock was fucking hard—it had been all night. And I felt as if it could pound through ice. And then Bryn hesitated above my waistline, fingers poised to unzip my pants and finish the job I’d started.
Fuck. Me.Was she really going to do it? All the blood left my brain, fleeing south. I was light-headed at the prospect.
She peered up at me from beneath her lashes. “Dare me.”
I cupped her jaw. “I’m done playing games, Bryn. I want you.”
She looked down then slowly met my gaze, a coy smile playing at her lips. “I want you too, Frasier.”
Relief, excitement, and adrenaline surged through me. I crouched down, my smile meeting her smile as I pressed my lips to hers. She looped her arms around my neck, pulling me closer, eliminating the space between us.
