“Really? Too scared to do a dare?”
“No, just feeling like I need to continue down a truth path.”
“Okay.” She thinks about it for a second and then asks, “Are you hard right now and that’s why you want to do a truth?”
How the hell does she know that?
Does she have underwater X-ray vision that I don’t know about?
Bugger.
“As a matter of fact, I’m hard right now, thanks to you and that freaking swimming costume and how hard your nipples are.”
“Seriously, you’re hard?” she asks, almost as if she doesn’t believe me.
“I am.” When she shakes her head, I say, “Fine, I dare you to feel just how hard I am.”
Her eyes widen, the game becoming that much more real in a matter of seconds for her.
Her lips twist ever so slightly to the side, her mind reeling, so I decide to help her out. “Or truth…are you scared to see just how hard I am because you might like it?”
That makes her eyes narrow and I can see that I struck a chord with her. I might have pushed the limits, but honestly, I don’t care, because I can see the curiosity in her eyes. She wants to touch me, she wants to be near me, she enjoys my company, but she’s not taking that final step, so I might as well push her in the direction.
“Are you going to quit on me?” I ask.
Her teeth pull on the corner of her lower lip before she finally gives in and swims over to me.
I hold my breath as she grows closer and closer until we are mere inches from each other. I hold my breath as, eyes on me, she slowly moves her arm underwater until I feel the palm of her hand connect with my leg.
“That’s my thigh,” I say, my heart hammering in my chest, my dick growing even more with anticipation.
Nodding, she slides her hand over, so fucking slow, until her palm finally connects with my length.
“Jesus,” I mumble as her fingers slightly curl around my shaft.
“This bathing suit is thin…like mine.”
“I honestly don’t even know what you just said,” I reply. “My brain is short-circuiting. Did you ask me a question or was that a compliment?”
“Neither,” she says, still holding me. “Just an observation.”
“Right, okay.” I blow out a heavy breath. “Gossy, unless you plan on pumping my cock, I suggest you remove your hand or my hips might start involuntarily moving.”
“That horny?”
“That horny for you,” I answer honestly, which puts the smallest of smirks on her face before she pulls away.
I let out a deep breath and try to think of something, anything, that might help me…deflate, but it feels so goddamn impossible as she floats next to me, sexy as shit, wet…Did I comehere to torture myself? Because that’s what it’s feeling like right now.
“Truth or dare?” she asks.
“Truth,” I say, sticking with the easy.
“What’s your secret bedroom talent?”
I push my hand through my hair. “Uh…I don’t know. I feel like whatever I’m going to say will sound conceited.”
“Probably, but I want to hear what you think anyway.”
