“Okay, well, I’m good at going down on women. They come on my tongue within a minute, every time.”
Her head tilts to the side in disbelief.
“I know where the G-spot is and how to play with it. I’ve been known to make women squirt, which I believe is a secret talent. I also know how to make a woman have multiple orgasms. In addition, I’ve made a few women come just from nipple play, so I don’t know…I guess I’m the jack-of-all-trades in the bedroom.”
She stares at me for a few seconds. “Yeah, you’re right. You do sound conceited.”
“You’re the one who asked.”
“A simple ‘nipple play’ would have been a good answer.”
“And miss out on the opportunity to brag?” I shake my head. “No thanks.”
“I should probably know that at this point.”
“You should.” I move in closer. “It’s kind of your fault.”
“Probably is.” She dips her head back into the water and then rises again, my eyes tracking every droplet that runs down her neck, straight to her chest.
Why did I think this was a good idea again?
Because at this rate I’m never going to be able to get out of the water.
“So are you going to ask me truth or dare?”
“Do you want another one?”
She shrugs. “Might as well finish the night with a banger.”
A banger…
What does she mean by that?
She swims by me, her shoulder brushing mine, a wicked smile tugging on her lips. Is she looking for more? Does she want more?
I have no goddamn idea, because she’s the one who said she wanted to be friends, but the way she’s eyeing me and how she keeps swimming by, brushing me with her hand…
Am I imagining this?
“Truth…or dare?” I ask, my vocal chords feeling tight, anticipating a dare.
She swims by me again and runs her fingers over my arm as she says, “Truth.”
Huh.
That’s not what I was expecting.
I run my hand over my jaw, my five-o’clock shadow feeling like sandpaper on my palm. “Umm, what are your top three places to be touched?”
Grinning, she says, “Below the ear.”
Noted.
“Nipples—specifically rolled between fingers.”
Gulp, okay, yup. Got it.
“And then with two fingers”—she holds them out of the water—“right between my legs, against my clit.”
