This close, I can smell her arousal.
But then she’s sitting up and reaching for her glass of wine. She takes a long swig before saying, “Your turn.”
I pretend to strategize my next move, but I really need the time to calm my nerves. When I tug a block free, I sigh. “Share a sexual fantasy.”
Swiping a hand down my face, I sigh again.
Claire pokes at my bare chest. “Tell me.”
“Okay, fine,” I say to the table in front of us. “I’ve always wanted to use one of those remote-controlled vibrators.” I turn to her. “In public.”
Her lashes flutter. “And are you wearing the vibrator or is your partner?”
A shot of excitement courses through me. “Okay so maybe I havetwofantasies.”
“Mmm,” she hums, her expression unreadable.
“What’s yours?”
“Nope. That question was for you,” she says, disregarding my frown.
The stack sways when she removes her next piece. “Shit.”
My victory is premature, though. The tower steadies relatively quickly.
Turning the piece over in her hand, she smirks. “Tease your partner’s nipples.”
“Oh, hell no.” I cross my arms over my chest.
She shimmies closer and tugs them free. “Give them here.”
“Give what?”
“Your nipples,” she states matter-of-factly.
“No. I—you don’t?—”
“Greer.” Her voice is stern. “We play by the rules or we don’t play at all.”
“Are you mocking me?” I hit her with a pointed glare.
We’re in a standoff, our eyes locked. But when she trails a finger up the side of my ribs, I break my concentration and follow the movement as she traces the underside of my right pec.
With that single digit, she lightly rubs my nipple, and I jolt upright at the unexpected sensation. She scoots in closer and lowers her head to my chest. With the tip of her tongue, she casually flicks my nipple back and forth. “Fuck,” I whisper.
She raises her head and regards me. “If you totally hate it, I can stop.”
“No.” I shake my head. “It’s—I, uh. No one’s ever done this to me before.”
“How does it feel?”
A tremor runs through me. “Not sure. I think you need to do it again so I can decide.”
With a mischievous grin, she dips back down, capturing my nipple between her teeth. She tugs gently, sending sparks straight to my groin and pulling a gasp from me. With one last lick, she drags her lips across my skin and gives the same attention to the other side.
A groan reverberates in my chest.
“So what did you decide?” she asks.
