“What if we played a game,” Elijah suggested.
She looked at him. “Seriously?”
“Anything but truth or dare,” Logan added.
“I’ve got one,” she admitted, letting her focus shift from the darkness to the small silk bag in her pocket. “And no, it’s not truth or dare.”
Logan’s gaze was pinned on her hand. “What do you have?”
“It’s called Naughty but Dice,” she said with a grin. “I bought it online.”
“Dice?” Elijah shifted, his eyes on her.
“Yes.” She opened the bag and poured the dice onto the floor in front of her.
With her body blocking the firelight, there was too much of a shadow to see, so she moved to the side.
“This is a sex game.”
It wasn’t a question, but she responded to Logan anyway. “It’s … yes, it’s a sex game. You roll the dice and do what it instructs you to do.”
“What exactly is on these dice?” Logan asked.
“One has the action, such as kiss or lick or suck,” she said, turning the die to read the various sides. “The other has the location, such as neck, ears, lips…”
“So it’s tame?”
“Well…” Sam smiled shyly. “There is a triple x side of the die, so you could have to, you know, suck something.”
“Who does what?” Elijah asked.
“The person who rolls the dice gets it done to them,” she explained.
Sam noticed that Logan looked at Elijah, but Elijah seemed to be avoiding looking at Logan.
“When you roll the dice, who does it to you?” Logan asked.
“That’s where I want to improvise.”
“Bloody hell,” Elijah mumbled.
Sam smiled. “I want to spin the bottle to see who has to … perform.”
“Samantha,” Logan rumbled in warning.
Ignoring him, she continued to clarify. “The person whose turn it is will spin the bottle. Whoever the bottle lands on or is closest to is the performer. Then the person with the dice will roll them. The performer will then do whatever the dice instructs them to do for one minute, no longer than two.”
Her gaze shifted to Elijah, and she saw that he was watching her closely. She couldn’t read his expression, but she could tell he was uncomfortable, and she instantly felt like an ass.
“I’m sorry,” she blurted, setting her wineglass on the nearby end table. “We don’t have to play.”
Elijah’s eyebrows lowered, but he didn’t speak.
And now she felt like complete crap for putting him on the spot like that.
Without thinking, she got to her feet and moved over to him. He was stone still, so she straddled his legs and tilted his chin up with her fingertips. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
