the boys because she was wickedly creative in her stunt demands.
Of course, he’d also found himself sitting through most of the game with no shirt on because she’d claimed it as his forfeit item. She’d taken her sweet time working her way through the boys’ items. The flash of desire in her gaze every time she looked him over drove him wild, but there was nothing he could do about it.
Wickedly creative, indeed.
But he’d get his revenge. Sooner or later.
Sooner, he found, as they sat next to each other on a sofa to watch a movie. It had taken a while for the boys to agree on a film, but now they sprawled on their stomachs on the carpet, chins propped in fists. Which meant there was no one to pay attention to Gabe when he laid his arm along the back of the couch and teased the tiny curls at the back Anne’s neck. He stroked her soft skin, sliding across her nape in slow sweeps. She shivered, goose bumps breaking over her arms, and he would swear he could see the outline of her nipples.
Ah, nice. He loved how quickly she responded for him.
“What are you doing?” she hissed.
He pitched his voice low enough that the boys wouldn’t be able to hear over the volume of the movie. “Shouldn’t that have been my question when you stole my shirt and then ogled me?”
“Stealing something was part of the game.” Her golden eyes went wide and innocent.
He gave her a skeptical glance. “And the ogling?”
“You’re welcome.” Her smile was so sunny and sweet he had to smother a chortle.
He scooted a little closer, so their sides were plastered together from chest to knee. A slow burn of lust kindled in his gut. Teasing her meant teasing himself, and having her near felt far too good. But the proximity gave him a longer reach for toying with her. He slipped his fingers down the side of her throat and skimmed along her collarbone. Her breath caught and her hand came down on his knee, tension running through her body.
When he traced the neckline of her T-shirt down to its low vee, she pinched his thigh. Hard. He winced and pulled his hand back to the top of the couch, but then tugged on her hair in retribution. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make her shoot him a dirty look. Then something calculating flashed across her expression and her smile was enough to send any sane man running. Apparently, he wasn’t sane because he stayed right where he was. The hand on his knee shifted inward, and her nail ran along his inseam, getting dangerously close to his cock before her fingers danced in patterns on his thigh.
Sweat broke along his hairline, and his dick was a rigid bar in his pants within moments. He swallowed, reviewing computer programming language in his head to distract himself from what she was doing. It did nothing to cool his ardor. Finally, he grabbed her wrist and shuddered, his cock chafing against his fly.
She leaned over and whispered in his ear, “I can hide it. You can’t. I win.”
Indeed. There was no evidence of her desire on display, unlike him. No need to admit defeat though. God, he loved how they challenged each other. Her take-no-prisoners attitude amused the hell out of him. He choked off a laugh, threaded his fingers through her silky locks, and hauled her forward into a quick kiss. At least, he meant it to be quick. The moment their lips met, clung, he couldn’t resist a second taste. Her hands balled in his shirt, but she didn’t try to push him away.
His heart pounded and he nipped at her lower lip, the tart-sweet flavor of Anne sliding over his taste buds. Her scent filled his nostrils—no perfume, just pure woman. She tilted her head, sucking his upper lip into her mouth. Every muscle in his body locked tight, and his dick throbbed painfully. Okay, this had to stop, or he was going to forget where they were and do something really stupid, like mount her right here on the couch.
Breaking the kiss, he pulled back just enough to meet her eyes. They were both breathing hard,
Of course, he’d also found himself sitting through most of the game with no shirt on because she’d claimed it as his forfeit item. She’d taken her sweet time working her way through the boys’ items. The flash of desire in her gaze every time she looked him over drove him wild, but there was nothing he could do about it.
Wickedly creative, indeed.
But he’d get his revenge. Sooner or later.
Sooner, he found, as they sat next to each other on a sofa to watch a movie. It had taken a while for the boys to agree on a film, but now they sprawled on their stomachs on the carpet, chins propped in fists. Which meant there was no one to pay attention to Gabe when he laid his arm along the back of the couch and teased the tiny curls at the back Anne’s neck. He stroked her soft skin, sliding across her nape in slow sweeps. She shivered, goose bumps breaking over her arms, and he would swear he could see the outline of her nipples.
Ah, nice. He loved how quickly she responded for him.
“What are you doing?” she hissed.
He pitched his voice low enough that the boys wouldn’t be able to hear over the volume of the movie. “Shouldn’t that have been my question when you stole my shirt and then ogled me?”
“Stealing something was part of the game.” Her golden eyes went wide and innocent.
He gave her a skeptical glance. “And the ogling?”
“You’re welcome.” Her smile was so sunny and sweet he had to smother a chortle.
He scooted a little closer, so their sides were plastered together from chest to knee. A slow burn of lust kindled in his gut. Teasing her meant teasing himself, and having her near felt far too good. But the proximity gave him a longer reach for toying with her. He slipped his fingers down the side of her throat and skimmed along her collarbone. Her breath caught and her hand came down on his knee, tension running through her body.
When he traced the neckline of her T-shirt down to its low vee, she pinched his thigh. Hard. He winced and pulled his hand back to the top of the couch, but then tugged on her hair in retribution. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make her shoot him a dirty look. Then something calculating flashed across her expression and her smile was enough to send any sane man running. Apparently, he wasn’t sane because he stayed right where he was. The hand on his knee shifted inward, and her nail ran along his inseam, getting dangerously close to his cock before her fingers danced in patterns on his thigh.
Sweat broke along his hairline, and his dick was a rigid bar in his pants within moments. He swallowed, reviewing computer programming language in his head to distract himself from what she was doing. It did nothing to cool his ardor. Finally, he grabbed her wrist and shuddered, his cock chafing against his fly.
She leaned over and whispered in his ear, “I can hide it. You can’t. I win.”
Indeed. There was no evidence of her desire on display, unlike him. No need to admit defeat though. God, he loved how they challenged each other. Her take-no-prisoners attitude amused the hell out of him. He choked off a laugh, threaded his fingers through her silky locks, and hauled her forward into a quick kiss. At least, he meant it to be quick. The moment their lips met, clung, he couldn’t resist a second taste. Her hands balled in his shirt, but she didn’t try to push him away.
His heart pounded and he nipped at her lower lip, the tart-sweet flavor of Anne sliding over his taste buds. Her scent filled his nostrils—no perfume, just pure woman. She tilted her head, sucking his upper lip into her mouth. Every muscle in his body locked tight, and his dick throbbed painfully. Okay, this had to stop, or he was going to forget where they were and do something really stupid, like mount her right here on the couch.
Breaking the kiss, he pulled back just enough to meet her eyes. They were both breathing hard,
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