In fact, it sounds like the hottest thing I’ll likely ever experience.
“If you want to,” he murmurs, kicking out of his boots, eyes blazing. “Unless you’re scared you’ll lose.”
My jaw ticks and I glare at him, shoulders back, chin high, pussy regrettably empty. This man has my libido trained. “Fine, I’m in.”
“Terms?”
“Well…” I start, shaky fingers digging into the buttons on my dress, but I get distracted by the sight of Kade in nothing but boxer briefs. “Winner gets to do whatever they want to the loser.”
His eyes widen. “Whatever they want?”
“Don’t be weird, Archer.”
Smirking, he rakes his eyes down my body just as I let my sundress pool on the ground, leaving me in nothing but boyshorts.
“No bra,” he mutters, shaking his head with a groan as he adjusts himself. “Never gonna get used to that.”
I tuck my lips between my teeth and bend, dragging my underwear down my thighs before stepping out of them. “How about no panties? Can you get used to that?”
His throat bobs, jaw ticking. “What are you doing, baby?”
“You said naked hide-and-seek,” I murmur breathily as I step behind a sheet and arch my back, hands cupping my breasts in a way I hope looks sexy instead of distorted.
By the sound of his choked, desperate,“Fuck me,”I’d say I’m already winning.
“Game on. May the best woman win.”
And I plan to.
Chapter Forty One
Naked Hide and Seek…. My Cum?
Should be hiding.
Should be waiting in the shadows for the right moment to strike.
But I can’t.
Not when she’s out here—naked and flushed, chasing the warm spring sunlight with bare skin and bouncing golden red curls like a goddamn dream.
Not when she moves and teases like she wants me to lose fuckin’ control.
And I am. Quickly and happily.
Her silhouette dances behind the sheets, all soft curves and long legs. Every few feet, she stops and arches her back or cups her tits, lifts her hair and plays with herself like she knows I’m watching. Like she knows this isn’t a fuckin’ game of hide-and-seek, but a hunt, and she’s my damn prey.
I pause on the edge of a line and catch sight of her from the back. She doesn’t see me or hear me—I’m careful to keep my steps silent. Her eyes flutter closed and she bites that thick bottom lip, slipping her hand between her thighs, shuddering at what she finds.
Goddamn, she’s just as keyed up as I am. Just as lost to the madness… the freedom.
I palm my throbbing cock and stroke myself slowly, catching precum on my fingers and using it to soften the ache. Doesn’t work. Not a damn thing will but her.
My Georgia. My sunlight and freckles and everything in between.
She pinches her nipple and for a breath, pretty sure she loses herself to pleasure, palm moving with purpose between her thighs.
Holy fuck—she’s so hot.
