Page 221 of The Bluffing Game

“But what about after now?” I say, pulling away slightly.

“What about it?” he asks.

He reaches down, unbuttons his shirt, and opens it so I can see his naked chest. I swallow hard.

“What are you doing, Dalton?”

“Maybe I’m being vulnerable, putting myself on a platter for you. I guess I’m wondering, what do you want to do next?”

All I can think is that I don’t know. All I can think is that this wasn’t part of the plan. Maybe, just maybe, that’s okay.

“I’m waiting,” Dalton says as he pulls his shirt off and drops it to the ground. “Your move, Sage. What’s it going to be? What do you want it to be?”

“I don’t know. I’m scared if I tell you, my wish won’t come true.”

“Try me,” he says, grinning.

I reach out and run my fingers down his chest. “Tell me your wish, and I’ll see if I have a genie in a bottle.”

“Well, will the genie give me one, two, or three wishes?” he asks.

“I don’t know. How many do you think?”

“All I need is one,” he says. “You can have the other two.”

I smile at him, and then I take a step forward. “Okay then, Dalton, what’s your one wish?”

Chapter 24

DALTON

Sage has never looked as beautiful as she does now, standing in front of me. Her pink lips are parted, her hair looks bouncy and slightly crazy, and there is a shy, sexy smile on her face. This is the face of Sage I want to always remember—fun-loving and yet slightly nervous and eager.

“Are you going to tell me?” she asks, taking another step forward.

She runs her fingernails down my chest, and I take a deep breath. My heart is racing, and I know exactly what I want to say, yet I’m still a little nervous. Maybe because I don’t want to ruin what we have. Maybe because I know this is really something good.

“Dalton, I’m going to think that you’ve changed your mind and you have no wishes.” She offers me a teasing smile.

Like she doesn’t know I want to fuck her senseless. Like she doesn’t know how hard it is for me to resist pulling her into my arms and ripping her clothes off. I want her badly, but I don’t want her to think this is just a sex thing.

But the way my cock is twitching is telling me that, right now, all I need is to be inside of her.

“My one wish is to have you,” I say softly. “All of you. Inside and out. I want to feel you, taste you, lick you, kiss you, be so deep inside of you that you will think I’m a part of your body.”

She parts her lips but doesn’t say a word. I wish I could read her mind. I wish I knew what she was thinking. I wish I knew if she felt the same way.

“You wish you could have me?” she questions. “Is that your way of saying that you want me naked?”

I nod slowly but eagerly. I hope she doesn’t ask me to explain what that means. I hope she takes it at face value. Like all I want is her naked under me. I wish to have her in other ways as well, but I’m not willing to get that deep with her just yet. Maybe I’m too scared.

“And now you have two wishes,” I say. “What are they?”

“I think we should follow up with your wish first.”

She grins and pulls out the rest of the curlers from her hair and drops them on the ground. She runs her fingers through her hair, loosening the waves that now cascade over her shoulders, and then she reaches down and pulls up her top slowly, teasing me. I stare at the naked expanse of her stomach, and she drops the T-shirt with a coy smile. I step forward, lift the T-shirt back up, and touch her stomach. She gazes into my eyes and then slowly lifts her top again, raises it over her head, and throws it to the ground. Now she’s standing before me in her pink bra and black shorts. Her nipples are pebbled to my view through the thin silk. She’s even sexier than I imagined.

“Is my wish about to come true?” She runs her fingers down her body and pouts sexily.