Page 248 of The Bluffing Game

I desperately want to touch him and feel him. I look at his lips. Would one kiss hurt? No. Yes. Maybe.

I find myself shifting closer toward him, but not close enough that we’re touching. I’m lying on top of the sheets, but still, I’m warm. The leggings feel too snug and the T-shirt too tight. Before I know what I’m doing, I pull off the top and then the pants so that I’m lying here in my panties and bra.

I turn my body and look at him with lazy eyes. I can see that he’s breathing faster now. I love the way he looks at me, at my body, the way I can tell he thinks I’m sexy. His fingers twitch, and I know he wants to touch me. It almost makes me want to laugh, but there’s a hunger burning inside of me, a hunger to be with him, to forget everything, to pretend that the universe is just him and me and our bodies making love—sweet, tender, fast, reckless, angry love.

I move a little closer to him, reach out, and touch his chest. He looks surprised, but I don’t care. I want to feel him. That’s part of it. I can touch him, but he can’t touch me. I lean forward and press my lips against his nipple and bite down.

“Ow,” he says. “What was that for?”

“Just seeing if you hurt like a normal human being.”

“I am a mortal, you know?”

“That’s good to know.”

“I would’ve thought you already knew that, given all the mistakes I make in life.”

“We all make mistakes, Dalton. Doesn’t mean we have to hold them against ourselves forever.”

He nods slowly, and there’s a lightness to his expression now.

“So, what else are you going to do to test me?”

“I don’t know,” I say and stretch.

I see his eyes drop to the top of my breasts, and a naughty thought crosses my mind as I slowly take off my bra. I peel one strap down, then the other, and unclasp it. He sucks in a breath as he stares at my nipples. I lean over him, brushing my breasts against his chest and then his arm as I grab a glass of water from the other side of the bed. His eyes narrow as he watches me sip, and then I place it back down. I move up slightly and brush my nipples against his mouth. He does nothing.

I tap his nose lightly. “Good boy.”

I turn my back on him and once again look at the TV. I’m still not paying attention because this is fun. This is a game. I wonder just how much I can do and have him not react.

I shift back closer and closer until my ass is pressed against his crotch. I wiggle my butt, and I feel his cock twitching. Yet still he doesn’t touch me. I look over my shoulder, and he’s rigid.

“You think I’m that easy, Sage?”

He chuckles, but I can tell he’s hard as hell. I can tell he wants me.

“Oh, I wasn’t expecting you to do anything. I was just snuggling and getting ready for bed and watching my favorite show,” I say as I continue to rub my butt against him.

He growls slightly, and I laugh.

“Ah, what a night,” I say.

I look at him and run my fingers down the side of his chest and touch his briefs gently. I brush my fingers across his cock, and he grunts as I slip my fingers in and run my thumb up and down.

“You’re so hard.” I giggle. “This must be like torture for you.”

“Can’t say that it is,” he says with a moan, and I hrushrug.

“Oh, I’m glad to hear that.”

I pull his briefs down and pull them off his legs before throwing them to the ground. He watches me with a smile. I lean back up on the bed and grab his hand.

“I guess, if I touch you, technically, you’re not touching me,” I say, looking down at him. “I guess.” I move his hand to my breast. “Squeeze,” I say.

“What?”

“One squeeze.”