“God, you’re killing me.” Their desires lined up so well, it was always a battle to maintain control and not fall on her like a wild animal.
“How?” She was flushed and asking a question she likely understood at a cellular level, yet still prolonging the game.
“I told you—I love watching you taste all this temptation, and I’m trying to give you the space to experiment, even though I want to pound you into that couch right now. Any other ideas you’d like to try instead?”
She played with one of her pigtails. “Maybe an actual game? I like art and photography. Is there such a thing as Sex Pictionary?”
He began to laugh. She swatted his shoulder, and he caught her hand. “My lack of artistic ability won’t do much for the right mood.”
She scrunched up her face again, thinking. “Sex charades is probably out. Especially when it’s only two people. I guess you can’t really have teams—unless it’s like a couples game. We should play it at my birthday party.”
He shot that one down. “Absolutely not. I do not want your friends to see you miming getting spanked or how you spread your legs when I eat you out.”
She twisted her ankles together. “I can’t imagine sexy Monopoly. Strip poker is so passé.”
“We could just go eat dinner, and I’ll give you little touches on and off—letting you know that I’m ravenous. But I’ll control myself because I need you to eat so you can have energy for all of those naughty things I’m going to do to you—and those new, fresh sheets that are going to lose their virginity tonight.”
“You drive a hard bargain.” She thought for another second. “Have you ever played Taboo?”
He shook his head. “Doesn't ring a bell.”
“Come on, it's a game where you aren't allowed to say the words on the list. If you do, you get the buzzer.” She said it in a way that he suspected she didn't realize how naughty it sounded.
“A buzzer? Like a vibrator?”
“No. It's a game I played in college. A good, clean, card game.” She whacked him on the shoulder. “You have a card with a list of forbidden words.”
“At your convent college?” Roan raised his hands. “You're the one who brought up the buzzer.”
“Not that kind of buzzer!” She tried to hit him again, and he caught her hand, pressing a kiss on the inside of her wrist.
“Why don't we eat dinner, and over a glass of wine, you can tell me how you're making this nice clean game of no naughty words into a sexy game.”
CHAPTER 13
Thirty minutes and two glasses of wine later, Roan was sitting on a chair in his living room as she paced back and forth, reviewing the rules.
Clarissa explained, “I'm gonna say words, and you have to guess the secret word I can't say.”
“But the words are going to be dirty,” he asked, since her explanations hadn't made a lot of sense.
“Not sexy on their own. The secret word won't be sexy, but it'll work. Trust me, go with it. Guess correctly, you'll get a prize.”
“Is the prize you?” Her cute pink dress needed to be on his floor.
“You'll have to wait.” She smoothed her pigtails back. “Soft.”
“Hair?” he guessed.
“Nope. Clean.” She took a step closer.
His thoughts weren’t clean. “Soap?”
She set her palm on his shoulder. “How is soap soft and clean?”
“Well, the kitchen soap is 'soft-soap.”
Tugging at his ear, she warned him. “You can't use a word that is part of the secret word.”
