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"The thought had crossed my mind," he admits.
"Ha." I snort, then glance in his direction. "What did you have in mind?"
"Truth or Dare? Surely, that’s an innocent enough game for you?"
"Not when you’re the one I’m playing with." I turn over on my side. "I’ll go first. Truth," I call out before he has the chance of saying anything. "When did you lose your virginity?"
"Hmm, let’s see." He scratches his chin. "I lost my virginity at fourteen."
"Why am I not surprised?"
"To the wife of one of my clan members. She was fifteen years older than me."
"That’s predictable. Cougar and boy toy," I scoff.
"My turn now. Truth." He leans forward. "Tell me something about yourself that you’ve never told anyone else."
I purse my lips. What can I tell him about myself without giving too much away?
"I, uh... I have a tattoo."
"A tattoo?" He tilts his head.
"It’s in a place which you’re never going to see." I tap my right hip.
"Now that’s a challenge I’m not going to be able to resist."
"Get used to it because you’re never going to be able to see it."
"What kind of a tattoo is it?"
"It’s a line from my favorite book of poems."
"Which is?" He scowls.
"Wouldn’t you like to find out?"
"You know I will, so why don’t you save yourself the bother and tell me what it is?"
"What’s the fun in that?" I retort.
"Didn’t take you for a tease." He brings his knees up, then lowers his arms between them. With his hair drooping over his forehead, and that slightly disgruntled expression, not to mention the jacket and pants which still manage to be fairly uncreased, he’s sex on a stick. Heat curls low in my belly, and a shiver runs down my back, but I ignore it.
"I’m not teasing you; simply stating a fact."
"We’ll see." His grin widens. "The very fact that you don’t want to show me your tattoo, after mentioning it, shows that you want to pique my curiosity. You want me to imagine you without your clothes, though you pretend you don’t want to sleep with me."
"I want nothing of that nature."Liar!My cheeks flush, my nipples harden, a pulse flares to life between my legs, and I have to stop myself from squeezing my thighs together.
"Dare," I burst out. "I dare you to not say one suggestive thing for the next ten minutes."
He chuckles. "You’ve got it."
"You’re not going to protest?"
"Why should I when I can do this?" He begins to peel off his jacket.
I stiffen. "What are you doing?"
