Page 76 of Let It Be Me

“So.” She smiles, nervous and excited. “What do you want to do?”

“You really want to open the floor for requests like that?” I move my hand down the ticklish part of her thigh. “Because the list of things I want to do to you would keep us sleepless for months.”

“I have an idea, but ... you’re going to think it’s weird.” Her hand covers mine, and I think she’s going to knock it away, but instead she moves it a few inches up her thigh.

“I’m gonna be honest, Ruby. With how hard my cock is right now, there’s no amount of freaky you could come up with that I wouldn’t do. As long as I get to do it to you.”

“Okay . . . truth or dare.”

My ears perk right up at this. “Really?” I pick my head up to look at her. “You go right for it, don’t you?”

“We’ll see. So—truth or dare?”

“Dare. Always dare.”

“I dare you to do whatever you want to my body.” She sits up on her knees. “While keeping your dick in your pants.”

Fuck. Even before I can imagine the possibilities, I’m raging with desire. “Whatever I want?”

“That’s what I said.”

I sit up so I’m in front of her and take a breath as I look her over. If only I hadn’t spent the last decade suppressing every fantasy I had about her, I’d know how to make the most of this unbelievably hot opportunity.

I pull her dress down, baring her tits. No bra. The best. I cup the rounds of flesh in my palms, unable to resist, then push her onto her back. She catches my eye, surprised to find me being anything but gentle; girls usually are. But her surprise is gone in a blink, and she stretches her hands over her head and closes her eyes. I love how ready she is to give herself over to me. I straddle her waist and lean down to kiss her ears and suck at the delicate skin on her neck.

How the fuck am I going to play by her rules of taking it slow without losing my mind? My cock is painfully stiff.Hedoesn’t give a damn this is my best friend and there are thirteen years of emotions wrapped up in what we’re doing. But I was dared to do whatever I want with the girl of my dreams, and I’m not fucking blowing that opportunity by trying to remain the perfect gentleman. I’m going to get what I want.

“Truth or dare, Ruby,” I murmur into the curve of her neck.

“Don’t tell me your turn’s over.”

“Truth or dare.”

Her throat contracts as she swallows. “Truth.”

Even better.“Did you ever think about me when you touched yourself?”

Her eyes flare open. But her shock quickly melts into something warm. She bites her lip and nods. “Yes.”

“What was it like?”

“Which one?” she asks cheekily.

Fuck, that’s hot. “Tell me your favorite.” Her cheeks are flushed, and I can tell she’s wavering about going down this road. I lower my head to kiss her breasts. “Tell me,” I insist intothe soft skin between her tits. “I want to know what turns you on.”

She inhales deeply. “Remember that girl you took to the Shafer Football Formal freshman year?”

I grunt in response, not wanting to bring another girl into this room. Freshman year I fucked around a little too much with girls. I roll my tongue around her nipples and move down to her stomach.

“You fucked her against the wall at the football house that night.”

Heat rips through my groin at the coarse way the wordfuckedrolls off her lips.

“I saw you,” she adds in a low voice.

I need to be inside her body. I yank the bottom of her dress up past her hips. The sight of her pussy through sheer pink lace fucks with my senses and I stare, heat building like fire up my neck and down my groin. “I asked about you and me, Ruby,” I say roughly, kissing the soft mound of her flesh through the fabric. Then I see it, half hidden by neatly trimmed hair: a tiny tattoo. I tug the panties aside to look closer—it’s fireworks in red, blue, and black ink.

Her hand finds the back of my head. “It was you and me in my mind. That night and a hundred after.”

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