Page 88 of Game Changer
I suck briefly on my bottom lip, and his eyes darken.“Okay.”I pluck a card from the box.“What is the rain’s name in ‘They Call the Wind Mariah’?”
“Whut?”
I smile.“It’s a song.”
“The rain’s name,” he repeats.
“Right.”
“Rain…Rachel.”
“Wrong.The rain’s name is Tess.”
“Did you know that?”he demands.
“Nope.”I beam at him.“Wasn’t my question though.”I gesture at him, and he takes off his other sandal.
I’m losing badly at the strip aspect of this game, although I do have more game pies than him.“I have to keep my panties on.”
“That’s what she said.”
I laugh.
“Why?”he challenges.“Can’t you think when you’re naked?”
“I can think, but it’s about…sex.”
“Is there a sex edition of Trivial Pursuit?”
“I have no idea.”
“There should be.You were a star that night at the bar in California for Carnal Knowledge.”
Well, I have to lose my panties for the game to continue far enough for him to get naked, and soon he’s sitting there in his boxer briefs, me naked, and I ask, “Who won the 1942 Nobel Peace Price?”
His forehead creases up and his eyes narrow.“Hmm.1942…I’d say…Albert Schweitzer.”
“Wrong.Nobody won it that year.”
“Huh?”
“It was during World War II.I think they didn’t give any peace prizes during the war.”
“Shit.”
I wave my hand for him to stand up and strip.
With a grin, he does so, although looking at him wearing nothing but boxer briefs is not a hardship.
I actually lick my lips at seeing him nearly naked now.He’s hard and it’s beautiful.His whole body is beautiful—all those sleek muscles now lying under tanned skin after our two trips.I’ve seen him naked and I’ve seen him in board shorts, so this isn’t a surprise, but it’s unexpectedly erotic, sitting in the living room in front of the fire, both of us unclothed.
“Are you sure we’re going to finish this game?”I ask, my voice husky.
“Forget the game.”He drops to his knees in front of me and hauls my ass forward.
18
Jax
