Page 59 of Before We Came

I pause for a second or two as I replay the sound of her muffled, raspy moans and rub the back of my neck. “Truth or dare?”

She doesn’t speak; I can almost see the wheels in her head turning as she pictures the scene I painted for her.

“Truth or dare, Little Bird...”

“Truth.”

She squeezes her thighs together, and I pretend not to notice.

“Are you wet right now?” As soon as the question leaves my lips, I regret it. My lizard brain is hijacking all rational thoughts. We’re not playing a game anymore; this has turned into foreplay. I need to stop taking so many liberties and pushing her buttons. This has to be her choice to want something with me—beyond sex. All I’m doing is reinforcing the physical attraction, but I want her to imagine us becoming something deeper.

She stands up, and I think she’s about to head to her bedroom. I’ve offended her.Shit.Just when I’m about to open my mouth and apologize, she hooks her thumbs into her leggings and wiggles them down her thighs. She could have taken off her sweater and still would have had a t-shirt on. She wants to strip for me.

“Dammit, Bridg,” I mutter, crossing my arms behind my head to keep from fisting my dick.

I’m so hard it hurts. She sits back down on the floor. I’m speechless. I want to pull her on top of me and take her right here. But I don’t want this to be something we give in to because we both feel it in the moment. Then she takes it one step further and bends her knee to the side, not-so-subtly exposing the damp strip of cotton between her legs.

She didn’t strip to avoid the question. She stripped to answer it. The tent in these basketball shorts closer resembles the Leaning Tower of Pisa than it does anything you could find at REI. I smirk at her brazen move. As much as we need to downshift this game, I’m so proud of her bravery.

“Show and tell was always my favorite,” I mutter, and she lets out a soft laugh.

“Truth or dare?” she asks, but all I hear isCheckmate.

I’ve got a million dares for her but I resist because she’s not just some girl, she’s Bridget.

“Truth.”

“When you answered ‘not yet’ earlier. What did you mean by that?”

This is exactly why I won’t sleep with her tonight. She wants to know if there’s more to us than just sexual tension, and this is my chance to prove it. She’s asking if I plan on pursuing something with her or just looking to warm my bed for a night. Now it’s my turn to crawl to her. When we’re close enough to touch, I sit up on my knees, towering over her.

“I meant that you are the only woman I intend on seeing.”

I stroke her neck with my thumb and her pulse ticks faster and faster.

“Look at you, spreading your pretty legs for me, showing off your wet, barely covered cunt.”

I meet her gaze and anchor my hand to her knee. Then slowly push it over to drop it to the side, butterflying her leg for me, showing off that birthmark again. Her breath catches. Acknowledging the trust she’s handing over, I continue staring at her face before I let my gaze fall and take her in. I want to see her needy like this for me every goddamn day.

I glide my hand from her knee to her inner thigh and pause before leaning down to kiss her birthmark. I sit up again and continue the path of my touch until I reach the highest point and rub my thumb back and forth along the edge of the lace on her underwear. Her muscles clench and twitch as she releases the sexiest gasp. She’s beautiful like this. Everything shifts into place when I look into her dark, stormy eyes. With every bit of willpower I can muster, I focus my brain and pull my hand back.

“When you’re ready to let me in here”—I place my hand over her pounding heart—“Then we can keep going. As much as I want to do this, I don’t want you to think that I’m willing to only settle for this.” I draw my thumb over her clit and massage her just long enough to make her eyes flutter closed. I’m hypnotized by the pleasure on her face. I pull my hand back, aware that it was over the line. I’m an asshole, but her pleading eyes are my ultimate weakness. I want to give it to her as bad as she’s asking me for it.

“What? Lonan, no. You can’t do that!”

She looks...not happy. That’s fair. She’s pissed at me now, but I’ll make it up to her.

“Well, have fun listening through the fucking walls tonight, knowing it should have been you.”

Oof. She’s not wrong. We go back to our respective bedrooms, and I exhale a breath. She caught me off guard. What wasthat? Where did her boldness come from? I’m reliving the yearning, submissive look in her eyes when I hear it—it’s quiet—but there’s no mistaking that subtle buzzing noise. I pull out my hard cock and pump in time to her sweet moans and cries.Such a good girl.

Evidence Item #163

Submitting Agent: Tim Rollins

Case Number: NF-2000-PR-0856478

Item #: 163

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