Dan didn’t say a word to Sarah when they arrived home later that night and climbed to the third floor to their respective bedrooms. As soon as they reached the top of the stairs, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his room. Closing the door behind her, he maneuvered her against it, pressed his body against hers and kissed her.
Sarah met him with equal passion, snaking her hands around his neck and pulling him down to meet her as she stood up on tip-toes to reach him. He gripped her hips and pulled her in tight. He couldn’t get close enough to her. He wanted more.
But he wouldn’t rush things.
After a few minutes, he pulled away, hard and aching to be inside her right now, but wanting to spin this out—wanting to play with her before things got serious. He took a deck of cards out of his pocket.
“Did you steal those?” Sarah asked.
“I liberated them,” he corrected her. “I’ll liberate them back into Mason’s pocket when we’re done. He can take them back to the Cruzes next week.”
“You want to play cards?” Her tone told him she wanted something else—something far more intimate. He wanted that too.
“Like you said, we don’t have a pool table.”
Interest flashed in her eyes. “Strip poker? That’s kind of trite, isn’t it?”
“What do you want to play? Strip Go Fish?”
She chuckled. “Strip Go Fish might be awesome. But what about my massage?”
“Baby, no matter what, you’ll get your massage tonight. I promise.”
She bit her lip and turned away.
He led her to the bed and sat down. “How about this. We’ll play Go Fish with a twist. If you ask for a card and have to go fish, you take off a piece of clothing. If you ask for a card and get the one you need to make a pair, you get to tell the other person where they have to kiss you.”
Sarah smiled. “Okay.”
As she sat down on the bed and tucked her legs beneath her, a hot twist of desire tightened in Dan’s gut. There was only one way this game could end and he knew Sarah anticipated that ending as much as he did. She wanted a massage? Well, she’d get one, after he’d made love to her until she was exhausted.
Was there anything better than playing games with a consensual partner? A beautiful, intelligent, competent partner? He’d worried a little that all Sarah’s working out would leave her as rock hard as the men he served with, but from the little of her he’d been able to explore, he’d found her an enticing mix of strength and softness. Sure, her arms and legs and stomach were taut, each muscle defined by hours of training, but her breasts were lush and her ass—he stifled a groan. Her ass was perfect for his hands to cup and squeeze.
He was growing hard already and they hadn’t even begun to play. Did Sarah know what she did to him? He looked up and caught her looking back. Yeah, she did.
He dealt the cards. Sarah led off by asking for an eight. He grinned and told her to go fish. She undid the tie that held her dress and peeled it off. The swell of her breasts straining forward as she removed it made him anticipate the moment when he’d get to kiss her there. She wore a far prettier bra and panty set than he’d thought a hardened soldier like her would choose.
“Very nice.”
“Yeah, yeah. Move it along, SEALman.”
He asked for a Jack. Sarah bit her lip and reluctantly handed it over. Dan realized he was wearing far too many clothes for her to kiss him anywhere interesting, so he pointed to his neck under his ear. “Kiss me here.”
She crawled over to him on hands and knees, her breasts dangling enticingly in their lacey cups, and kissed him softly but thoroughly where he’d asked. He was growing harder by the minute, and when she sat back down, it was all he could do not to toss away the cards and jump her.
“Do you have a three?” she asked.
“Go fish.”
She removed her earrings this time. “You’ve got way more clothes on than I do. I have to hold out as long as I can.”
But after the next few rounds Dan only wore his boxer briefs, his socks and his watch. Sarah asked for a seven, got it, laid down her pair and cupped her breasts, still encased in her lovely bra. “Kiss me here.”
Dan did so gladly, moving to crouch by the side of the bed where she sat. He lingered over the soft mounds, brushing his mouth over one, down into the space between them and up over the other. He peeled back the cups of her bra and dropped kisses onto her nipples, too, teasing them into hard peaks. Sarah’s breathing became unsteady and he knew why. He wanted her as much as she wanted him.
He asked for a queen next, didn’t get it and tugged off his boxer briefs gratefully. When she asked for a three again and he still didn’t have it, he knew she was as eager as he was to get on with things. She slid her panties off, and he had a hard time tearing his gaze from the trimmed thatch of hair that covered her there. He couldn’t wait to explore every inch of her.
“Do you have a two?”
She handed it over, her eyes gleaming. Could he ask for what he really wanted?
He decided he could.
He encircled his hardness with one hand. “Right here, baby.”