Stay(43)

“I don’t believe you.” He’s sitting up there on the couch, beautiful and kingly, square-jawed sexy, and he’s not telling me a thing I want to know.

I’m down here on a cushion with no underwear.

“Truth or Dare?” He reaches down and slides one long finger through my hair.

I’m not sure I’m ready for his dares.

With a sigh, I opt for truth.

More fingers thread in my hair tightening, forcing me to look in his eyes. They’re hot, possessive. “Who was your first?”

My stomach tightens. “No.”

I’ll never tell him that. I’ll never give him the satisfaction of knowing it was him.

He’s still holding me captive, with his words, with his eyes, with his hand in my hair. “Lose the robe. I’m going to fuck you.”

“I don’t want to have sex with you right now.” Reaching up, I push his hand out of my hair. I stand and cross the room, taking my glass. “I want you to answer my questions.”

“You know, you really suck at Truth or Dare.” He swings his legs off the couch and follows me. “I answered all of your questions. By contrast, you answered none of mine.”

“It’s because you’re not playing right.” I pour more wine, trying to kill the desire for him flooding through my veins. I hate him. “Why don’t you ask me something ridiculous like have I ever had sex on my period?”

“Because I already know the answer. It’s no.”

“How could you possibly—”

“I went to school with The Dick.” He grabs the bottle from my hand. “I had to listen to his big mouth going on about period blood more times than I would ever wish on my worst enemy.”

My jaw clenches, and I’m furious that he’s right. “I guess you two have that in common?”

He pauses in drinking his wine, studying my lips. “Nothing would stop me from having sex with you if I wanted.”

My nipples are tight, pressing against the thin silk covering them. My entire body burns for him. “Except me.” I say softly.

He takes a step closer, his smile possessive. Reaching up, he traces a hair off my cheek. “Except you want to.” His thumb moves down my upper lip, tugging on my lower one. “Who kissed you first? It’d better not have been some idiot.”

“I thought you considered everyone an idiot.”

“Not at all. You’re one of the smartest people I know.” His hand moves to my shoulder. “It’d better have been someone who deserved it.”

Why is he saying all these things to me? My shoulder rises. “It was Travis Wiggins. We got picked for seven minutes in heaven. I don’t know how smart he is, but he was a decent kisser.”

Stephen’s brow furrows. “Why don’t I remember him?

“He was a year behind me.” I think about the lanky kid who moved away before high school. “He was tall for his age.”

“I see.” Both of his hands are on the bar, caging me between his muscular arms. “What do you want to know about me? What can I tell you?”

The energy between us is so kinetic. I could slide my lips along his jawline and start a fire. “Who was your first?”

He doesn’t hesitate. “Renee McAdams.”

“Renee?” I’m not sure how I feel about his answer. “She was three years older than you.”

“I was tall for my grade.” He’s teasing me.

I press my lips together fighting a grin. “Ass.” I push against his arms, but he leans closer, tracing his lips up my cheek.

“Let’s fuck now.”

My chest squeezes, and the space between my thighs floods with heat. I’m slippery and tingly, my skin burning for his touch.

“I wasn’t finished…” My hands go to his waist, tracing the skin just beneath his shirt. “Did you enjoy it? Do you miss her?”

“I barely remember it.” He cups my cheeks, capturing my lips in a kiss, but I turn my face.

“Did you?”

Dropping his hands, he exhales heavily. “Emmy. I was fifteen. I got my dick in a girl, I don’t know if I liked it. It lasted sixty seconds.”

“Poor Renee.” Our eyes meet, and I can’t hold back. A laugh bursts through my lips.

He grabs me around the waist, causing me to squeal. “Poor Renee.”

It’s a growl that only makes me laugh more. “You’re such a cocky bastard. She probably thought you were going to be good at it.”

“If so, she was an idiot.” He drops me to my feet, caging me in his arms again. His face is close to mine. I kind of love it.

“Your favorite word for people.”

“If Renee thought I was any good at sex as a fifteen-year-old virgin, she was an idiot.” He looks at my lips in that scorching way. “Actually, now that I think about it, she wasn’t very smart.” He wraps a long strand of my hair around his finger. “Now quit stalling. Let’s fuck.”

He pushes his hips against mine, and I feel his erection through the thin boxer briefs. I reach down and slide my palm up and down his massive member. It feels good, and I feel wicked.

“Hmm…” My eyes travel to his shockingly white living room. “Where would you like to do this fucking?”