Player's Princess (A Royal Sports Romance)(52)

"When was that?"

Jason pulls me closer, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck to press me in so he breathes and whispers against my ear.

"Our freshman year. You were wearing one of those goofy dresses. You had Fenstermacher's geography course. Remember how he would go on about—"

"Arid and semiarid lands," I finish the sentence for him. "A very dry subject."

He smiles. "Yeah. You always sat in front. I sat in the back with the bad kids. You were more interesting than the lectures."

Jason runs his hand over my hair.

"I never saw you until the game, when Dee talked me into going. She says you are a player."

"I do play football."

"She means a player of women. A loose man."

"Do you think I am?"

"You have played very well with me. I am wrapped around your smallest finger. It makes me wonder." I grin.

"Are you working up to the 'how many girls' question?"

"Perhaps I am. Perhaps I am wondering if you will assume that is what I mean."

"You say perhaps a lot."

I giggle.

"Do you want the truth?"

"Yes."

"Hmmm," he says, rubbing my back. "Then we need to play Truth or Dare, don't we?"

"Truth or Dare?"

"It's a game. We take turns. You decide, a question or a dare. A challenge. If you don't answer, you have to take the challenge."

"Are you going to challenge me to take my clothes off?"

He laughs and hugs me against him. "No. It's more fun if I challenge you to take them off one piece at a time."

"I agree to this game. For now."

"You have to go first. Truth or dare?"

"Dare," I purr.

Jason smirks. "I dare you to go upstairs with me."

I slowly disentangle myself from him and step away, then saunter up the stairs.

When he gets to the top, he takes me by the hips and pushes me toward his bedroom, but I push back just a bit, my hands on his shoulders, as though we are about to dance.

"You said upstairs. You must take your turn now."

He gives me an annoyed look, but a smile pulls at his lips.

"Oh, I see how it is. Fine. Dare."

"I dare you to take off your shirt."

He laughs loudly. "Oh really. Done."

He whips it over his head in one smooth motion.

I suck in a breath. Just the act of removing a t-shirt is astonishing and sends quivering heat flickering through my body. I stop myself from licking my lips, or from touching him, though my hands almost reach his chest before I snatch them back. He's broad, powerfully built, and has muscles so hard and tight that I can see a V-shape above the waistband of his jeans.

The urge to pull them down is irresistible.

"Your turn."

"Dare."

"Bedroom."

I scamper ahead of him into his room, and he pushes the door shut, tosses his shirt on the bed, and surges toward me, taking me by the arms to push me onto the bed.

I wriggle loose and slip around him, out of his grasp. He turns around, exasperated.

"You said bedroom. You never said—"

"You like to tease, don't you?"

"Yes. That is my truth. Now it is your turn."

He snorts and bites his lip. "Fine. Truth."

"How many girls have you slept with?"

"Three."

"Tell me about them."

"I answered you. Time for your dare, Princess."

"I choose truth."

"How many guys have you been with?"

I frown a little.

"You can pick the dare."

As much as I want to see what he will demand I do, I shrug. "None. I am a virgin."

He blinks. "What, really?"

"Yes. That's two questions—"

"I'm glad you told me."

I blink. "Why?"

He touches my arms, and I stare at his inhumanly beautiful body.

"I don't want to hurt you when we make love."

"Who says I'll let you?"

He smirks. "You were begging for it the other night. I can tell you want me now. You're all red, Princess, and your hands are shaking. I think if you're not paying attention, you'll start groping me."

I grope him anyway and pay full attention.

"Dare me," he says.

"I dare you to take off your jeans."

"I'll give you my shoes and socks for free."

He takes them all off. When he pushes his jeans down, he mercifully leaves his shorts up. If he pulled them down too, I would lose control. I watch him bend and stand up, his long legs flexing with powerful muscles. His shorts barely hold on, the waistband just above the base of his cock.

"Truth or dare."

"I got you in here, but you have me at a disadvantage. Lose the shirt."

I slip out of his hoodie, then slowly pull my shirt over my head. Jason's eyes focus on me intently, and his already-half-hard cock stiffens fully in his boxers as he sees my bare body, even though I still have a bra on.

"If you keep daring me, I'm going to be naked."