Second Chance Boyfriend (Drew + Fable 2)
Page 40It’s also been pretty f**king incredible.
“Let’s play strip true confessions,” she suggests as we enter my apartment. The chipper sound of her voice makes me burst out laughing.
“Strip true confessions?” I scratch my head as I shut and lock the door.
She turns to face me, her bright smile stealing my breath. “We confess, then we take off a piece of clothing.”
“Didn’t we already plan on taking off our clothes?”
“Of course, but this makes it much more interesting.” Grabbing my hand, Fable leads me back to my bedroom. She tugs me down with her so we both sit on the edge of the bed and she turns to face me, her expression solemn, those pretty green eyes beguiling. “Now, I’ll go first. We must confess something sexual that we’ve never done. Or something we’ve always wanted to do. And then we take off one piece of clothing when we’re finished. Are you game?”
I have no idea where she’s going with this but I’m curious to hear what she has to say. “I’m game.”
“Perfect. Okay.” She blows out a harsh breath and drops her gaze. “This is more nerve-racking than I thought.”
If she’s nervous, I’m in huge trouble. She’s much more open sexually than I am. Though the more time I spend with her, the more I’m coming around.
“It’s just me,” I remind her and when she glances up, I offer her a reassuring smile. “Like I’m going to judge you.”
“I know,” she says softly. “All right, I’m going for it. I’ve never been taken from behind before.”
I mock frown. “Taken?”
It sounds arousing as hell but I school my expression, going for serious. “I’m sure that could be arranged. Me taking you from behind, doggy-style.”
Her cheeks color a pretty shade of pink and she shrugs out of her zip-up sweatshirt, tossing it on the floor. She’s only wearing a white tank top with a black bra beneath it. Jesus, she’s hot. “I’m sure it could. Okay, your turn.”
“Uh…” There are a lot of things I could confess.
“Don’t be shy.” She smiles, all pure, sweet seduction. “Come on. Out with it. Pick an easy one.”
“I’ve never slept all night with a girl. Until you.” I yank my sweatshirt off and throw it on top of hers on the floor.
“Aw.” She leans in and gives me a quick kiss. “I love that I’m your first,” she murmurs against my lips before she moves away from me.
She’s a lot of firsts for me. It’s embarrassing to admit just how many.
“I’ve never had sex outside.” A wistful look crosses her face. “I think that would be incredibly romantic. Under the stars, a cool breeze over hot skin. Maybe on the beach, by the ocean…”
“Sand getting in our asses,” I add because I can’t help it, that’s my first thought when I hear sex on the beach.
Fable smacks me on the arm. “You’re such a guy. Way to kill the romantic mood.”
“You know it would happen.” I rub my arm, watching as she takes off one sock. “Only one?”
I’ll remember this. But then again, do I want to confess that much?
“I’ve never had phone sex.” I take off a sock just like she did.
“Me either.” She takes off her other sock and giggles. “This is silly.”
“It was your idea,” I point out.
“Yeah, yeah.” Fable nibbles her lower lip. “This one’s crazy. I’m afraid you’ll freak out when I say it.”
“No going back now. You have to tell me,” I urge. Hell, it’s supposed to be my turn but I’m letting her skip right on by me.
“Fine, you asked for it.” She takes a deep breath. “Lately I’ve been thinking about getting my ni**les pierced.”
I’m stunned. “Are you serious?”
She nods and bends her head, letting her hair fall in front of her face. “Is that crazy?”
Sort of. She’s full of surprises. I like it. Hell, I like her. A lot. “Don’t you think it’ll hurt?”
“Yeah, but I can deal with a little pain.” She keeps her head bent. “I’ve heard it feels good to have them tugged on during…you know.”
I get hard just thinking about it.
“Would you ever get your ni**les pierced?” she asks, lifting her head so her eyes meet mine.
“Uh, I doubt it,” I croak, then clear my throat.
“It’s just a thought. I doubt I’ll go through with it either.” She slowly lifts the hem of her tank and takes it off, revealing her slender stomach, her pretty black satin bra. I want to grab her and kiss her. Screw these true confessions. “Your turn,” she whispers.
Studying her cle**age, I start to sweat. “I’ve uh…never done the dirty-talk thing before.”
“Isn’t that the same theory as phone sex?” She frowns.
“Not really.”
“Hmm.” She taps her smirking lips with her index finger. “So you’re saying you’d like it if I leaned over and whispered in your ear that I want to suck your cock?”