Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 105306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means I usually don’t wear anything to bed.”
“But…” He swallowed. “What if there’s a fire?”
What if there’s a fire? I laughed. “Guess we’ll see what happens if there’s ever a fire.”
Dallas disappeared into his closet, emerging a few minutes later with a child’s T-shirt.
He threw it at me. “This’ll do.”
I held it against my body; the small shirt would barely cover my thighs.
“Whose is this?”
“Mine.”
I inspected it more thoroughly. “Two Bro Lawn Care.” There is a number fourteen on the back.
“Played in a rec league back in middle school. The neighbor’s landscape company sponsored the team.”
“Ahh.” I smiled.
…and that’s the short version of how I ended up lying across his bed in this skimpy little T-shirt and my baby blue underwear, totally comfortable; after all, this shirt contains more fabric than a swimsuit does.
Dallas, thank God, changes into a bro tank and boxers, and I’m graced with my first look at his bare arms, tattoos and all.
Tattoos? Those are a pleasant surprise.
I try not to stare, but damn, his biceps are huge.
“So now what do we do? Do I sneak out the window later after everyone is asleep?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. It wouldn’t kill you to actually spend the night.” He shoots me a look. “I don’t snore.”
“That was pretty funny. Admit it.” Those girls looked semi-horrified when I announced that not only does Dallas Colter snore, but he wears a breathing machine to sleep.
Dallas stares at me from across the bed. “You tired?”
“No.” Not even a little.
“Me neither.”
Air crackling, I let out a puff of air. Roll off the bed and walk to his bookshelf, bending at the waist to peruse the board games. Glance over my shoulder at him.
“Should we play a game?”
He removes his eyes from my bare ass. “Play a game or watch a movie, take your pick.”
I study the games, finger trailing along the boxes. Cards Against Humanity, truth or dare, Scrabble, Monopoly—the usual suspects. Chess. Candy Land.
I pull truth or dare from the stack and hope for the best.
Toss it on the bed and rejoin him, grateful he has a king because there’s plenty of room to spread out so we’re not in each other’s space.
Dallas barely fits on the mattress, but I fit just fine.
Removing the top of the box, I go through the deck of truth or dare cards to make sure they’re all facing down, separate the truths from the dares, then set them in the center of the bed.
“Ladies first,” my host tells me, indicating that I should take a card. “You want a truth or a dare?”
“Let’s start easy.” I lift a truth card off the top of the deck. Read it out loud. “What are three of your biggest turn-ons?”
Wait.
What?
I reach my hand across the bedding and grab the box top: ROMANTIC TRUTH OR DARE TO SPICE UP YOUR RELATIONSHIP.
“I obviously didn’t see that part when I grabbed this game.” I laugh.
“I was wonderin’ why you picked it when we’ve barely hung out.”
“It was an accident. I swear I’m not trying to get you to get naked or anything.”
“Pretty sure there is no dare card for ‘get naked.’ Then again, I have never played it.” He clears his throat. “My pervy younger brother gave this to me as a joke last Christmas because at the time, they were all kind of datin’ people and I wasn’t. Duke also gave me a sock to jerk off into and a bottle of lube.”
My head tips back and I laugh.
“So?” Dallas grins. “What are three of your biggest turn-ons?”
Lord, I don’t even know, it’s been so long. “I don’t want you to think I’m stupid.”
My turn-ons have nothing to do with sex and everything to do with intimacy…
The look he gives me pins me to the mattress. “I will never judge you or think you’re stupid.” He glances down, picking at a loose yarn. “It’s not my turn, but if we’re bein’ truthful…I haven’t known you long, but there’s no one I respect more than you, Ryann Winters.”
Oh, shit.
My nipples get hard, damned if they don’t, and I swear my flesh is covered in goose bumps.
I nod. “Okay. Um, my turn-ons…I would say big hands. A deep voice. And someone who listens even when it’s not important.”
“You talkin’ about someone who knows what you like in your coffee even when you don’t tell them what you take in your coffee?”
You tawkin about…
What is it about that accent?
“Yes.” That’s exactly what I’m saying.
Why does it surprise me that he gets it?
Dallas nods. “Cool.”
“Your turn.”
He worries his bottom lip. “Guess I’ll start with a truth, too.” Large hand reaches for the stack, plucking the top card off and knocking down the rest of them. “Have you ever cheated on a partner?” He adds it to the bottom of the stack and fixes it. “No.”