Series: Fever Falls Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 96260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
“You’ll find that the room we have set aside for you is equally luxurious,” he assured me.
“Equally?” I was more than a little suspicious.
“Okay, maybe not equally, but fairly grand. But enough of my view. I’m more interested in seeing yours.”
He looked me up and down, leaving me very little room to guess what he wanted to see from me.
“Bossy host, aren’t you?” I teased, which made his grin expand.
“Do you like a bossy host?”
“Depends on what he’s bossy about.”
“Well, I’ve been patiently waiting to see those panties you have on. What color are they? Are they that fuchsia you were wearing the first time I saw them? Those looked perfect on you.”
I could almost hear that growl, like the first time he made the sound. It was as though he was fighting to keep it from escaping his lips. And by how aroused he seemed at the thought of that pair, I kind of wished those had been the ones I was now wearing.
As he moved toward me, an idea sprang to mind. “How about we make a little game of it?”
“A game?” His brows rose, suggesting he was intrigued by my idea.
“You know me pretty well after everything we’ve done, so I’m curious if you’ll be able to guess.”
“If I’m right?”
“Then I’ll strip down and show you.”
“And if I’m wrong, you won’t show me? I don’t like this game at all.”
“You’ll just get a peek, but that’s it.”
“But we take care of our emergency either way?” he asked, and I nodded.
“So basically, it’s a win-win for me?” Owen said with a wink before his expression turned serious again. “But you want to show me, right? I don’t want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with, even though I’d be lying if I pretended I didn’t want to see them.”
The way he studied my crotch, as though trying to visualize whatever was under there, made me feel like I was already standing naked before him. And given how much I liked him looking at me like that left no doubt in my mind whether or not I wanted to show him…and how badly I wanted him to guess right.
“I’m totally game for you to see them,” I said to keep him from worrying on that front. “It’s kind of nice having someone I can share them with.”
“I’m happy to be the one you share them with. So maybe you should give me a one-out-of-three chance.”
“Then I might as well just strip down and show you. Kind of ruins the game, doesn’t it?”
“Even if I lose, do you really think you’re not going to wind up in those panties, prancing around my room? Sounds like that’d be a real waste of a night to me.”
My cheeks hurt from grinning so goddamned hard. “Make a guess,” I challenged, almost wishing I’d never made up the game to begin with, because all I wanted was to take off my clothes and show these off to him. “Three guesses.”
As his smile shifted across his face, a thrill coursed through me as everything in me worked to psychically reveal the truth so that we could both skip to the fun we really wanted to enjoy.
He pushed his tongue against the inside of his cheek before inspecting me seriously, like he was playing the role of some sort of detective.
“Owen Hawthorne III: Panty Detective,” I joked.
“That’s Special Investigator Prince Owen Hawthorne III: Panty Detective to you, you naughty boy.”
Naughty boy?
“Careful, or we’re going to have to take care of this emergency before you even make a guess,” I warned.
His eyes narrowed, and he pursed his lips. “Yes, yes,” he said, tilting his head as he moved closer—close enough for me to feel the heat his body was giving off. He set his hand on the side of my leg, moving it down my thigh. I didn’t know what the hell he was doing, but I didn’t care, with the way it made heat rush across my flesh and my dick expand in the crotch of my pants.
“Considering the fuchsia pair, I guess I can assume you’re pretty daring with colors. You don’t play it too safe, so I think I can rule out anything that might be too tame. I doubt it’s a white or a black. Although I do like the idea of black, maybe with a little pink trim.”
He pulled a laugh right from me as he moved even closer.
My skin was practically on fire with the way he was getting me so worked up as his hand traveled around to my ass. He cupped it before another sound, similar to his growl, escaped his lips.
“Maybe red or pink.”
“You can just make the guesses.”
“I want to think very carefully before I say anything. After all, it’s the difference between a show and a peek. Plus, I feel like I’m guessing about more than just color here. I’m trying to figure out what’s going on inside the head of this cool guy I’ve only gotten to know the past few weeks. Trying to figure out this guy all of Parlaisa already thinks I’m with.” He took a moment, continuing to caress my ass. I couldn’t help but wonder if it was just an excuse to fondle me.