“Answer.”
I rolled my head from side to side. “Fine. Redheads.”
“Silk or rope?”
My cock stirred, and her cheeks flushed. “Rope.”
“Hard or soft?”
“Hard.”
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. “Gentle or rough?”
“What are you doing, Sienna?”
“We’re playing a game.”
“Well, I’m done playing.” I got up and wanted to gather the plates when she reached out, placing her hand on top of mine.
“Your turn,” she said, her eyes meeting mine. “Ask me.”
The feel of her hand on mine made my insides stir to life, her touch burning my skin. The way she stared at me, her green eyes practically begging me to play along. To ask her questions which she was burning to give me answers of. Did this woman not know that she didn’t have to play games to fuck with my head? Just looking at her, being close to her was enough to have my self-control wither to dust.
I eased back in my seat, not taking my eyes off her. “Light or dark?”
“Dark.”
“Warm or cold?”
“Warm.”
I sat back, rubbing my fingers along my jaw. The air around us was fucking palpable, electricity crackling like wildfire. “Fire or ice?”
“Fire.”
“Love or lust?”
She swallowed, and my gaze dropped to her delicate throat, my lips burning to brush against her skin.
“Love or lust, Sienna?”
“That’s a hard question.”
“No, it’s not. It’s quite simple. Love…or lust?”
“Why does it feel like there’s a right and wrong answer?”
I sat up, placing my elbows on the table. “You wanted to play this game, so play. Love or lust?”
“Fine.” She huffed, pursing her lips before finally answering, “Lust.”
“Liar.”
“I’m not lying.”
Silence settled even though the energy between us was too fucking loud to ignore. We stared at each other, and I had to fight the urge to launch over the damn table, grab her and fuck her right here on the goddamn patio.
“Fine,” I conceded. “I’ll pretend that I believe you.”