"I tried my best." His fingers continued to trail up my thigh. "You like playing hard to get." He pressed his palm against my u
nderwear.
I couldn't help the moan that escaped from my lips. Oh my God, what am I doing? I stepped to the side, away from his hands. "No. No, I like playing poker." I picked up the deck of cards from the table.
"Forget about the favor for now. Do you like to gamble, Keira?"
"Not really."
I heard distant moaning. I turned toward Rory's bedroom. "Yes!" the girl shouted from inside.
My stomach churned. "What do you have in mind?" I asked, trying to ignore the girl's screams of pleasure.
"Well how about this. If you get me naked first, you can do whatever you want to me. And if I get you naked first, I can do whatever I want to you."
I gulped. "You're wearing more clothes than me."
"I have shorts and boxers, and you have a bra and a thong. Two versus two."
I sat down. "Deal."
Connor smiled and shuffled the cards. He passed out five cards to each of us. I picked mine up and tried to hide my smile. They were all hearts. And I was only one card away from a straight.
I looked up at Connor. "Are you going to exchange any of your cards?"
"I'll pass," he replied.
He must have a good hand. I looked back down at my hand. A flush probably wasn't going to cut it. I picked up the card that was out of order and placed it face down on the table. "Hit me."
"Oh, I'm planning on it."
What did he just say?
He gave me the card off the top of the deck. This time I couldn't suppress my smile. I already had a 3, 4, 5, and 6. And the card I just got was a 7 of hearts. "You first."
Connor smiled as he placed his hand down. "A straight."
I pretended to pout. "Oh, me too." I spread my cards on the table. "Except it's also a flush. Boom." I made an exploding noise and spread my fingers in the air.
"Did you just boom me?"
"You're just jealous of my awesome game. Take off your shorts, Connor."
"You have a good poker face." Connor stood up, unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts, and unceremoniously pushed them to the floor.
My eyes gravitated to the bulge beneath his boxers. Oh my God. He must be huge. Or is he already starting to get an erection? Is that the tip of his penis hanging out from the hem of his boxers? I looked down at my hands that were knotted in my lap.
"Do you like what you see?"
"Are you talking to me?"
"There's no one else here, Keira."
"Well, I wasn't looking at anything. I mean, you just took your pants off in my apartment and I barely know you. I didn't mean to look. Not that it's not worth looking at. I'm sure it's very nice." I could feel my face turning red.
"Nice, huh? You're not going to think it's nice when it's spreading your tight pussy wider than it's ever been."
Did he seriously just say that to me? I gulped. His dirty words seemed to have a direct line to my groin. I could feel my panties getting damp. I crossed my legs. I had only been with three men. And they had all been my boyfriends. Why was I so turned on by this sexy stranger? He was supposed to be helping me out with Rory, not trying to seduce me.