“Ready to play?” he asked after she settled onto the couch across from him. The way she’d arranged her legs beneath her created a tunnel up the middle. With the short skirt riding up toward her hips, that opening afforded him the tiniest hint of pink. Panties that she’d had her hand inside not so long ago. It’s wet in my panties…her exact words. He forced his eyes up, following the line of buttons he very much wanted to rip off with his teeth so he could see the treasures contained in her polka-dot bra. By the time he got to her face, her cheeks were pretty pink.

     Either she read minds or he’d left his mask at home.

     She picked up the vinyl bag with the tiles and shook it. “Should we pull tiles to see who goes first?”

     “Not necessary. I’m a firm believer in ladies first, for everything.” He wouldn’t have thought the color of her skin could go much deeper pink, but it did. Delicate fingers toyed with the buttons near her tits, the glossy dark-purple tips against the white taunting him, whether she intended it or not. “Nice nails.”

     “They’re sort of extreme, I know. I’m not really a makeup kind of girl, but I love loud nail polish.”

     “It suits you—the nail polish is sexy. As for makeup, you don’t need it.”

     “You’re quite the flatterer.”

     If she only knew how wrong she was. He’d been less than kind on more occasions than he’d like to count. “No, I’m just getting warmed up for our game. All truth from here out, Calli.”

     She blinked rapidly while fiddling with the tiles on her rack. “I’ve never heard of Truth or Dare Scrabble. How do you play?”

     Time for some quick thinking to back up his suggestion. Rules that’d help him get to know her…and get past those damn buttons. “Same as regular Scrabble, but after we each make a play, the person with the lower scoring word has to answer a truth or dare.”

     “Dictionary or no?”

     “If you need one, sure.”

     She laughed, full out. More than the little giggle that’d escaped while they were in her store earlier. That had been cute. The low, mildly husky quality of her voice carried into this laugh, and it was anything but cute—it was make-your-cock-ache sexy.

     “I don’t need a book to beat you.” Something that looked suspiciously like smugness slid across her face. “You aren’t one of those sore-loser types, are you?”

     Whether they ended up naked or not, this was going to be fun.