Shaking myself, I matched her playful tone to cover my thoughts. “Sunshine, I don’t want to get into your panties, I want to get you out of them.”
“Hmm … what did you have in mind?”
I loved that every time I suggested a new game, she eagerly rose to the challenge. Like that competitive spirit was just as much a part of her DNA as it was mine. It was sexy as hell.
“How about, if I win, you have to slip off your underwear and hand them to me before dessert.” “Dessert, huh? Am I on the menu?” she teased.
Heart racing, I leant forward, letting my hips graze hers. “Only if you want to be.”
Mischief flared in her expression, and she stroked a finger down my chest, curling it around the waistband of my jeans. Hiding my reaction wasn’t an option. My erection pressed against her as she tugged me forward, and I groaned at the sparkle in her dark eyes. “Tell you what, Hot Stuff. If you win, I’ll slip off my underwear and hand them over before dessert. But. If I win, you’ve got to do the same.”
When the weather cooperates, you can find her on her deck sipping coffee and writing her next book. Amelia believes that everyone has a little frog in ‘em, and a little royalty too. She enjoys writing light, hopeful romance about everyday people with the banter and teasing that make life fun. When the real world gets to be too much, she moves on to the sci-fi world she created for a little paranormal relief.