Page 25 of Little Paper Games
“That could end up super one sided. What if we pull out four of your items in a row?” she argued.
“Does it really matter? It’s all sex?” I shot back; my eyebrow arched up suggestively.
“Um, you have anal on your list. It abso-fucking-lutely matters,” she chuckled, throwing me a look.
“Well, then we use two jars. One for your list, one for mine,” I added, walking back to the kitchen to retrieve another mason jar.
“That would work. Then we just take turns on which jar we pick from,” she agreed. I almost would venture to say that she was excited. She sat up, leaning towards him with a smile on her face.
“And of course, we would have ladies go first,” I said with a smile.
“That means you would go first, Lincoln. You are the only lady here,” she teased, sticking her tongue out at me.
“Truer words have never been spoken,” I deadpanned. “You are no lady, Clarke.”
She threw a pillow at me, and we both laughed.
“Okay, so what about other logistics,” she asked, her face setting into a more serious expression.
“Like what?” I asked, looking at her, confused.
“Men. Seriously?” she asked, shaking her head at me. “Protection? Making sure we don’t catch feelings?
Afterwards?” She ticked each item off on her fingers as she spoke.
“Fair enough. Protection: condoms. Always. Catching feelings: not possible. We loathe each other. Afterwards: We go to our respective homes and go to bed. If we want something different, we agree to talk about it,” I spoke after a few moments. I needed to make sure how I felt about it all.
“Sounds good to me. What about how often?” she added.
“Every day?” I added very quickly.Too quickly, so of course she laughed.
“We will get through the game in like two weeks. Plus, let’s not get crazy here. How about once a week?” she suggested. I wasn’t sure I could keep it to once a week when we started, but I would try.
“And we can discuss and be open when we do want more,” I pressed.
“And we will never press the other to do things they don’t want to do,” she chided playfully. I didn’t hate her as much when she was being playful instead of a giant bitch.
“So today is Saturday. Do we start tonight?” I suggested. I tried hard to keep my excitement down to a minimum, but honestly, this was exactly what I needed. There was such an intense animosity between us. If we could channel all that negative energy into sex, it would be downright explosive. If I were being completely honest, the idea of teaching prissy little McKenna Clarke how to be a sex goddess sounded even better. It was heady. It was powerful.
“That sounds like a plan,” she agreed, holding out her hand to shake on it.
“I think a kiss would be a better way to seal this particular deal, don’t you?” I countered, letting my voice drop down in pitch.
“I thought you said we already knew about our chemistry,” she sassed, but I didn’t miss the way her voice dropped in tone as well.
“I did say that,” I agreed, standing from the chair, and making my way to the couch.
“So, what’s the point of kissing now?” she asked a little breathlessly.
“When is kissing not the point?” I countered. My knee pressed against the couch near her hip as I leaned over her.
She pressed back against the throw pillows; her eyes locked on mine.
“You never know,” she barely whispered. Her breath smelled sweet; like mint and something just a little fruity.
“Shut up, Kenna,” I murmured as my lips found hers. The kiss last night had been electric. I’d felt powerful andsensual and needy as her gasps had filled my ears like sweet music. This kiss was different. Last nigh t, I had wanted to make her knees weak. This morning Iwanted to go slower. I wanted to explore her kiss. Plus, the more kissing wedid, the less speaking and annoying she did.
My lips pecked slowly at her lips. Small kisses that had her lips opening in want of more. It was almost involuntary, the way she opened for my tongue like that. But I wasn’t ready to give her that just yet.
