Page 61 of Snow, Ice, and Spice
He shrugs. “That’s cool. I snore like a freight train.”
I clench my jaw, still irritated but also…intrigued. Like this ridiculous game of one-upmanship is thrilling me. Or maybe it’s the fact that we’re half-naked and lying a foot away from each other in bed.
“I’m a kicker when I hit the deep part of my sleep cycle,” I say. “Better watch out. I could do some damage to your precious athlete body.”
His half-smile turns full, like he’s up for this challenge. “I’m a bed hog. There’s a one hundred percent chance I’m gonna starfish on this bed and you’ll go flying.”
I bite my tongue to keep from laughing. We’re almost nose-to-nose now. We’ve inched our faces closer and closer with each admission.
My heart is racing. My skin is white hot. And I’m wet. Like, soaking wet. I guess I can’t be too surprised given that my body already knows just how wet Theo can get me. Even as we play this ridiculous and sexy game I’ve made up on the fly, it’s getting me insanely hot.
I take a second to swallow and work up the nerve to say what I’m about to say. I know for sure it’s going to kill Theo.
“I can’t get a proper night’s sleep without having an orgasm first. Preferably with a toy.” I’m looking him dead in the eye when I say it. I clock the exact moment my words register in his brain: his pupils dilate, turning into two inky black pools of lust.
His grin drops. He looks like he’s had the wind knocked out of him.
I turn away for a split second and grab the closest vibrator I can find. I bite my lip when I see it’s a massive glittery purple one.
With my gaze glued to Theo’s, I hold my breath, waiting to see what his response will be. Will he retreat? Or will he call my bluff?
A hard swallow moves down his neck, which is fiery red. He looks like he’s about to pass out.
Seconds pass as I wait for him to make his next move. And that’s when I realize, I don’t actually want him to leave. I want this naughty, messed-up game to play out fully.
My clit pulses. Faintly at first, but as the seconds pass, it throbs harder and harder.
I want to see just how far the two of us are willing to push this.
“Do it,” he rasps.
I let out a shaky breath as I push the comforter off of me once more. My gaze stays glued to his as I flip on the vibrator and press it to my aching clit.
My mouth falls open as I inhale sharply. All that playful teasing and buildup in the last few minutes has proven to be effective foreplay because I’m on the verge of coming already.
But I don’t want to. No, no, no. I want this game to keep going.
I pull the vibrator away, close my eyes, and lean my head back against the pillows.
“Maya…” Theo sounds like he’s being choked and he’s enjoying it.
“Yeah?” I say through a breath.
“You know I’m not leaving this bed, right? A fucking herd of bison could stampede in here right now and I’d stay fucking put for just the chance of seeing you fuck yourself with that vibrator.”
His growled words send me to a new dimension, one where my clit is pulsing, aching, on the verge of orgasm, and I’m not even touching myself.
Licking my lips, I smile to myself and twist to look at him. “I figured you’d probably stick around. You seemed to enjoy watching me come the first time.”
He blinks and his eyes take on that familiar sheen of arousal. He reaches his hand over to my face and gently brushes away a lock of my hair. “I thought you were trying to get rid of me,” he says.
“I changed my mind.” I return the vibrator to my clit. My eyes roll back and my breath starts to pick up. My clit aches and pulses, begging for release, but I pull away again.
“You edge yourself when you use a vibrator?” Theo asks, his hot breath dusting across the shell of my ear and my cheek.
Eyes closed, I nod my head. “Yes.”
I feel the warmth of his hand as he gently grips my hip. “Did you edge yourself that night? When I heard you use your vibrator at the house?” I still for a split second, open my eyes, and look at him.
