She felt her nether lips inch open. Heat pooled low in her belly and high in her loins, filling her with a restless ache. She drew a shuddery breath as her skin grew tight.
The combination of the soft light, the raspberry-scented candle, the masculine aroma of the virile male next to her, and the seductive music all played havoc on her senses. She became acutely aware of just how aroused she felt. Just how much she craved his touch. She opened her legs a bit wider.
He growled his approval.
She trembled with desire.
She took the coin from him and tossed it.
“Heads,” Jay said, his voice as coarse as dry leaves. She flipped it and, without looking at it, showed it to him. “I win, Laura.”
“So I guess that means I lose.” Losing. Winning. It really was a fine line.
“Touch yourself.”
“What?”
His nostrils flared. “I want you to touch yourself.”
She touched her fingers to her throat and began a light massage.
“Lower,” he said, his voice a gruff whisper.
Her hands wandered lower and lower until they grazed her cleavage. When her fingers brushed over her breasts, lust spread like wildfire through her body. Liquid moisture puddled between her open thighs.
Jay’s lambent gaze washed over her like an intimate embrace, making her forget their role-playing was for research purposes. A delicious warmth spread over her skin as she watched him carefully track her every movement. Her nipples hardened under his visual caress.
His attention drifted back to her face. “I want you to play with your breasts.” His voice was a thick, rusty murmur.
Her pulse leapt in her throat and she hesitated. She’d never pleasured herself in front of anyone before.
“Put your hands on your body, Laura,” he whispered. “And touch yourself.” It was a command, not a request.
Her hesitation melted when his rough voice began to coax her on. A whimper sounded in her throat as unbridled desire consumed her. She’d never been so brazen before, but Jay made her feel bold. Thrusting her chest forward, she slipped her hand inside her chemise and rolled her hard nub between her fingers.
Touching her breasts fueled her hunger. She no longer wanted it to be her own hands toying with her pebbled nipples. She wanted Jay’s hands palming her soft curves, exploring the pattern of her body, and extinguishing the fiery embers inside her that threatened to burn out of control.
She moistened her lips and tried to keep her breathing steady, tried to ignore the elevated thud of her pulse.
“My turn,” Jay said. He flipped the coin.
Laura was desperate to win this round. So she could make him touch her. So she could feel his lips on her mouth, on her breasts, between her legs.
“Heads,” she murmured as the tang of her arousal reached her nostrils.
Jay won the toss.
“Put your hand inside your panties.” The deep cadence of his voice reverberated through her blood.
Drunk with desire, she did as he commanded. She needed this, needed to stroke herself, to release the pressure building inside her slick heat before her body went up in a fiery ball of flames.
Her hands skimmed her curves until she felt the lacy band on her panties. She curled the thin elastic around her finger and tugged, exposing her damp curls. She moaned low in her throat and dipped her fingers inside. The sound of Jay’s harsh breathing mingled with hers. She grazed her inflamed clitoris, coaxing it out from its fleshy hood.
Forget the pursuit of science; now she was in the pursuit of an orgasm.
As she swirled her fingers through her liquid silk, she could feel the pressure building. She looked at him, her gaze pleading, begging him to help her quell the restlessness between her thighs. She ached for him in ways that left her breathless, dizzy.
His ragged voice interrupted her wanderings. “Your turn.” His breath came in a low rush. Moisture gathered on his forehead and Laura sensed he was struggling for control.
With her body beckoning his touch, she was barely able to comply. She eased her hand from her panties and reached for the coin.
“I call tails,” he said as he handed it to her. It slipped from her slick fingers.
“Shit, where did it go?” Jay asked.
“It went under the sofa.” Laura dropped to the floor in search of it. She crouched on her knees and bent forward. The position displayed her backside to her captive audience of one.
A growl crawled out of his throat. “Sweet Jesus, Laura. What are you doing to me?”
“It’s tails.” She began to wiggle out from under the sofa.
“I win,” Jay said. Her body quaked as his deep, sexy voice fell over her like a bed of thick fog.
Jay pressed his hand to her back. “Stay there, Laura. I want you to stay on your knees and wiggle.”
She did as he requested. When she wiggled back and forth, a jolt of fire ripped through her and she had to bite her lip to stop herself from crying out. Obviously Jay knew what he was doing. The movement stimulated her clitoris and drove her passions to new heights. If this was losing, she never wanted to win again.
As she moved her aching body against the floor, white-hot desire claimed her. She grew edgy, restless for his touch, for release. The coin slipped from her damp fingers once again and rolled out of her reach.
“Jay?”
“Yeah?”
“I lost the coin.”
He dropped to his knees. “We don’t need it.”
“We don’t?” Oh God, that must mean the potion had kicked in. She twisted around, trying to glimpse his penis.
“What are you doing, babe?” His deep masculine tenor seeped into her skin, filling her with longing.
She tried to keep her voice steady, but quickly discovered her efforts were futile. “I’m trying to see your penis. To see if the potion is working.”
“My what?” She could hear the amusement in his tone.
She felt a blush suffuse her cheeks and tried to will it away. “You heard me.”
“Now, what kind
