Chapter 233
**Sara**
The game continued, each of us trying to outmaneuver the other. Tom laid down 'QUIXOTIC' across two triple word scores, costing me my other sock. I managed 'JEZEBEL' for his remaining sock.
"This is taking forever," I complained, staring at my terrible letters. "Who needs this many vowels?"
"Sounds like someone's worried about losing." He traced a finger along the board's edge. "Getting cold feet? Oh wait, you can't - they're already bare."
I kicked his shin under the table. "Just go."
He placed down 'WHISKEY.' "There we go. Shirt time."
"That's a terrible score!"
"Still counts." He wiggled his eyebrows. "Rules are rules."
Grumbling, I pulled my t-shirt over my head. His darkening eyes made me feel less annoyed about losing the round.
"Your turn," he said, voice rougher than before.
I bit my lip, pretending to study my tiles while watching him fidget. Finally, I laid down 'STROKE.'
"That's... that's not even a good word." But he was already unbuttoning his shirt.
"Still counts." I mimicked his earlier tone. "Rules are rules."
The game got more intense after that. Each of us took longer turns, drawing out the suspense. Tom's jeans came off after I managed 'SQUEEZE,' and my jeans followed when he played 'TOUCH.'
"This is the worst game of Scrabble ever," I said, sitting in my matching black set. "I can't concentrate."
"Really?" His hand brushed my knee. "I hadn't noticed."
I swatted him away. "Focus on your letters, cheater."
He spelled out 'TEASE,' earning him a glare and my bra. The cool air made me shiver - or maybe the heat in his gaze.
"Still think this is the worst game?" He asked, his voice low.
I answered by playing 'DESIRE,' watching as he stood to remove his boxers.
I licked my lips as Tom stood, taking his time with the waistband. The fire crackled behind him, casting his body in flickering shadows.
"You're stalling," I said, trying to steady my voice.
"Just savoring my last piece of dignity." He hooked his thumbs in the elastic. "Unlike someone who keeps playing dirty words."
"Dirty? 'Desire' is perfectly innocent. It could mean I desire world peace."
"Right. And 'stroke' was about swimming technique?"
"Obviously." I crossed my legs, feeling warmth pool between them. "Are you going to follow the rules or forfeit?"
"So impatient." But he slid the boxers down, kicking them aside. "Happy now?"
My eyes roamed over him, drinking in every inch. "Getting there."
"Your turn." He sat back down, completely at ease in his nakedness. Show-off.
I stared at my tiles, but the letters kept swimming together. Especially with him sitting there, all distracting. "I can't think when you're like that."
"Like what?" He stretched, muscles rippling. "I'm just playing Scrabble."
"You're being deliberately..." I waved my hand at his general everything.
"Deliberately what?" His foot brushed against my calf. "Use your words, Sara. That's kind of the point of the game."
I laid down my tiles. "WANTON."
"Now, who's being deliberate?" But his eyes darkened as I stood, hooking my thumbs in my panties.
"Just following the rules." I shimmied them down slowly, enjoying the way his breath caught. "Your move."
He glanced at the board, then back at me. Back to the board. At me again.
"Screw it." He swept the tiles aside, sending them scattering across the floor. "I forfeit."
I squealed as he pulled me into his lap, his mouth finding mine in a hungry kiss. "What about finishing the game?"
"Later." His hands slid up my thighs. "I've got a better scoring system in mind."
"That was terrible." But I was already grinding against him, all thoughts of Scrabble forgotten. "Like, really terrible."
His laugh vibrated against my lips before he kissed me, deep and demanding. His hands roamed over my back, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us. I could feel the heat of him everywhere, our bodies moving in a rhythm as old as time.
His lips trailed from my mouth to my jawline, down to my neck, making me shiver with each kiss. He paused to press his forehead against mine, our breaths mingling in the small space between us.
"You're terrible," I murmured, unable to keep the smile out of my voice.
"You're not complaining," he whispered before capturing my lips again.
The kiss turned deeper, more urgent. One of his hands slid up to cup my breast, thumb brushing over the sensitive peak. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure straight through me, making me gasp into his mouth.
"You planned this all along," I accused between kisses, arching into his touch.
"I planned nothing," he replied, squeezing gently. "I'm just improvising."
"Well, you're good at it," I admitted grudgingly.
He chuckled again, and then we were lost in another searing kiss. His other hand moved to my other breast, kneading and teasing me until I was a writhing mess in his lap.
"Tom," I moaned against his lips. "You're driving me crazy."
"Good." He kissed a path down my throat. "That's the idea."
His lips returned to mine, and I melted into the kiss, losing myself in the heat of his mouth. It wasn't a hurried kiss; it was slow and languorous like he had all the time in the world to explore every inch of my lips. His hands found my breasts, cupping them with a tenderness that made me arch against him.
"Tom," I managed to whisper between kisses, "you're... oh God..."
"Mm?" He didn't break the kiss, his tongue dancing with mine as his thumbs brushed over my nipples. Each stroke sent sparks shooting through my body, making me gasp and moan into his mouth.
I could feel his smile against my lips, the smug bastard. But I couldn't bring myself to care. Not when he was making me feel like this.
His hands squeezed gently, rolling my nipples between his fingers. I shuddered, gripping his shoulders for support. The sensations were overwhelming, each touch sending waves of pleasure crashing through me.
"You're really good at this," I breathed out when he finally let me come up for air.
"Just following your lead," he murmured before capturing my lips again. This time, the kiss was deeper, more intense. His hands continued their maddening exploration of my breasts, squeezing and kneading in ways that made me see stars.
I couldn't help but rock against him, seeking friction. The heat was building to a fever pitch, every touch and kiss stoking the fire higher.
Tom's hands never stopped moving, one sliding down to cup my ass and pull me tighter against him while the other continued its delicious torment of my breast. His tongue teased mine, coaxing and demanding all at once.
It was intoxicating. All I could do was hold on and ride the wave of pleasure he was creating with each kiss and touch.
He pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against mine. "Sara," he whispered, voice rough with desire.
"Yeah?" My own voice was breathless, barely more than a whisper.
"I think..." He pressed another kiss to my lips, quick and almost playful, before pulling back just enough to look into my eyes. "I think we should finish what we started."
"You mean Scrabble?"
"No." He grinned wickedly. "I mean this."
And then he kissed me again, deep and slow, like he had all the time in the world to savor every moment.
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