"I like how that sounds," I murmured, smiling against her lips. I was ready for a night of fun and games, but this was definitely a welcome turn of events.
With a smirk, Lydia said, "Good," before pulling me further into the room, my shirt discarded somewhere along the way.
It didn't take long for us to get into our own little game of strip poker, Lydia winning hand after hand. Each time, she took delight in stripping me further, her eyes dancing with mischief until I was left with nothing but my bra and pants.
"Well, looks like you lost," Lydia said with a wicked grin. Her hands drifted across my chest, her fingers brushing my nipples through the fabric.
I felt a surge of heat at the touch and shivered at the feeling of my nipples hardening under her palm. Lydia smiled against my neck, her breath hot and tantalizing on my skin.