"Let’s play twenty questions," she announced suddenly. "You start."

Even her quick change of tactic couldn’t take his mind away from what her tactics were doing to him. "You go ahead."

"Okay," she said, continuing to torment him with the straw. "Innie or outie?"

Huh? What was she talking...oh, belly buttons. Got it. "Innie."

"Your turn," she said with a grin.

His sluggish mind refused to cooperate. "Uh..." He struggled for something. Anything. "Merlot or Chardonnay?"

This earned him another one of her eye rolls. Why did she do that so much when she talked to him? "Neither. Heifeweizen." She paused for a short bit of torment with the straw as she thought about her question. "Half full or half empty."

"Half empty." In... Out... The tortuously slow movement, the way her tongue and teeth worked it--he swallowed a groan.  And the next question popped out before he could stop it. "Business or pleasure?"

"Pleasure." She leaned forward, again with a gleam in her eyes. "Boxers or tidy whities?"

With the turn of subject, his brain kick started. It was his turn to give the devilish grin. "Neither."

She chuckled deep in her throat, nibbling again on the end of the straw. "Now there’s a visual to keep me entertained."

They’d crossed the line into new territory, and he was ready to play. In more ways than one. "Silk thong or cotton bikini?"

"Thong. Silk. Red." In the straw went. Out it came. "Lights on or lights off?"

"Lights on." Now he leaned forward. "Top or bottom."

Holding him mesmerized, she took the end of the straw that had been in her mouth and gently stroked it across his bottom lip. "Top. But bottom isn’t bad."

She brought the straw back to her own mouth, repeating the motion across her own glistening bottom lip. "Hard and fast or slow and easy."

"Slow and easy. Moaner...or screamer?"

Her seductive laugh made him think of cool satin sheets on heated bare skin. By now, their mouths hung so close, he’d barely have to move for a taste of her. "What do you think?"

God, he wanted her. Wanted to find out the answer to his question up close and personal. And his whole body ached for him to do it. Lean forward. Kiss her. Scoop her out of the chair and onto the table...slip the red, silk thong down her long legs... "Definitely screamer."

"Maybe you’ll just have to find out some day," she whispered.

Fortunately...or not...the waiter picked that opportune time to bring their pizza snapping him out of his fantasy. He thought eating would give him time to recover, but it didn’t. Annie made almost everything look sexy--especially when it involved her mouth. So, eating took a backseat to watching her tackle long strings of cheese and licking her fingers.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked after finishing her third piece of pizza.

He wouldn’t admit the truth, not when he shouldn’t be thinking that way. "How most women would love to be able to eat that much pizza and still have a body like yours."

"I was blessed with a good metabolism."

And a whole lot of other things.