Dare (4 page)

Dare knew she was a bit nervous, but the underlying sexual tension was electric. There was still a calm atmosphere as minutes ticked by. He was happy with that but wished he’d taken the initiative before now and asked her out. He really enjoyed her company.

“Yes, dangerous. Twice now, I’ve nearly poked my eye out with those things.”

He held up his own chopsticks, having mastered the craft years ago. He eyeballed the unintimidating weapon and then scrutinized her, brows raised. She looked serious. He had to hold in a laugh. “Perhaps you’re not feeling them.”

She frowned. “Feeling them? They’re in my hand, Dare, how can I not be feel them?”

Pleased she now used his nickname—it had never sounded so sweet—he shook his head. “No I mean,
feel
them. Hold them gentle, yet firm. Let your fingers slide against them like a caress.”

He lifted his hand higher, slid his fingers gently, and moved the chopsticks with grace and ease.

Dare watched her gaze darken as it followed his movements, and her cheeks flushed. He never thought showing a woman how to use chopsticks would be arousing, but desire was clear in her gaze.

She couldn’t have any idea just how hot she looked when turned on. His cock thickened. His pants grew uncomfortable and tightened over his burgeoning erection.

Shifting on the couch, he set the box of chow mein and his sticks on the coffee table, and leaned toward her.

“Olivia,” he whispered.

She stared into his eyes. The deep green of hers deepened, and her breath quickened. “Yes?”

He took the box of chicken fried rice from her hand, set it on the table, his gaze never leaving hers. He cupped her cheek, drew her closer to him, their lips an inch apart. “Do you know how many times, how long, I’ve wanted to kiss you?”

“Hmm,” came her incoherent reply. Dare didn’t need further encouragement.

Lowering his head quickly, his lips rubbed hers, left and right, sweet caresses that kicked his blood pressure into high.

He had never tasted anything sweeter. Her mouth held a hint of mint from the tea she’d made earlier.  He would always associate the flavor with her. And he wanted more of it.

His tongue traced the seam of her lips. He nudged her backward until she lay against the couch. He shifted closer and lounged next to her.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, and she tugged him closer still as her tongue swept his mouth.

Dare groaned. Sexually aggressive women were a turn on, always had been, but with her the excitement went up a notch. Her hesitancy mixed with aggressiveness was more than pleasing. This woman could turn a man inside out. Her touch and taste were addictive and sweet.

If Dare wasn’t careful he’d fall for her, and hard.

Right now, he didn’t much care.

Olivia’s body shifted next to his. Her front aligned with his, breasts pressed against him, her right leg falling over his.

He slid his hand down her back and squeezed her ass, drawing her into him. Her ass cheek filled his hand. The tightness of her jeans rough against his palm, but he could feel the fullness of her. He was thankful she wasn’t bone-skinny like a lot of women these days. He liked that she had an amazing, voluptuous, sexy body. Made for him to stroke.

Both hands held him close, clenched his hair and drove him crazy. It was difficult to contain his breathing. He felt energized. Her need and desire propelling his own. Their bodies fed off each other as they pulled one another closer.

His lips moved over her cheek and down her neck. He nipped her earlobe with his teeth, eliciting a moan from her. He licked the skin below her ear. Olivia’s hips bucked, and pressed into his hardness.

Dare smiled. He’d found a soft spot, and bit the area with his teeth. Her head fell back, her chest pressed into him, and a raspy moan escaped her.

He moved back and soaked in the sight of the woman in his arms.

Neck exposed and her breathing labored, she was a vision. He saw her nipples peaked beneath her t-shirt. Her hands repeatedly clenched on his scalp, and he knew their first time together would be hot, erotic and quick.

They were both primed and ready. He couldn’t wait to get her in beneath him.

“Let’s take this into another room, shall we?”

Olivia’s head rolled to the side—her gaze full of fire—and shivered. With her small nod and sweet smile, he sat up and placed one arm around her back and the other under her knees.

He stood, picked her up with ease and turned.

“Dare,” she chided, voice hoarse. “I can walk.”

He rubbed his lips against hers. “Why walk when you don’t have to? Besides, I want to keep you in my arms.”

Her eyes lit up with delight. She’d never looked more beautiful. His mouth took hers again, tongue plundering. His body tightened. He needed and wanted her more than any other woman he’d known.

He dragged himself back, and asked, “Which way?” He started down the hall, turned right at the door she pointed to.

He crossed the threshold, his gut clenching as he surveyed the room.

The more he came to know her, the more he discovered that under the ‘hands off’ attitude she was a firecracker.

A small lamp lit the room added a sensual feast for the eyes and created carnal thoughts. Deep burgundy and gold filled the area. If he wasn’t mistaken, the cherry wood sleigh-bed was made up with silk sheets. A sheer golden canopy surrounded the bed.

A dark colored carpet—he would guess rust-colored—was thick and plush. His sock feet appreciated the cushion beneath. Gold and orange candles covered every empty space on her dresser and vanity table.

His gaze shifted, he noticed the dark curtains. They were thick and heavy enough to shut out daylight.

It was a secret haven made for lovemaking.

His gaze locked on the woman in his arms, and grinned. He could really fall for her. He wanted to learn the many facets to her. However, he had to be patient. He wanted to take his time, uncover it all, bit by delicious bit.

He carried her to the bed, laid her on the mattress, and covered her body with his, elbows on each side of her.

Her dark hair spread out on the burgundy comforter like a satiny wave. He was right: the bed had silk sheets, soft to the touch and smelling of cinnamon. He wanted to close his eyes and breathe it all in. The scent was sexier than he’d ever thought possible. Another aroma he would always connect it with Olivia. She was surprise with a capital
S
. And he loved surprises.

“This room suits you.”

She smiled and stared up at him. “You think so?”

“Oh, yeah.” His voice hoarse, his fingers slid into her hair, spread it out more. “Beautiful, sexy, powerful. A man might never leave it.”

She giggled. “Some days I don’t want to leave it either. I’ve always loved these colors. They’re so deep and sensual. I feel…”

She looked away.

He tipped her chin back to him. “You feel what?”

“It’s silly, really. Just kiss me.” She lifted her head toward his lips.

“I’ll kiss you, Livvy, anywhere you want, but tell me first.”

A shudder rolled through her body at his words.

He lowered his head, lips just shy of hers, breathing heavy. He wanted to taste her again, needed to, but held back.

“Tell me,” he whispered.

“I feel sexy, really like a woman, when I’m in this room.” Her body moved against his, igniting him further.

His hand stilled in her hair. The other slid over her cheek. His fingers caressed her lips and glided down her neck. Soft, flushed, her skin heated beneath his fingers.

“You’re more woman than you know. The epitome of a woman, I’m coming to realize.” His eyes burned down into her dark green ones, his lips hovered over hers, and the words came easy. “I always thought you were stunning but tonight you’ve shown me you’re so much more. There’s a deep, sexual woman—a controlled woman—that I want to get to know better. I need to know you.”

She whispered his name before closing the inch of space between their mouths. Olivia claimed his forcefully, hands clasping his shoulders and shifting his body over hers completely.

Dare thought he might be too heavy lying over her, but the way her fingers dug into his back and her lips devoured him, she gave no signs of distress.

His palms skimmed down her sides, familiarizing themselves with her upper body. Lifting a fraction, he shifted his hands, and covered both breasts. He squeezed the supple flesh and moaned. His cock grew hard and firm against her thigh.

Olivia shifted and parted her legs to bring him into the center of her heat. His shaft twitched, pleased with its new location. Dare rotated his hips. Her mouth heaved away from his on a gasp, as his cock hit her heat.

Her eyes scalded his when they opened. No other woman had ever scorched him with such unadulterated passion before. She effortlessly stoked the inferno that raged inside him.

Their mouths met hers again, their breathing rapid as his fingers found the waistband of her jeans. He tugged the t-shirt free and found the warm skin beneath.

He moved back and pushed the t-shirt higher. Olivia lifted her arms, helped him push it over her head. It fell onto the bed beside him. He took in the white, lace bra she wore. Her breasts were high and firm, and more than a handful. He’d always been an ass and leg man, but could definitely become obsessed with these delightful treats in front of him.

Winking at her, he unbuttoned her jeans, lowered his head and kissed her cleavage. Her skin tasted like salty sweetness. Her stomach muscles quivered under his fingers as he lowered the zipper.

He lifted his head as he moved back, and sat at her feet. Head thrown back, lace-clad breasts heaving, she was like a goddess waiting to be devoured. He was glad he was the one feasting on that body.

He grabbed the waistband of her jeans and dragged them and her underwear down over her hips and legs.

Olivia’s head came up, eyes spearing his as he undressed her and dropped her clothes behind him.  She widened her legs, and opened herself to his gaze.

Her legs bent at the knee, long and tanned, beckoning him. He loved the feel of a woman’s long legs clasped around his back, enticing him deeper.  Olivia’s wet folds drew his gaze, the eye of her clit already swollen and eager.

Anxious, he crossed his arms and shed his shirt. He heard her breath catch—hopefully she liked what she saw—and undid the button and zipper of his jeans. His hardness pushed up, as if breathing a sigh of relief for being free. Dare slid off the bed, reached into his pocket and hauled four condoms free.

He’d left the box in his truck, thinking those should be enough for the evening ahead. Now, seeing her exposed to his gaze, a siren on fire, he wished he’d brought the whole thing in. He wasn’t even sure just one box would be enough. He planned to take her as many times as she’d let him. He pushed his pants down his legs, withdrew his feet and dropped the condoms on the bed.

Olivia reached forward and clasped his cock.

He groaned, his cock nearly purple, and growing larger in her hand. He was so tight and hard. He shoved her hand away from him, pushed her back onto the bed, his cock rubbing against her clit.

“You set me on fire, Dare. I need you.”

“Livvy.” Her name fell from his lips like a caress.

*

Olivia couldn’t remember ever feeling so seductive or unleashed. This man did things to her, made her feel things she never had before. What started out as an innocent evening had become more than she ever thought imaginable.

The dare had frightened her a bit at first. She seldom made the first move with a guy, but seeing Dare across the bar, knowing what kind of man he was, gave her the courage to approach him.

She was thrilled she hadn’t gone with her original plan to just watched movies or talk. He’d unleashed a sensual side of her that she hadn’t been sure existed.

She wanted to explore this newfound freedom more. With him.

He was everything a woman could want. His body amazing—muscled and sculpted to perfection—cock high and thick. His gaze branded her from the inside out.

Feeling alive for the first time in…she couldn’t recall. She’d meant what she’d said about feeling like a real woman in her bedroom. But with Dare, she felt like a tigress going after her prey.

His mouth on hers, she breathed him in, the hint of the beer still on his tongue. His masculine scent was outdoorsy with the hit of chamomile.

She could get used to having his scent on her sheets and all over her body. Very easily.

Drawn from her thoughts, she focused on his lips and hands wandering over her. He had strong hands, sure and soft, with calloused palms that held her captive. Her body tingled wherever he touched.

Dare’s mouth moved down her neck, nibbling, biting. She rolled her hips, and his cock rubbed against her clit. She turned her head and drew in a much-needed breath.

His hands were relentless and intoxicating as they moved over her. He pinched her nipples, rolled them between his fingers until they were hard peaks.  Her body quivered. His touch and mouth created goosebumps all over her skin.