Page 14 of Wicked Dares
“She did, though, to be fair.”
“You could have said no.”
I could.
How do I explain I agreed because he felt like freedom? That’s too deep. Then he’d want to know more, and I can’t go there tonight.
“Maybe you got my attention, too.” An honest answer that says just enough.
“Good.” His voice lowers, making my pulse unsteady all over again. “Glad we’re on the same page… now let’s see how far that goes.”
Back to dares.
My nerves tingle. It’s his turn. The whole Q & A round was my dare. What is he going to dare me to do next?
“You look nervous, Butterfly.” His gaze tightens on me.
“No. Just… trying to figure out what you’re gonna dare me to do.”
He tilts his head, regarding me with that sharp stare again. “Let me put you out of your misery and give you a heads-up.” He leans closer, as if he’s going to whisper a secret into my ear.“What if I told you I had ulterior motives in getting you up here and all the dares I have planned are designed to lead me there?”
My throat clogs, thick with desire. “What are your motives?” God, I’m flying way too close to the sun. Every instinct in my body tells me this man could ruin my self-control without even trying, but damn it, I don’t want to turn back.
“I want to see what you look like in my bed with nothing but my sheets wrapped around you.” His eyes burn. “I want to see what pleasure looks like on your face when I fuck you.”
My stomach drops, and the flush crawling up my throat blooms over my collarbones, where I know he can see. The air between us thins, and a sweet, traitorous ache that has no business in my body pulses low in my core.
“Have I frightened you, Butterfly?”
My nipples tighten against the sound of his voice, and the erratic beat of my pulse throws me out, but desire wins. “No.”
His eyes darken. “Good, because that’s how we’ll end up. Do you want to see how we get there?”
God… this is it. The moment I felt was coming but silently pushed to the back of my mind.
Of course, I knew from the moment he told me he wanted me that I’d somehow end up here. As wild as I was years ago, I’ve never had a one-night stand. Never even thought about it. So…
The question is, what do I want?
Yesterday morning, when I got on that plane from San Francisco, I promised myself one thing—a life where I never say no to the things I want.
I want him, too, and we’re in a place where I don’t have to care about how good or bad he is for me. Tonight doesn’t have to mean anything beyond tonight. And maybe that’s what I need.
“Yes,” I say, my voice breathy.
He straightens. “It starts with me daring you to come over here and kiss me. Do you accept?”
He’s giving me a choice but already extending his hand for me to go to him. The confidence on his face is that of a man who knows I won’t say no. The worst part is… he’s right.
The look on his face becomes more potent when I shuffle toward him.
Mr. Wicked grins back at me, slips his arm around my waist, and guides me to sit on his lap.
The feel of his hand on my bare skin sends shivers of delight through me. My body reacts to him too easily, forgetting every lesson I spent the last few years learning, and I can’t help but wonder how I’ll feel when he touches me in other places.
“I need to hear you say the words, Butterfly.” He gazes up into my eyes, the look heated with dark desire. “Say yes.”
“Yes,” I rasp.
