Page 15 of Wicked Dares
“Good girl. Now come here.”
Mr. Wicked cups the back of my head with one large hand, guiding me to his lips. I lower my head toward him, wanting nothing more than to escape in him.
The moment our lips touch, everything in my mind dissolves and all that exists is the press of his mouth on mine and the taste of wine.
He holds me, keeping me exactly where he wants me, and I have never been so willingly trapped. He tastes of whisky and sin, and something darker, something I’ve never experienced.
The heat from his body surrounds me even through the water, pulling me deeper into the moment until I can’t remember why I was ever supposed to resist this. My hands find his chest of their own accord, and I feel his heart there, hammering as hard as mine. A small sound escapes me. His fingers tighten in my hair in answer.
Chapter Three
PIPER
Steam rises around us, and Mr. Wicked kisses me like he already knows me by heart. It ruins me a little—the thought that someone could know me in such a way when we’ve only known each other for maybe an hour.
And, God, he’s taking his time, just like he said he would with things he wanted.
Right now, that thing happens to be me and I’m glad it doesn’t feel like he’s rushing toward an ending. I want to savor every second of this.
His tongue drags over my lower lip, and I open for him without thinking. My breath shudders out against his mouth, and he catches it, kissing me deeper.
The control in the kiss almost wrecks me more than the hunger.
A rush of heat pools between my thighs, and I press them together against the sweet, sweet ache. I may go crazy just from that one thing.
His thumb strokes the edge of my waist, almost in response, like he knows what he’s doing to me. The half-growl he makesagainst my mouth makes me believe it, and a hungry shiver ripples through me. He licks my lips and dips his tongue deeper inside my mouth, groaning as though savoring the taste of me.
The vibration of the sound moves between us, humming through my body. I moan from the spike of pleasure. Any gentleness goes straight out the window after that. He yanks me closer, grabbing my ass and pulling me flush against the rock-hard muscles of his abs. And his cock. It presses into my stomach, giving me a prelude of what to expect. He’smassive.
My breasts crush to his chest, and my heartbeat rockets out of control. Sweet Jesus, where in the world did this guy learn how to kiss like this?
No one has ever kissed me like they already knew exactly how to undo me. I’m unraveling at the seams, spiraling deeper into his dare. He sucks on my bottom lip, then releases it with a deep groan and inches away to gaze at me. “You’re all mine tonight, Butterfly.”
The possessiveness in his voice sends another pulse of desire through me. Moving back to my lips, he kisses me like he wants to consume me. His hands roam down my shoulders anddown, down, downstraight to my thighs, where he caresses the cotton of the bikini bottoms.
“Spread your legs for me,” he whispers over my lips, the command slipping through me like silk and fire all at once.
I move my legs apart. As soon as I do, his fingers flick beneath the edge of the bikini bottoms and he swipes his thumb across my pussy, straight to where I’m slick for him.
I moan out loud, and even louder when he presses against the hard nub of my clit.
Holy shit.The pleasure is indescribable and so intense I want to scream.
“You like my fingers here.” One stroke, then another.
“Yes.”
“You’re so wet for me.” He strokes harder with more purpose, his gaze hungry. “More, Butterfly?”
“Yes,” I murmur, my eyes sliding shut. “More,please.” God, I’ve resorted to begging. And I have no shame about it. Not when he makes pleasure feel this consuming.
His touch is so good it’s almost painful. The building pressure in my core throbs, and I never want it to end.
He adds another finger and pumps harder, his hand splashing the water as he moves in and out of me. He moves faster, finger-fucking me. I arch into him, my body bending against the thrills shooting through me.
“Oh my… God,” I moan.
I arch deeper, and he lowers his head to my left breast, taking the nipple into his mouth through the fabric of my top. The pull of his mouth on my breast reaches all the way down to my groin, and the combination of his mouth and his fingers sends me over the edge.
