Page 18 of Wicked Dares
I’m helpless in his hold, helpless to his dominance and the intense pleasure coursing through my veins.
He tunnels into me hard and sure, and that does it. Iscream.
My desperate shriek echoes through the air, then another orgasm sweeps through me.
I’m glad I have something to hold on to. A deep grunt rumbles in his chest and his cock throbs inside me. The sensation arouses me all over again.
He keeps going and going, filling the air with the loud erotic sound of us. I’m spent, but still, I take what he’s giving me, savoring the feel of him inside me.
I feel alive for the first time in years and, like an addict, I want more.
More of him. More of this feeling. More of the version of myself that exists around him.
His ferocious pace intensifies, building faster and harder until his cock stills inside me and the warmth of his cum floods my body.
We share the high of the last wave of pleasure, then his grip loosens.
My breath becomes ragged, like I’ve just run across the country, and sweat runs down my back. I can feel his sweat, too, and hear his heavy breathing.
I grip the edge of the tub, waiting for my mind to return to Earth. It never does.
My handsome stranger pulls out of me but holds me tightly against his chest. His heart beats against my back, just as fast and erratic as mine.
He moves to my ear. “Come home with me,” he whispers, his voice rough.
Home?
Christ. He was serious about me being in his bed, then. But home… as in nothereanymore.
Can I do that?
It’s one thing to have sex with a man I just met, but to go to his home, where I’ll be completely at his mercy?
The invitation hangs between us heavier than all the dirty things we’ve already done together.
I look up at him, my cheek brushing against the scruff of his beard. I search for something in his eyes that would, what? Assure me?
It might be a little too late for that. I try anyway, but all I find lurking in the darkness of his expression is that resilience, a gentle reminder that this is a man who won’t take no for an answer.
“I…” My voice trails off. I still don’t know what to say.
“I dare you to say yes, Butterfly.” A sexy grin that could melt the panties off a nun glides across his lips, and I’m a goner. “Come home with me.”
Adventure.That’s what he is to me. A taste of something I can’t say no to. And maybe that’s exactly what makes him dangerous. But… perfect.
“Yes,” I mutter, my body taking over.
He smiles back at me and lifts me out of the hot tub.
This feels right. There’s no way it should.
But it does. And I’m going home with him.
* * *
I stir, waking slowly to warm sunlight and the scent of the sea.
For a moment, the smell throws me.
