Page 73 of Wicked Dares
“Yes.” He sets his glass down and sits forward.
“What are you thinking now?”
“You’re not ready for that.”
A rush of heat courses through me, and suddenly, I’ve never been more eager to know something. “Try me.”
“It might be best if I show you.”
Raw desire sears through me as I take in the lust in his eyes.
Holding my gaze, he rises and walks over to me. I don’t take my eyes off him, either, and I don’t listen to the part of my brain sending off warning bells.
He sits beside me, close enough that the heat of him wraps around me. One hand slides along the back of the sofa behind me as he studies my face, his attention dropping briefly to my mouth.
Slowly—like he’s giving me every chance to stop this—he leans in.
I don’t move away. I stay exactly where I am, my pulse stumbling as his breath brushes mine and the space between us disappears.
He cups my jaw, his thumb brushing my cheek as though he can’t help touching me. Then his mouth meets mine, softly at first, almost cautious. The second I melt into him, he deepens the kiss and heat unfurls between us as if someone struck a match and tossed it in a vat of gasoline.
My head spins and my body awakens, responding to him as if I need him to take my next breath.
I press my hand against his chest, curling my fingers into the front of his shirt.
The taste of wine lingers between us, rich and warm, but it’s the sound he makes low in his throat when I kiss him back harder that sends my pulse spiraling completely out of control.
“Fuck, don’t you dare stop me,” he groans in between kisses.
“I won’t.”
He pulls me onto his lap and his hands roam down my body. And just like that, he manages to make me lose myself in his touch and the possession in his kiss.
His hand roams across my breasts and stomach and down to the hem of my dress.
He lifts it, pulling my dress up my thighs, then his fingers stroke my panties and glide over my clit. The press of his fingers makes me lose control, then the sweet sensation of pleasure grips me, leaving me breathless. I hook my arms around his neck, bringing our bodies closer.
His touch and his kiss become more possessive. His cock presses against my ass as he kisses down my neck, showing me just how badly he wants me.
Damn it. I want him, too.
I have all these warnings and reservations, but right now, they feel like nothing.
And Levi Vale knows exactly what to do to me to put me under his spell.
His lips travel down to my breast, and he pushes the top of my dress down my body. It has a built-in bra, so within seconds, my breasts are exposed and his hands and his lips are on them.
Sucking and squeezing, his thumbs rolling over my nipples. “Fuck, I missed these,” he groans, curling his tongue around my left nipple.
A streak of hot fire pulses right down to my core. His mouth closes over my right nipple as he pushes his finger right into my pussy.
Pleasure races through my body, up and down. He pumps and sucks harder, and my body soaks up all the sensations.
I come, right there on his fingers, a vicious orgasm tearing through me.
My head tips back in a moan, the release scorching my insides.
Levi pulls his finger out and licks it, lapping at my arousal coating it. Then he finds my lips again and he kisses me in that devouring way that pushes us further over the line.
