Page 101 of Wicked Dares
He steps closer, resting one hand against the wall above my head while rainwater drips from both of us onto the floor.
Our laughter fades into stillness, and for a moment, neither of us says anything.
We just stand there, staring at each other while the chaos continues outside.
“I’m not ready for it to be over, Butterfly,” he whispers, his eyes never leaving mine.
My heart pulls tight, dropping into a rhythm I don't recognize, and the weight of wanting settles deep in my stomach.
With his free hand, he gathers a lock of my hair and twirls it around his thumb.
Desire calls to me again, and I want to go wherever it takes me.
“Me neither,” I answer. It feels like the first right thing I’ve said.
He leans in, cupping the side of my jaw. Then his mouth is on mine and he’s kissing me like a man who's been holding back and is done waiting.
His lips part mine and his tongue sweeps into my mouth, doing something terrible to me. I press my hands to the hard muscle of his bare chest, and he moves closer, deepening the kiss.
He angles his head, and the taste of him—wine, salt, heat, need—hits me all at once. His hand slides into my hair, and he pulls me close enough that I’m flush against him.
But then, he pulls back, just by an inch, just enough so we’re eye to eye.
“If you don’t stop me now, I won’t be able to.” His voice sounds wrecked. “If I fuck you again, you’re mine.”
The warning should scare me. It doesn’t, so I don't say a word.
Instead, I stand on the tips of my toes and press my lips to his.
The simple kiss seems to throw him, but not for long. He reclaims control and kisses me harder, and I lose my mind.
His hands slide down my body, and he strokes over my nipples, caressing the tight peaks.
Instantly, I want more.
I want his mouth on my breasts and all over me. I want him to own me like he did the first night we met, and when he does, I don’t want him to stop.
I don’t care how dangerous that is for me. I want it.
I want him.
He tugs at my bikini top and all but rips it off me, then tosses it to the side.
As if he heard my silent pleas, he closes his mouth over my right nipple and sucks it in.
Pleasure shoots through me, making my head spin and my mouth go bone dry.
He takes as much of the sensitive flesh into his mouth as he can and sucks hard, curling his tongue around before moving to my other breast to give it the same attention.
I moan louder, not giving a damn how loud I am or about who may be listening.
Levi’s hands slide into the bikini bottoms, finding my clit. A low hum rumbles through his chest when he discovers how wet I am.
Every nerve ending lights up inside me as he pushes his fingers deep into me, going deeper and faster with every stroke.
His fingers pull free of my body, and he stops kissing me again. This time, he unravels the strings holding the bikini bottoms together. In one swift tug, he yanks them clean off me and sends them to the corner to join the top.
With that, he shoves his shorts down his hips and frees his cock. His massive, very erect cock that already has pre-cum beading at the tip.
