Page 43 of Dare to Surrender (NY Dares 1)
I smiled, feeling the sensation everywhere. “We’re perfect. Thanks for telling me everything.”
“Nobody else gets all of me. Only you.” He brushed my hair off of my cheek. “I only expect one thing in exchange.”
I raised my eyebrows. “What would that be?”
“All of you.”
I shivered, knowing I’d given that to one man before. Or thought I had.
Gabe’s hand slipped behind my neck, cupping me in a possessive grip. “Kitten?”
“You have me,” I whispered.
He rose and kicked off his shoes and tossed his shirt onto a nearby chair. My eyes settled on his gorgeous bare chest, the dark sprinkling of hair that tapered into the waistband of his shorts, and the tented material bearing witness to his arousal.
That I understood. After our talk, knowing I had him in my life, a relationship that, though undefined, meant the world to me, I was also aroused. Memories of having him deep inside me caused my sex to clench and moisture to dampen my bathing suit. I squirmed in the chair.
He glanced my way and winked.
Before I could ask why, he scooped me up. With a squeal, I latched my arms around his neck. “Where are you going?” I asked, though, over my shoulder, I saw him edge
closer to the beach and the gorgeous blue water lapping over the perfect sand.
“I need to cool off.” He strode through the water, a man on a mission, only stopping when we were submerged. Warmth surrounded me, not just the water but the heat of Gabe’s body.
Our bodies connected, my legs wrapping around his waist, my hot core rubbing against his hard length. “You’re not helping me cool down,” he said, sounding more playful than I’d ever heard from him before.
I actually thought Gabe was letting down walls, and I wanted to see more. I also wanted to play. “Maybe I want you hot.” I leaned in and nipped at his earlobe.
A shudder racked his big body, and instinctively, I began rocking against him, pleasure consuming me.
He groaned and pulled the string on my bikini top, releasing the tie, and the suit fell to my waist. The warm sun hit my bare breasts, as strong as Gabe’s always-intense gaze. He dipped his head and swirled his tongue around my breast and over my nipple, pulling on the tight bud with his tongue.
I arched my back, pushing myself closer, giving him more of me, and he took, lapping at my breast, nibbling and grazing my taut nipple with his teeth until I thought I’d come from those exquisite sensations alone.
As usual, he gave, but this time I wanted to return the favor, to make him feel as much as I did. He’d been solitary and alone for so long, and I wanted somehow to make him understand that he wouldn’t be that way anymore. But he was intent on his task and held me to him in a way that didn’t give me room to take over.
Suddenly he released my nipple with a pop. “You’re not focused,” he said in that dark, displeased voice that never failed to make me wetter and more aroused than I already was.
“I’m focused on figuring out how to make you feel as good as you’re making me.”
Instead of being pleased, he scowled. “Then I’m not doing enough to keep that busy mind of yours occupied.”
“But—”
Without a word, he lifted me over his shoulder and carried me from the water. My bare breasts rubbed against his back, and despite my humiliation at his hold, I moaned at the erotic feeling.
Now I was more embarrassed than anything else. Damned frustrating man. “Gabe! Put me down!”
“Gladly.” He deposited me back on the chair while releasing the last tie keeping my bikini top in place.
Suddenly my breasts were bare. Before I could cover myself, he grabbed both arms and tied them together with my bathing suit top, then raised them over my head. “Don’t. Move.”
His gaze came to my breasts, thrust forward by virtue of their position, and his eyes darkened with lust.
I swallowed hard. “Why?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Because you weren’t getting the pleasure I intended for you to receive. You weren’t paying attention. Now you have no choice.”
