She frowned. “Feeling them? They’re in my hand, Dare, how can I not be feel them?”
Pleased she now used his nickname—it had never sounded so sweet—he shook his head. “No I mean, feel them. Hold them gentle, yet firm. Let your fingers slide against them like a caress.”
He lifted his hand higher, slid his fingers gently, and moved the chopsticks with grace and ease.
Dare watched her gaze darken as it followed his movements, and her cheeks flushed. He never thought showing a woman how to use chopsticks would be arousing, but desire was clear in her gaze.
She couldn’t have any idea just how hot she looked when turned on. His cock thickened. His pants grew uncomfortable and tightened over his burgeoning erection.
Shifting on the couch, he set the box of chow mein and his sticks on the coffee table, and leaned toward her.
“Olivia,” he whispered.
She stared into his eyes. The deep green of hers deepened, and her breath quickened. “Yes?”
He took the box of chicken fried rice from her hand, set it on the table, his gaze never leaving hers. He cupped her cheek, drew her closer to him, their lips an inch apart. “Do you know how many times, how long, I’ve wanted to kiss you?”
“Hmm,” came her incoherent reply. Dare didn’t need further encouragement.
Lowering his head quickly, his lips rubbed hers, left and right, sweet caresses that kicked his blood pressure into high.
He had never tasted anything sweeter. Her mouth held a hint of mint from the tea she’d made earlier. He would always associate the flavor with her. And he wanted more of it.
His tongue traced the seam of her lips. He nudged her backward until she lay against the couch. He shifted closer and lounged next to her.
Her fingers tangled in his hair, and she tugged him closer still as her tongue swept his mouth.
Dare groaned. Sexually aggressive women were a turn on, always had been, but with her the excitement went up a notch. Her hesitancy mixed with aggressiveness was more than pleasing. This woman could turn a man inside out. Her touch and taste were addictive and sweet.
If Dare wasn’t careful he’d fall for her, and hard.
Right now, he didn’t much care.
Olivia’s body shifted next to his. Her front aligned with his, breasts pressed against him, her right leg falling over his.
He slid his hand down her back and squeezed her ass, drawing her into him. Her ass cheek filled his hand. The tightness of her jeans rough against his palm, but he could feel the fullness of her. He was thankful she wasn’t bone-skinny like a lot of women these days. He liked that she had an amazing, voluptuous, sexy body. Made for him to stroke.
Both hands held him close, clenched his hair and drove him crazy. It was difficult to contain his breathing. He felt energized. Her need and desire propelling his own. Their bodies fed off each other as they pulled one another closer.
His lips moved over her cheek and down her neck. He nipped her earlobe with his teeth, eliciting a moan from her. He licked the skin below her ear. Olivia’s hips bucked, and pressed into his hardness.
Dare smiled. He’d found a soft spot, and bit the area with his teeth. Her head fell back, her chest pressed into him, and a raspy moan escaped her.
He moved back and soaked in the sight of the woman in his arms.
Neck exposed and her breathing labored, she was a vision. He saw her nipples peaked beneath her t-shirt. Her hands repeatedly clenched on his scalp, and he knew their first time together would be hot, erotic and quick.
They were both primed and ready. He couldn’t wait to get her in beneath him.
“Let’s take this into another room, shall we?”
Olivia’s head rolled to the side—her gaze full of fire—and shivered. With her small nod and sweet smile, he sat up and placed one arm around her back and the other under her knees.
He stood, picked her up with ease and turned.
“Dare,” she chided, voice hoarse. “I can walk.”
He rubbed his lips against hers. “Why walk when you don’t have to? Besides, I want to keep you in my arms.”
Her eyes lit up with delight. She’d never looked more beautiful. His mouth took hers again, tongue plundering. His body tightened. He needed and wanted her more than any other woman he’d known.
He dragged himself back, and asked, “Which way?” He started down the hall, turned right at the door she pointed to.
He crossed the threshold, his gut clenching as he surveyed the room.
The more he came to know her, the more he discovered that under the ‘hands off’ attitude she was a firecracker.
A small lamp lit the room added a sensual feast for the eyes and created carnal thoughts. Deep burgundy and gold filled the area. If he wasn’t mistaken, the cherry wood sleigh-bed was made up with silk sheets. A sheer golden canopy surrounded the bed.
A dark colored carpet—he would guess rust-colored—was thick and plush. His sock feet appreciated the cushion beneath. Gold and orange candles covered every empty space on her dresser and vanity table.
His gaze shifted, he noticed the dark curtains. They were thick and heavy enough to shut out daylight.
It was a secret haven made for lovemaking.
His gaze locked on the woman in his arms, and grinned. He could really fall for her. He wanted to learn the many facets to her. However, he had to be patient. He wanted to take his time, uncover it all, bit by delicious bit.
He carried her to the bed, laid her on the mattress, and covered her body with his, elbows on each side of her.
Her dark hair spread out on the burgundy comforter like a satiny wave. He was right: the bed had silk sheets, soft to the touch and smelling of cinnamon. He wanted to close his eyes and breathe it all in. The scent was sexier than he’d ever thought possible. Another aroma he would always connect it with Olivia. She was surprise with a capital S. And he loved surprises.
“This room suits you.”
She smiled and stared up at him. “You think so?”
“Oh, yeah.” His voice hoarse, his fingers slid into her hair, spread it out more. “Beautiful, sexy, powerful. A man might never leave it.”
She giggled. “Some days I don’t want to leave it either. I’ve always loved these colors. They’re so deep and sensual. I feel…”
She looked away.
He tipped her chin back to him. “You feel what?”
“It’s silly, really. Just kiss me.” She lifted her head toward his lips.
“I’ll kiss you, Livvy, anywhere you want, but tell me first.”
A shudder rolled through her body at his words.
He lowered his head, lips just shy of hers, breathing heavy. He wanted to taste her again, needed to, but held back.
“Tell me,” he whispered.
“I feel sexy, really like a woman, when I’m in this room.” Her body moved against his, igniting him further.
His hand stilled in her hair. The other slid over her cheek. His fingers caressed her lips and glided down her neck. Soft, flushed, her skin heated beneath his fingers.
“You’re more woman than you know. The epitome of a woman, I’m coming to realize.” His eyes burned down into her dark green ones, his lips hovered over hers, and the words came easy. “I always thought you were stunning but tonight you’ve shown me you’re so much more. There’s a deep, sexual woman—a controlled woman—that I want to get to know better. I need to know you.”
She whispered his name before closing the inch of space between their mouths. Olivia claimed his forcefully, hands clasping his shoulders and shifting his body over hers completely.
Dare thought he might be too heavy lying over her, but the way her fingers dug into his back and her lips devoured him, she gave no signs of distress.
His palms skimmed down her sides, familiarizing themselves with her upper body. Lifting a fraction, he shifted his hands, and covered both breasts. He squeezed the supple flesh and moaned. His cock grew hard and firm against
her thigh.
Olivia shifted and parted her legs to bring him into the center of her heat. His shaft twitched, pleased with its new location. Dare rotated his hips. Her mouth heaved away from his on a gasp, as his cock hit her heat.
Her eyes scalded his when they opened. No other woman had ever scorched him with such unadulterated passion before. She effortlessly stoked the inferno that raged inside him.
Their mouths met hers again, their breathing rapid as his fingers found the waistband of her jeans. He tugged the t-shirt free and found the warm skin beneath.
He moved back and pushed the t-shirt higher. Olivia lifted her arms, helped him push it over her head. It fell onto the bed beside him. He took in the white, lace bra she wore. Her breasts were high and firm, and more than a handful. He’d always been an ass and leg man, but could definitely become obsessed with these delightful treats in front of him.
Winking at her, he unbuttoned her jeans, lowered his head and kissed her cleavage. Her skin tasted like salty sweetness. Her stomach muscles quivered under his fingers as he lowered the zipper.
He lifted his head as he moved back, and sat at her feet. Head thrown back, lace-clad breasts heaving, she was like a goddess waiting to be devoured. He was glad he was the one feasting on that body.
He grabbed the waistband of her jeans and dragged them and her underwear down over her hips and legs.
Olivia’s head came up, eyes spearing his as he undressed her and dropped her clothes behind him. She widened her legs, and opened herself to his gaze.
Her legs bent at the knee, long and tanned, beckoning him. He loved the feel of a woman’s long legs clasped around his back, enticing him deeper. Olivia’s wet folds drew his gaze, the eye of her clit already swollen and eager.
Anxious, he crossed his arms and shed his shirt. He heard her breath catch—hopefully she liked what she saw—and undid the button and zipper of his jeans. His hardness pushed up, as if breathing a sigh of relief for being free. Dare slid off the bed, reached into his pocket and hauled four condoms free.
He’d left the box in his truck, thinking those should be enough for the evening ahead. Now, seeing her exposed to his gaze, a siren on fire, he wished he’d brought the whole thing in. He wasn’t even sure just one box would be enough. He planned to take her as many times as she’d let him. He pushed his pants down his legs, withdrew his feet and dropped the condoms on the bed.
Olivia reached forward and clasped his cock.
He groaned, his cock nearly purple, and growing larger in her hand. He was so tight and hard. He shoved her hand away from him, pushed her back onto the bed, his cock rubbing against her clit.
“You set me on fire, Dare. I need you.”
“Livvy.” Her name fell from his lips like a caress.
*
Olivia couldn’t remember ever feeling so seductive or unleashed. This man did things to her, made her feel things she never had before. What started out as an innocent evening had become more than she ever thought imaginable.
The dare had frightened her a bit at first. She seldom made the first move with a guy, but seeing Dare across the bar, knowing what kind of man he was, gave her the courage to approach him.
She was thrilled she hadn’t gone with her original plan to just watched movies or talk. He’d unleashed a sensual side of her that she hadn’t been sure existed.
She wanted to explore this newfound freedom more. With him.
He was everything a woman could want. His body amazing—muscled and sculpted to perfection—cock high and thick. His gaze branded her from the inside out.
Feeling alive for the first time in…she couldn’t recall. She’d meant what she’d said about feeling like a real woman in her bedroom. But with Dare, she felt like a tigress going after her prey.
His mouth on hers, she breathed him in, the hint of the beer still on his tongue. His masculine scent was outdoorsy with the hit of chamomile.
She could get used to having his scent on her sheets and all over her body. Very easily.
Drawn from her thoughts, she focused on his lips and hands wandering over her. He had strong hands, sure and soft, with calloused palms that held her captive. Her body tingled wherever he touched.
Dare’s mouth moved down her neck, nibbling, biting. She rolled her hips, and his cock rubbed against her clit. She turned her head and drew in a much-needed breath.
His hands were relentless and intoxicating as they moved over her. He pinched her nipples, rolled them between his fingers until they were hard peaks. Her body quivered. His touch and mouth created goosebumps all over her skin.
She had never been so worshipped or aroused. She heard her own gasps and groans, her body moving restlessly against the silk comforter. Arms wide, she lay helpless as his mouth moved over her breasts. Unhurried, he nibbled her nipples gently, while he explored her body.
Dare rained kisses over her stomach and hips, nibbled on her inner thighs. He was so close to her warmth, she felt the hotness of his breath as he passed from thigh to thigh. She spread her legs wider, wished he’d put his cock against her again. Her clit ached to be touched, her body primed for invasion.
“Dare, please…”
“Hmm, please what, Livvy?” he countered, his teeth on her thighs, licking after each nibble, closer and closer to her center.
“Oh God, please,” she begged, breathless.
Her head came up off the bed as his dark curls moved between her legs. Watching him sent a spiral of heat through her stomach to her pussy. Her juices flowed, her body on the edge of release.
She opened her mouth to beg for more, and a scream broke free instead. Dare’s tongue flicked her clit rapidly. Her head fell back, hips arched, pressing against him.
Dare’s finger slid inside her. Her pussy clenched and yanked it deeper. She shuddered, finding it difficult to breathe. How could a woman survive this man?
His finger moved in and out, as his tongue worked over her and created a frenzy of heat and moisture. Her body tightened as she teetered on the edge. She reached down, his hair tight in her fist. He moaned his approval.
“Dare, oh God.” His finger quickened its pace as her body bucked. She screamed his name.
Her entire being pulsed and shook. A euphoric release washed over her.
Dare’s groan reached her and she would have smiled if she wasn’t so damn tired.
Her ears rang as her body settled, and her eyelids lifted. She stared up at the cream canopy, uncertain if she’d ever move again. Even with Mr. Red and her past partners, she’d never felt the earth move quite like that.
Dare moved over her, his cock at her entrance.
He smiled down at her, her juices visible on his chin. Her heart skipped a beat and she was sure it turned inside her chest. He was patient, caring and sweet. All men should be like him.
Dare guided his cock over her clit. Olivia was surprised to feel the condom latex. She didn’t know when he’d had the chance to put one on, but wouldn’t question it. She trusted him.
Her body came to life again under his ministrations. His gaze burned hot as his cock slid against her. She wanted him inside.
Olivia hauled him closer, and her mouth clasped his. Her musky scent mixed with his own sweet taste. Their tongues tangled and caressed gently. Time stood still as they absorbed each other.
Her hips undulated against his, her clit connecting with the tip of his cock each time. They moaned in unison, their bodies glistened.
“Livvy.” He groaned, his lips moving down her neck. At a spot she hadn’t known was sensitive, he nibbled and licked.
Her hips bucked against his. “Now, Dare. Now, please.”
He gave her neck one last lick and pushed himself up on one hand. With the other, he gripped his cock, his gaze locked with hers.
Olivia held her breath as he seated himself inside her, slow and deep. She exhaled and ran her gaze over his features. His dark irises were black dots amidst the white of his eyes. His hair matted with sweat, cheeks
flushed—he was a remarkable sight.
She could watch him all night. As his body started to move, her eyes closed. She focused on the sensations of their linked bodies. Holding himself up on both arms, Dare thrust his cock, conquering her.
Olivia clasped his forearms; her body rose and fell to meet his on the down thrust. He filled her to capacity. She never knew she could be so full and still want more.
She wanted all of him.
Everything.
Olivia opened her eyes and met his. She licked her lips. “You feel so good.”
As his breathing increased, so did the movements of his hips. He pounded into her relentlessly, deep, strong, sure.
The precipice climbed toward her once again. She’d never had an orgasm with a man inside her. She tightened her muscles, kept him seated deep within her.
Dare groaned and she clenched again. “Jesus, Livvy, you feel amazing.”
Not one to disappoint, Olivia repeated the action, pleased when Dare moaned.
“You’re so tight, so wet. My cock’s never had it so good.”
He moved back, grabbed both her legs and placed them over his shoulders. The new position brought him deeper inside her. Her head thrashed from side to side.
It was glorious. This man, the emotions washing over her…Olivia would never forget it.
He thrust into her, deeper and more powerful. He called her name as his body rocked against her.
“Please,” Olivia gasped each breath she took. “Oh God, don’t stop, please.”
“Yes,” His body moved with hers, converged thrust for thrust. “Damn, baby, you’re so hot.”
The bed shook beneath them. The headboard hit the wall.
Dare pushed forward harder. Olivia opened her legs wider, taking him deeper. On the next thrust, she screamed, “Dare!” She bowed off the bed as her orgasm washed over her.
Dare’s speed increased and his arms tightened around her.
“Jesus.” He groaned. Quick, rapid thrusts, then his body reined tight, and his warmth filled her. His breathing was labored as he slowed.
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