Page 45 of Cabin Fever

"I dare you to kiss me."

Her surprise was my fantasy. Olivia's lips perfectly shaped to slip anything I wanted inside. Her eyes big and round were staring at me, growing darker by the second.

I must have been imagining it. It was dark in the room . . . It was only my mind playing a trick on me. I wanted that to be true but knew she would object, and then the game would be no more.

"Okay."

If ever there was a word that could cause my heart to race, my skin to break out into a sweat, and my dick to harden in seconds, it was that word falling from Olivia's lips. It was also the way she said it that made my fantasies about her lips seem moronic in comparison.

Her mouth curled in one corner and as if to stop it from going too far, she nibbled on her bottom lip. Even in the moonlight, I saw her chest rise and fall a little more rapidly than before.

"I don't think it's a good idea for me to dare you to kiss me. That doesn't seem like a good idea . . .. Why don't I change it to something else?" The more I spoke, the closer she came.

Why would she want to kiss me? She must be up to something. Maybe she would get right to my lips and then pull away as if it was all a joke.

Olivia got up from her bed and, in my old long john top and silky bare legs, she sauntered over to my mattress. Her knees hit the blanket as she knelt before me.

"I'll tell you what . . . Let's not play the game anymore." Her voice was deeper than usual, and she was staring at my lips.

"Good idea. It's for kids anyway. Besides, it's getting late and we should really get to sleep."

Olivia nodded. "I did want to ask you one more question before we go to bed."

"Of course. Anything." I swallowed, desperately trying to focus on her eyes and not her nipples that were poking at the thick beige fabric of her top.

"Do you want to kiss me?"

Ugh, any question but that.

"I plead the fifth."

She got down on her hands and crawled toward me. She stalked me like a cat—a super sexy cat that my dick desperately strained to pet.

"This is a bedroom, in a cabin, hidden in the woods. Not a court of law. There's no one to hear you scream." Her gaze was searing and said more than her words ever could.

I had trouble swallowing.

"Very funny. I don't think you could make me scream."

That was meant to be light, but my voice went down an octave. I thought about backing away but the wood-burning stove was in my way. It needed to be cleaned and midnight was not the time to get it done. Unless I wanted my back covered in soot, I stayed put as Olivia crawled closer until those fantastic lips of hers were a mere inch from mine.

"I don't know about that, Carter. Is that a dare? I have been trained in kickboxing and various other martial arts."

I ignored her so-called training. I couldn't imagine that she spent much time fighting thugs at high-society parties.

This wasn't a game anymore. Her eyes meant business. Her lips wanted to take control. And my body was begging to let her walk all over me.

"I thought we weren't playing truth or dare anymore?"

"We aren't."

Her words hung in the air, muffling my voice. I wanted to speak. Tell her it wasn't a good idea. That she was my friend—the first friend I'd had since I was a kid. I didn't want to lose that.

What if we took things too far and she went back to DC? She was from a city where lots of guys—guys who had more to offer than I ever could—could easily win Olivia over.

Stuck in my cabin, of course, I looked good to her. I was the only thing around.

I couldn't lose my only friend. My world would shatter if I lost Olivia. But I would never tell her that.

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