Page 15 of His Daring Girl

“Why?”

The question flies from my mouth. I need him to explain what’s going on. I want to understand his sudden interest. It just feels too good to be true. I still don’t trust it.

“Because you’re smart.” He shifts, getting up onto his knees. “You’re nice. And”—he leans in, locking me in with his huge frame—“you’re so fucking sexy.” His eyes drop to my mouth and he licks his lips. “The other night was the best kiss I’ve ever had. I’m craving you, Ruby.”

Oh God. He is so out of my league. I don’t know how to respond.

“Are you going to let me kiss you, baby?”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” I pant. After what happened last time, I don’t trust myself.

“I double dare you.” He smirks. “See?” He points to my smile. “You know you want to kiss me.”

I do. I really, really do. But…

His head crashes forward, erasing anybutthat was trying to come to mind. The moment our lips connect, I feel like I no longer have a choice about anything. Just like the other night, the intensity takes over. My hands tug at his hair, and our tongues tumble around and around, getting deeper, needier. When I feel his palms on my breasts, I moan. His touch is almost aggressive. Groping and squeezing. Then his two fingers close around my nipple and pinch.

“Fuck. I need to see them.” He pulls back and my tank top gets yanked down. My bra cups tugged right off. “Ruby,” he breathes, staring shamelessly right at my naked breasts. “Shit, baby. Why have you been hiding these from me for all these years?”

His thumbs are rubbing circles around my nipples and my concentration is almost nil.

“Cassie calls me saggy tits,” I admit my reason. I never wanted to show them off because I didn’t want to be picked on.

He practically growls, squeezing me tighter. “She only said that because she was jealous. That girl is an A minus in the tit department. These babies…” He leans down, taking me between his lips and sucking, making me soaking wet between my legs. “These are sexy as hell.” His mouth is latched back on, and the longer he suckles on my tip, the more restless I become. I’m squirming beneath him, needing relief between my legs.

He suddenly unlocks his latch, pulling his head back, staring me dead in the eyes. This look is one I’ve never seen from him. He’s looking at me like I’m an opposing teammate and he’s going to tackle me. “Why are you mad at me?” I ask, nervous I’ve done something wrong. This is all new to me. I don’t know if I pulled his hair too hard, or maybe he’s finally come to his senses, wondering what the heck he’s doing making out with the loser.

“I’m not mad at you, baby. I’m fucking livid at that bitch who made you feel anything less than perfect. She’s going to pay for what she did. I promise.”

“You don’t have to do that, Chase. I really don’t want any more drama. I just want to live my life in peace and get through my days without people looking at me or commenting. Going after Cassie makes us no better than her. I want to pretend like she doesn’t exist.”

He reaches out, pulling me towards him. “You are truly something, Ruby.” His thumb brushes over my cheek and myheart leaps inside my chest. “Fine. I won’t go after her. But I’m never going to let her hurt you again. You’re mine. And no one better upset my girl.”

“Is this about sex for you, Chase?” The question blurts right out, and I wish I’d had a filter installed on my mouth. It’s just that up until our make-out session, he was never interested in me.

“I’m not going to lie to you. It’s definitely on the brain. But this…” He hugs me tighter. “This is about me finding a girl who’s smart, and sweet, and shy as all get out. A girl who’s strong enough to show up every day at school even though she was being bullied. A girl who agreed to tutor me after I was such an ass to her in class.” He shakes his head. “This is about me really liking what I’ve seen so far, and wanting to get to know you better, Ruby. In fact, to prove this isn’t just about sex, I dare you not to sleep with me until you trust that I’m in this for the right reasons.”

My heart takes flight again, trying to soar right through my chest. Now that’s a dare I’m willing to take.

“Okay, Chase. You’re on.” I bite back my smile.

His hands come up to my waistband and begin to tug my pajama pants down my hips.

“What are you doing?” I thought we just agreed to no sex until I’m ready.

“I’m going to give my girl a kiss.”

“My lips are up here, Chase.”

He scoots down my legs, taking my pants with him.

“I want to give you a special kiss.” Another flutter of need rolls through. I’ve read about this in books, but I honestly never imagined a guy actually going down on me. I’m hairy in that region. I wasn’t expecting him to do this, so I didn’t exactly groom myself in the shower.

“But my parents are home.” I spit out my excuse as he grabs my panties and begins to slide them down my legs.

He looks over his shoulder and then back. “Then you better be a good girl for me and keep quiet.”

“But I’m kind of…um… I didn’t shave.”

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