Page 32 of Dare to Need

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I heard the subtle click of the bathroom door opening and like a moth drawn to a flame, my body rose from the lounge chair. Needing to be close toher—the only thing that would quench the wild fire roaring through my veins.

As I stood between the flowing sheer curtains on the edge of the balcony, I saw her in a way I’d never seen her before. The planets, moons, and stars themselves blared past me. All of them completely insignificant compared to the woman who stood only a few feet away from me. She was the center of the universe, her gravitational pull the only thing keeping me from floating into oblivion where I’d be alone with my wretched thoughts.

Closing the infinite space between us like it was my sole mission in life, I had no strength left to calm the storm that thundered through me. I needed to feel her and damnit if I didn’t want to take everything from her—her touch, her kiss, the very breath from her body.

Everything I felt for Eva was no longer quantified by desire or wanting. Ineededher like the very air I needed to breathe.

And so I claimed her as such.

The soft rumble of her moan as my lips melded against hers was a calling to my tortured soul. I buried my hands in her silken hair as she opened up to me, our tongues lulling against one another. Tasting, exploring every inch the other was willing to give. And we were both willing to give it all.

My left hand traced down the nape of her neck, over her shoulder, and to the front of her chest where her breasts were wrapped in a soft black mesh. Each swollen nipple a reminder of the pleasure I was capable of giving her. She hissed against my lips as I rubbed her right nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Letting the sensitive skin roll between the thin fabric.

“Don’t tease me, baby,” she murmured between kisses.

“Tell me what you want, doll face.”

Her eyes were lustfully hazy as she leaned back and said, “You know exactly what I want.”

Taking the briefest moment to shrug off my suit jacket to give me more access, I pulled her against me once again. Searing my mouth to hers, desperate to taste the minty tang of her tongue against mine, I tugged on the mesh fabric and felt the heady weight of her breast as I cupped it with my palm.

Her skin was so fucking soft, all I wanted to do was fall into her. Knowing how decadent it would feel to have my cock wrapped in her delicious folds. But I wanted to take my time—to show her just how sorry I was.

So I cradled the back of her head in my hand as I dipped low and took her sensitive peak in my mouth. Sucking and tugging on her nipple had my cock straining against my pants, frantic for release. Her skin was soft as satin and her pleasure was hard as stone. I loved every second of her whimpers as I nipped around the edges of her jaw.

I sucked in a sharp breath as Eva ground her pelvis against my cock. I could feel the heat of her desire, even between the fabric of our clothes. She was ready. So fucking ready for me.

She looked like a fallen angel as she arched her back, pressing her breasts forward until I claimed her with my mouth. Long strands of her auburn hair fell between my fingers, cascading toward the floor.

“More, baby,” she whispered through her desire. “I need more.”

Abiding her command, I lifted her against me and slowly backed her toward the bed. When I felt the back of her knees meet the frame, I slowly eased her down.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

With a wicked smile that I knew would be my demise, Eva trailed her fingertips from the edge of her neck to the valley between her freed breasts and down further over the middle of her toned stomach.

“Say it again,” she coaxed as her fingers continued to travel south to the edge of her matching black mesh thong. The thing was so fucking small, it was a miracle it hid anything at all.

As the tips of my fingers found their way over the clasp of my pants and the zipper below, I never took my eyes off her.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” I growled. The fabric of my pants and boxers pooled at my feet just as Eva arched her back in response to my words. My mouth watered, desperate to devour every inch of her skin.

When her fingers dipped below the edge of her see-through thong, I said, “Now that’s not fair at all. I wanted to be the one to touch you first.”

“Well, stop spending all your time gawking and get over here.”

I cocked a brow as a chuckle rumbled in my chest. “Yes, ma’am.”

With each step I took closer to the bed, it felt like I was not only closing the physical gap between us, but the emotional one as well. I’d spent the past week and a half internally running from everything. Even if I didn’t want to admit it to myself, I knew I was scared as hell. The world was on fire around me and the only thing capable of pulling me out of the flames washer.

Eva released her hand from under her panties and wrapped her arms around me as I pressed my body against hers.

“That’s better,” she whispered against my ear. A shiver ran over my skin from my neck all the way to my toes.

Bracing myself on my elbows, I framed her face with my forearms. Flecks of honey dusted her brown eyes the same way the stars dusted the night sky. Beauty in its most perfect state. And she was all mine. This incredible, brave, and sexy-as-hell woman was all mine and I’d nearly fucked it up because I couldn’t keep my head screwed on straight.

Unexpected tears welled in my eyes. Eva shifted underneath me, her head tilting to the side as her jaw tensed.

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