Page 23 of When We Dare

Her palm landed on my chest, close to my heart. My heart lunged at the soft touch. “You don’t want to wait?” Her voice was breathy, the soft sound spinning like fire in my veins.

I couldn’t even speak, but I managed to shake my head. “Not unless you do.”

Stella shook her head, her curls swinging slightly.

“Does that mean you want to wait, or you don’t want to wait?” A laugh rustled in my throat at the double negative.

“I don’t want to wait.” Her words were clear as she looked up at me, the boldness shimmering in her gaze nearly made my knees give out.

I meant to take control of this situation, to grab a hold of the moment and bend it to my need. My need was rampaging through me, but it was out of control.

Stella erased what little distance there was between us. I felt the soft give of her curves against me, the warmth of her as she leaned up. I dipped my head and our lips collided. It was like metal striking pavement, scattering the sparks high and bright.

My rational brain tried to fire off instructions, trying to point out I needed to go slow, I needed to make this amazing for Stella. But the roar of need was like a storm raging out of control inside. She was the eye of the storm, and all I could do was hold on.

She made this little whimpering sound in her throat as our tongues tangled. I groaned as I angled my head to the side and slid my hand into her curls. I couldn’t get enough of her sweet taste, andher soft curves. I slid my arm around her waist, giving in to the urge to slide it down her back and over her luscious bottom.

Her hand slipped under my shirt and the feel of her palm exploring my chest before sliding around my waist was intoxicating. Her touch was bold and curious.

I wantedeverythingall at once. We finally broke apart to breathe. I stared down at her, searching her gaze, looking for hesitation.

“Are you sure about this?” I asked.

Chapter Eighteen

HUDSON

“Yes,” Stella rasped.

My breath was shallow. The storm inside felt like lightning striking dry grass, lighting little fires that burned hot and fast through me.

Once again, I meant to take control. And yet, Stella ripped it right out of my hands as if tearing up slips of paper and dropping them into the fire burning between us. She stepped back, hooking her hand on the hem of her sweater and lifting it up over her head in a swoop. Before I could fully absorb the sight of her wearing a black lace bra with her pink nipples visible through the lace, her hands hooked on the waistband of her leggings, and she shimmied out of them swiftly. My eyes were drawn to the triangle of black silk at the apex of her thighs before trailing down. She was flushed pink all over. Her fluffy socks were a playful contrast.

I cleared my throat, dragging my gaze upward, just as she gestured toward me. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” she pointed out with a saucy lift of her chin. Her lips curled in a teasing smile, although there was a hint of hesitance flickering in her gaze.

I moved with alacrity, reaching behind my head to hook my hand on the back of my T-shirt to tug it off and toss it behind me.

Stella’s eyes darkened as she held my gaze before stepping closer. Once again, just when I thought I was going to gain the upper hand, she dragged her hand boldly over the swell of my cock through the denim of my jeans. Her fingers nimbly undid the buttons before her hand dipped inside and curled around my length.

My breath hissed through my teeth. “Stella,” I bit out.

“No need to say please,” she said. She pushed me back and my hips bumped into the counter behind me. “Do you mind?” Her eyes lifted to mine as her hands curled around the waistband of my jeans.

All I could manage was a sharp shake of my head. She pushed my jeans down around my hips, just enough to free my cock. Her eyes held mine as she shimmied down. Her tongue darted out to slide across the tip of my cock where cum was already leaking out.

My breath came out with a ragged groan when her lips closed around my crown, sucking lightly before her palm gripped at the base and she drew me fully inside her mouth.

Whatever I expected tonight, it wasn’t for Stella to nearly slay me with her naughty mouth. I clung to the counter behind me with one hand and had my fingers buried in her curls just to keep from collapsing on the floor as she teased me with her tongue. The subtle suction of her teasing mouth had me seeing stars. I could feel my release threatening, sizzling like lightning inside.

“Stella!” I choked out.

She drew back, releasing me with a little pop. When she looked up at me with her big brown eyes, her cheeks flushed, and her lips, plump and glistening from sucking on my cock, I nearly came right then and there. I was supposed to be the onein control here. I wasn’t. At all. She could’ve ordered me to do anything in this moment.

Scrambling inside, I grabbed onto the frayed reins of my control. “I want—” I had to pause to suck in a breath of air, needing oxygen to clear the haze of need in my thoughts.

“Just because I’m a virgin in one way, doesn’t mean ineveryway.” Her voice was throaty and sultry. With her palm still curled around the base of my cock, she slid it up and down slowly. “I want to do this. Is that okay?”

“Fuck, yes,” I bit out.

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