Page 69 of Love Me, I Dare You

Lowering my head, I lean forward and growl into the crook of her neck, my tongue with a mind of its own, snaking out to lickagainst it. “Don’t tempt me, Angel. You know I’d worship that fine ass of yours and brand it mine if only you’d give me a second chance.”

My hips thrust forward, the hard, throbbing length between my legs pressing into her hip. The heels of her boots are at least four inches, yet the top of her head barely teases my cheek.

A soft, almost inaudible moan catches in her throat as she presses her lips together to keep it in. “Second chances aren’t meant to be given, Nash. They’re earned.”

My lips quirk up into a sly smirk at her show of composure when I can feel her trembling beneath my touch. “And how do I earn one?”

Her eyes are low and hazy, mirroring the desire I know is reflected in mine. Slowly and purposefully, her tongue snakes out to swipe against her bottom lip, teasing me as my eyes zero in on the way she takes it between her teeth. “That depends.”

“On what?” I ask, too eagerly. It makes her giggle, a soft and whimsical sound I want to bottle up and keep forever.

“On whether the first one was deserved.” Reaching up on her tiptoes, she brings her lips to my ear, playfully nibbling on the lobe. I press my cock harder against her and the hushed sound that leaves her lips has me nearly fucking coming. “Things aren't looking good for you, Bishop.”

This fucking girl. I call bullshit. She may act like she doesn’t want this, want me, but I know damn well if I reached down between her legs I’d find her soaked for me. All it would take is a swipe of my fingers between her aching pussy and she’d make a fucking mess all over me. I’m fairly certain one lap of my tongue would bring her to climax before I have the chance to fucking breath her in.

“Oh, yeah?” I ask, trailing my fingers down her cheek, over her collarbone, and down the dip between her breasts. Goosebumps rise on her skin where I touch her, and shetrembles in my hands. “Tell me then, baby, what’s a man gotta do to make you fall?”

I feel her shiver beneath my touch, a soft, breathy moan escaping her lips and eliciting a surge of desire to course through my veins. The moment my lips touch the sensitive spot above her clavicle, I suck, taking my time to mark her before softly biting down, forcing out another sharp whimper. The sweet taste of her skin lingers on my tongue, fueling the raging fire burning between us. Nothing matters at this moment but the two of us. The rest of the room disappears into a blur of chaos.

With one look, our passions collide, and we know there’s no other way this is going to end.

Fucking with Bailey King is a death sentence, but I’m willingly walking to my death for this woman.

With her hand in mine, I drag her the rest of the way down the hall until we reach the staircase leading toward the apartment on the second floor. I need to be inside her, need my lips on hers while my cock is balls deep in her and I can swallow her cries of pleasure into my mouth.

What feels like eternity is only two fucking minutes before we’re barreling though the door, and I have her slammed against it. My hands press her face together as my mouth collides on hers in a wet and passionate kiss, fighting one other for control. Ultimately, I win and if I’m being honest, she sure as fuck doesn’t mind when I do.

Tossing my jacket to the floor, I chuckle lightly as Bailey’s hands tangle in my shirt, fighting to pull the thing up and over my head. I slow her down, hoisting her up into my arms and loving the way her legs immediately wrap around me. She’s writhing in my hands, grinding her hips against me to find any bit of friction. My girl is fucking desperate for me and I love it.

“Easy now, baby,” I mutter, trying to force our lips apart, but she doesn't let me. Her mouth forces itself against mine,widening to allow my tongue to swoop in and savor every inch of her.

“On the couch,” she mutters, breathless. Her chest heaving in anticipation of what this night will bring. Digging my fingers into her cheeks, I push her skirt up and over her ass, leaving only the thin strap of her thong between us.

I can’t help the humorless chuckle that slips out at the desperation in her voice. “Fuck no, I want you in your bed, B. I’m going to fuck you in your bed and make sure you never stop thinking about how hard I made you come when you lay restless in it at night.”

Heat radiates off her and sears me through my clothes as she deepens the kiss. Pleasure fires through me like gasoline, fueling the flames of my desire as I watch her arousal build. I haven’t even touched her yet, and the woman is a puddle of pleasure in my hands.

“Nash please, I need you.” I’ve never heard more beautiful words, and the emotion they elicit in me is unlike anything I’ve experienced.

Her plea sets me off, igniting a spark that lights up the animal within me. High off her scent and the feel of her skin under my hand, I drunkenly walk us through the apartment and toward her bedroom, kicking off my shoes as we enter. Without warning, I toss her onto the mattress, forcing the headboard to slam into the wall from the force of her landing.

I reach back and pull my shirt off over my head in one fast swoop while she unzips her boots and tosses them to the floor. We’re both moving so fast, desperately needing there to be nothing between us. Yet as I watch her reach back to unzip the sexy ass fuck top she’s wearing, it’s like she’s moving in slow motion.

Bailey is beautiful, but right now, lying back on her elbows, perfect tits on full display as her shirt falls to her waist, she looksfucking captivating. She’s flushed, hair a mess, lipstick smeared and the desire on her face is more than I’ve ever dreamt of.

The small strip of her red thong teases me, the wet spot of her arousal glistening between her parted thighs. She catches my gaze drop to her pussy and the little tease spreads them further apart, giving me a perfect glimpse of the shape of her lips. I pull back for just a moment, staring in awe at the woman I’ve wanted for so long.

“You sure about this, Angel?” I’m scared shitless she’s going to say no. Because if she does, I’ll walk away. I won’t force myself on her even if I want nothing more. But there's something in the way she looks at me that gives me a glimmer of hope she wants this as badly as I do. There’s an insatiable hunger she’s had since the day I saw her again. One only I can quench.

“Never, but I want it, Nash. I’ve dreamt of this moment for ten years. Fuck the consequences.”

“You have no fucking clue how much I’ve wanted this, B. No idea how long I’ve spent dreaming of having you beneath me again. You can be damn sure I won’t make the same mistake again. I won’t take this moment for granted.”

My fingers fumble with the button of my jeans as I keep my eyes focused on her. Tugging them down along with my boxers, I step out of them, loving the ways her eyes burn as my cock springs free. I’m so fucking hard, my veins throbbing as precum leaks from the engorged tip.

The way she watches me only makes my cock swell as I wrap my hands around the shaft, using my arousal to lubricate it as I slide my thumb over the tip. My approach is slow and steady, my heartbeat thundering in my chest as I accept this is really about to happen. Years of wanting, weeks of waiting, Bailey King is finally going to be mine. Even if it’s only for tonight, I’ll take her for as long as she’ll give me.

Once I reach the edge of the bed, I reach for her, grabbing her by her ankles, and tugging her toward me until her legs are bent at a ninety-degree angle. She lets out a loud cry of surprise.

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