Page 58 of The Dating Dare

Tara nodded vigorously while clinging to his neck. He burned everywhere she touched him, and his hands were on fire where heheld her. It was almost too much to bear, his need for her. He took the stairs two at a time to reach his bedroom.

When he lowered her onto his bed, she kept her arms around his neck so he couldn’t go far. “Confession. I’ve fantasized about being carried to bed like this.”

“That’s what I’m here for.” He grinned down at her as he climbed into bed next to her. “Making your fantasies come true.”

“Oh, goodie,” Tara said, cupping his cheek in her hand.

“We’re going to be so good together,” he promised. They were going to fit perfectly.

He slipped his hand under her shirt and caressed her silky skin from the bend of her waist to her back, traveling up until he reached the clasp of her bra. He undid it with a single flick of his wrist.

“Wow. Did you just do that with one hand? On the first try?” She giggled nervously. “I’m pretty sure I’m far less experienced than you. I might not be as good at this as you.”

“That’s impossible,” he said fervently. And her lack of experience appealed to the caveman in him. He much preferred to show her the many ways they could enjoy each other himself. “A kiss from you can bring me to my knees. No one else has ever affected me that way before.”

As though she wanted to test what he said, she rose on her elbow and brought her lips to his. With a groan, he pulled her on top of him, and spread her legs to straddle his hips.

“Take your shirt off,” he said.

Tara grasped the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head in a single, fluid move, throwing it on the floor. Her unclasped bra quickly followed suit. He lay frozen because it hit him that Tara was sitting topless on him. She was fucking spectacular. His hands twitched at his side but he was too much in awe to touch her right away.

“How are you so beautiful?” he whispered, suddenly unnerved by how much he wanted her.

“If I’m so beautiful, why aren’t you touching me?” Tara grabbed his hands and planted them firmly on her breasts, and both of them moaned loudly.

It was as though she was custom-made to fit his hands. Her firm, small breasts were perfectly round and crowned with pinkish-beige tips, which turned hard as he swirled his thumbs around them. Tara’s head titled back as she thrust her breasts into his hands. Unable to hold himself back any longer, he raised himself into a sitting position with his hands firmly grasping her ass.

He bent his head and teased her breasts with his mouth. Drunk on the small, whimpering sounds she made, it took him a moment to realize that her hands were tugging impatiently at his shirt.

“Sorry,” he said, and whipped it off to give her the access she sought. When he tried to return to what he was doing, Tara planted her hands on his chest and held him off.

“I want to look at you.” Her eyes roamed his torso hungrily until she laughed incredulously, shaking her head. “How do you even look like this?”

“Why? Do you like it?” he asked, shamelessly fishing for compliments. He hissed when Tara’s soft fingers traced the grooves of his abs.

“What do you think?” She pressed her breasts against his chest and sighed deeply. “I can look at you all day. But I’ll save that part for after we give each other earth-shattering orgasms.”

“You first,” he growled, and flipped her onto her back. He finished undressing her and threw his own clothes on the floor. Then he positioned himself on top of her, naked skin against naked skin.God, it feels so good.“Is this okay?”

“A hell of a lot better than okay,” she said breathlessly.

With a satisfied smile, he traced kisses down her torso, making sure to give her lovely breasts the attention they deserved. He paused when he reached her hips to trace a tattoo of a vibrant iris. The royal purple, rich burgundy, and a splash of deep yellow of the tattoo made the flower almost look real.

“I like this. The iris reminds me of you. Sensual and passionate,” he said with his mouth brushing kisses over the tattoo.

“Thank you.” She shivered against his touch.

He moved down to kiss the junction between her thighs. “I like this, too. You’re just pretty everywhere, baby.”

Then, because he wanted to taste her and have her fall apart against his tongue, he kissed, teased, and licked her until her hands fisted in her hair and she screamed his name.

“Good girl.” He slid up to kiss her firmly on her lips. He had to be inside her. He couldn’t wait another minute. She protested when he broke the kiss. He placed another quick kiss on her lips to settle her. “Condom.”

“Here. Let me,” she said, once he pulled one out of the nightstand.

She reached over and took the condom package from his hand and ripped it open.Fuck. When she reached over to roll the rubber over him, he had to keep a tight rein on himself so he wouldn’t come before he even got inside her. But it was a close call with her warm, firm hand gripping him.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked, holding himself still at her entrance.

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