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Dare
AllI want to do is strip Ayda naked and fuck her until she can’t remember anythingexcept my name, but I can’t treat her the way I’ve treated other women. She’sdifferent, and I want more from her than I’ve ever wanted from a woman. AllI’ve ever been interested in is sex, but something about this woman makes mewant more.
Ienjoy being with her like this, sprawled on the couch watching horror flicksand eating leftover Halloween candy. She seemed nervous when I first arrived,but it didn’t take her long to warm up to me again. Well, somewhat.
We’resitting on her couch, but she’s careful to keep her distance, as if she doesn’twant to touch me. Only the expression on her face betrays what she reallyfeels. I pretend not to notice her furtive glances, but I’m not keeping up thecharade much longer.
Whenthe movie ends, she heads to the kitchen, calling back over her shoulder.“Would you like something to drink?”
Iknow what I’d like and it’s time to claim it. Her back is to me as she perusesthe fridge and she gasps when she steps backward right into my chest. I wrap myarm around her waist, my hand splaying across her flat stomach, and pull heragainst me.
“Whatare you doing?” Her voice is faint, like maybe she doesn’t really want ananswer to that question.
“Touchingyou,” I reply, my lips against her ear. Her shiver makes me smile. “I couldn’tresist anymore.”
Sherelaxes in my arms, breathing a small sigh as I run my lips down the smoothskin of her neck. Her hands land on my chest when I spin her to face me, butshe keeps her head down. “Look at me, beautiful.”
Sheflinches at the word beautiful, and I feel her stiffen, but she reluctantlymeets my gaze. I can feel her trying to withdraw, trying to take control, butit isn’t going to happen. Grabbing her hips and backing her against the kitchencounter, I catch her soft lips with mine.
Awoman told me once that a first kiss should be soft, polite even, but I’m notpolite, and my need for her takes over. Her lips part under mine, and I takecomplete advantage of the opportunity, plunging my tongue inside to taste hersoft mouth. Her hand jumps to my hair, gripping it as she tilts her head andkisses me harder, a small groan rumbling her throat.
Thesound goes straight to my cock, making it strain against my zipper. Though I’vegotten a taste of her smart ass attitude through the wall, in person she comesoff as shy and timid, but not one ounce of that is who she truly is. That’sclear in the way she tugs my hair, her hand squeezing my ass while we basicallymaul each other in her kitchen.
Anothermoan leaves her lips when she presses against me, my thigh rubbing between herlegs. I can feel her heat through the thin shorts she wears, and it’s drivingme out of my mind. Spinning her around, so her back is to me again, I slide myhand under her shirt onto the warm skin of her stomach. “Dare,” she breathes,when my fingers travel under the waistband of her shorts and panties.
“I’mgoing to make you come now, Ayda.”
Myfingers slide lower and I can feel the effect my words have on her. She likesthe dirty talk. “Put your hands around my neck, baby, and keep them there.”
Shecomplies without hesitation, and the arch in her back pushes her tits out. Icup her breast with one hand and run my thumb over her nipple, loving how itstiffens when I roll it between my fingers. Her head lies back against mychest, and her arms are clamped tightly around my neck as I slide a thickfinger inside her.
Iswear the sound she makes when I finger her will haunt me forever. She twistsin my arms, growing wetter by the second. When I bend my finger and find justthe right spot inside her, she gasps and lets go of my neck, reaching for theedge of the counter. “Get those arms back up,” I growl, pinching her nipple,and she quickly obeys, fisting a handful of my hair. Christ, submissive andwild. This woman will be the death of me.
Shesquirms, trying to stay on her feet while the sensations grow stronger, mythumb on her clit bringing her right to the edge. “That’s right, baby. Come forme,” I murmur into her ear when I feel her start to contract around my finger.A second later, she’s coming on my hand, her soft cry filling the room. It’sthe sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
Herhands fall to the counter as she catches her breath, and I kiss up the side of herneck. As soon as my lips approach her scarred skin, she steps away, cursing. Iwonder if her scar is the reason she wouldn’t agree to meet me all this time.“It’s okay,” I murmur.
“Youshould go,” she says, putting even more distance between us. “I didn’t mean tolead you on or make you think we were going to fuck.”
Shewon’t look at me, but she doesn’t jerk away when I cup her face. “We’re goingto do so much more than fuck, darlin’.”
Aloud pounding echoes through the room and she jumps, backing away from me.“Dare, damn it! Open up,” Justus yells. Christ, he’s going to knock my doordown banging on it like that, loud enough to be heard from Ayda’s place. Whatthe hell is going on now?
“Giveme a minute,” I tell Ayda, trying not to be pissed at Justus for breaking themoment. I’m sure this has to do with Jed.
Shedoesn’t answer, but follows me to the door. Justus is leaning against my doorwhen I step outside. “There you are!” He waves his hand in my direction. “Ican’t stay there, man. We have to get someone else. I feel like he’s fuckinghaunting me.”
Shit.I toss him my keys. “Go on in. I’ll be there in a second.”
Withoutwaiting for a response, I turn to face Ayda. “That’s Justus. He’s having a hardtime with Jed’s death.”
Reliefwashes over her features. “Go take care of your friend.”
Myfingers brush her hair back from her eyes. “Are you okay?”
Afake smile jumps across her face. “I’m fine. Really, go see what’s wrong withhim.”
Torn,I hesitate for a moment before nodding. “I’ll talk to you later.”
