Page 29 of Dare
“Darlin’I’ve never wanted anything so bad, and I know you feel the same way. So tell mewhat’s got you so twisted up.”
Amillion excuses run through my mind.
We’retoo different.
I’mgay.
Yousleep around too much.
He’llnever believe I’m a lesbian, and as for him sleeping around, it occurs to me Ihaven’t heard one woman in his apartment since we started talking. I settle forthe truth. “The scars on my face are only a fraction of the damage. The rightside of my body is covered. It isn’t pretty, and tends to make men run for thehills. Trust me, it’s an instant turn off.”
Angerheats his eyes and he stalks over to me, grabbing my shoulders and staring intomy eyes. “Anyone who ran from you because of a few scars isn’t a man. He’s adick.”
“It’sugly,” I murmur.
Ignoringme, he continues, “There isn’t a damn thing about you that’s ugly.” He leans inand presses his hard body to mine. His voice is soft and raspy in my ear. “Youhave no idea how many times I’ve watched you by the pool, laid out in thatbikini.”
Myjaw drops. I was always careful to sunbathe at off hours, when most people areat work. The tan helps cover some of the scars. I didn’t think he had seen me.He takes advantage of my speechless shock, and presses his lips to mine. Anddamn, the man can kiss.
Hemakes me feel like I’ve never been kissed before, and the way he takes my mouthwith such passion and force, like he can’t help himself, wipes away thememories of long ago kisses that could never measure up. All the self-consciousthoughts that run through my head during moments like this are absent, lost inthe sensation of his tongue stroking mine, his hands undressing me as we makeour way down the hall.
Suddenly,I’m staring at my bedroom ceiling. “The light,” I mumble, watching him strip.
“Stayson.” He’s back in bossy mode. Before I can protest, I’m yanked to the end ofthe bed and his face is between my legs.
Alow chuckle is followed by a wicked smile when I gasp and instinctively twistaway. His arms lock around my legs, holding them open and leaving me vulnerableto his talented mouth. Just the sight of his dark head between my legs, hislarge hands on my thighs, is almost enough to make me come. I’ve never beenwith someone so ruggedly handsome, so strong…somale.
I’mso close, right on the edge when he stops, drawing a frustrated cry from my throat.“Not yet, baby. Not until I’m inside you.” He delivers little kisses up mystomach and plants his hot mouth over my nipple, drawing it in, licking andsucking, before moving to show the other the same attention until I’m half outof my mind.
It’snot until he pauses to roll on a condom that my brain clears enough to reallynotice what’s coming at me. I don’t know whether to weep with joy or run awayscreaming at the size of him. “It’s been a while,” I confess, licking my lips.
“I’llgo easy…this time,” he says, trapping my body under his. Never has a threatsounded so promising. He’s careful not to put his full weight on me—he’d squashme like a bug—and I wrap my legs around him.
Hisface is a mask of concentration as he works his way into me with short, slowstrokes. He’s barely halfway in and I feel like he could split me in half, butit doesn’t stop me from wanting more. I spread my legs wider and he slides inanother inch. “That’s it, you can take me.”
Hisnext thrust is harder, more determined, and my nails dig into his firm ass ashe buries himself completely. His eyes are intense when they lock with mine.“Are you okay?”
Noddingfrantically, I squeeze his ass, trying to get him to move again. “Please.”
“Pleasewhat, Ayda?” He’s not teasing me. There’s not an ounce of humor in his voice.
“Fuckme.” I move my hips beneath him, trying to take what I want and his wickedsmile returns.
Hepulls out slowly, then eases back in, making me moan as the pain turns to mindnumbing pleasure. “Fuck, I knew you’d feel good,” he groans, increasing hispace. The sensations bombarding me make me want to close my eyes, but I don’twant to miss a second of the display of sweaty flexing muscles above me.
Histhick finger slips between my legs, and I lose all control, crying out as I’mstruck by the strongest orgasm of my life. He never slows, dragging out thepleasure until I feel like I could die of it.
Hepulls out of me, rolls me onto my side, and pulls my leg back over his,entering me from behind in one swift thrust. “Oh god!”
Hismouth is on my nape, sucking on the sensitive skin, sending tingles cascadingdown my body before his hot breath fills my ear. “You like that?”
Ipush back against him, urging him on, and he catches both of my hands in his,pinning them to my stomach. I’m completely restrained and at his mercy when hestarts pounding into me. The man is going to fuck me half to death, but I’msure as hell not complaining. Another orgasm rolls through me in slow pulsingwaves, and my name leaves his lips in a low growl as he finishes deep insideme.
Welie still, catching our breath for a few moments before he gets up to disposeof the condom. A few seconds later, he’s back in my bed, pulling me into hisarms. Isn’t it supposed to be the guy who falls asleep right after sex? I canhardly hold my eyes open. My last thought before I succumb to the warmth andcomfort of his body wrapped around mine is that I never once worried about himseeing or touching the scars.
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Iwake with Dare still holding me, his large palm cupping one of my breasts. Hegrins down at me when I peek up at him. “If you’re a boob man, you’re out ofluck,” I tease.
