He swallowed once more, and something in the look on his face told me I had him completely under my spell.
Biting down on my lower lip, I walked backward and popped the first button on my dress, then the second, encouraged by the heat in his eyes. When the third button popped free, my cleavage and lacy black bra were on full display for him, and I’d reached the sliding door. I turned, my back to him, as I opened it and stepped inside.
Dare swallowed hard, watching me as I disappeared inside. Once there, I wriggled out of my dress—putting on a show for him. Stepping out of it, I left it in a pool on his bedroom floor and stood in my fishnet stockings, thigh-high boots, and black lacy undergarments. I glanced over my shoulder, let my come-hither-like gaze implore him. My heart pounding out of control, I bit down on my bottom lip. I needed this so bad.
That was all it took. Dare jerked into action, moving into his bedroom in three short steps, leaving the sliding door open behind him, his eyes on me as I turned to face him. My heart pounded in time to the distant beat of drums from the party.
He crossed over to where I stood, hesitating for a moment before resting his large hands on my hips. He couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from me.
Tilting my chin up in invitation, my lids fluttered closed when he lowered his lips to mine and kissed me again. It surprised me, because it was slow and controlled, and achingly sweet. His fingers tightening on my hips was the only indication his discipline was a challenge—a challenge I wanted to make him lose.
I moved my hand over his denim-clad erection, rubbing against it before popping the button of his jeans free and tugging his zipper down. As I worked, I distracted him by nibbling and sucking on his bottom lip, driving him to finally lose control and deepen the kiss.
I moved my other hand up to splay across the hard panes of his stomach, dragging my fingertips along his torso slowly. Feeling those hard muscles tense up beneath my touch, I smiled when he shuddered. His skin was hot beneath my fingertips, erupting into goosebumps as I slipped my hand lower and lower, sliding beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs and wrapping my fingers around his hard length.
He drew back, pressing his forehead to mine and letting out a low groan when I squeezed and pumped him slowly. When I ran my thumb over his tip, swirling the precum that had beaded there, he let out another tortured groan from somewhere deep in his throat, his head falling back in rapture.
I was overcome with the desire to take him into my mouth, to taste him. His eyes popped back open when I pulled my hand out and dropped to my knees. “Connor…” he whispered my name hoarsely. It sounded like both a plea and a promise.
He looked devastatingly handsome. Completely overcome with desire, his brow furrowed as he watched me tug his jeans and boxers down over his hips. His cock jutted out, almost smacking me in the chin, but I was quick and caught it gently, directing it toward my mouth, all the while keeping my eyes on his—watching the desire dance across his face.
“What are you doing?” he asked as I drew him into my mouth, knowing perfectly well what I was doing. He was thick and long and bigger than Jason had been, I compared with glee. There wasn’t a chance in hell I’d be able to take his full length, but he didn’t seem bothered by that in the slightest.
Instead of replying, I licked and sucked. He watched me bob slowly, working as much of him into my mouth as I could, my hands wrapped around his base.
“You’re going to have to stop that,” he warned, moving his hips and popping out of my mouth before he tugged me to my feet.
“You taste so good—I don’t want to stop,” I pouted.
He swallowed hard and dropped my hand, walking away long enough to lock his bedroom door. He returned half a breath later, his eyes moving all over me as if he couldn’t get enough of what he was seeing.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked, giving me one more out.
“Yes,” I replied, not breaking his penetrating gaze. He blinked at me; his irises dark with need. “I need this, probably more than you do.” I said this last bit with far more vulnerability than I’d hoped to share with him, but that was enough to bring him to his knees. Literallyandfiguratively.
I could see the power and agility behind his coiled and taunt muscles as he knelt on his knees in front of me. His hands ran down my calves, tugging the stockings off my thighs with care. Foot by foot, he pulled them off while he peered up at me.
There was something sinfully sexy about having a man as godlike as him on his knees in front of me, looking at me likeIwas the treasure to behold.
I placed my hand on the side of his face, relishing at how the scruff on his jaw felt beneath my palm. He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. With lustful eyes, I watched as his attention lowered to my stomach. He kissed me there, just to the left of my belly button.
Then he pressed his lips to the side of my hip, laying a trail of kisses to the place I was pulsing with need. His hands slid up the back of my thighs, over my lacy underwear. Touching and teasing, he moved closer, and I parted my legs for him, making room.
He brought his lips close to my core, putting his mouth over my covered center, teasing me over the material. It was torturous, and my body jerked against each pass of his tongue over the lace. He let out a moan that vibrated against me, making my fingers twist in his hair, as if I needed to be anchored to something.
Half a second later, he impatiently yanked my panties down my thighs, dragging them down my calves—all control gone. A primitive man full of primal needs was before me now.
I heard the lace tear beneath his impatient fingers, and no sooner had he flung them over his shoulder, his mouth was on me—licking and sucking—eating me like he was as starved for this as I was. He lifted my left leg, hooking it over his shoulder so he could get closer.
I felt myself climbing already, and when he slipped his finger inside, still working his mouth and tongue, I came with a shamelessly loud cry, my nails digging into his scalp. He didn’t stop, lapping up as much as he could before he had to pull away for a breath. My hands dropped to his shoulders—my knees so weak I needed to brace myself.
He slipped his arms around my back to hold me, my thighs hooked over his arms and his large palms holding my back. He lifted me as if I weighed nothing and carried me to his mattress. He let me go, and I bounced against it. My hair fanned against his mattress, and he swallowed hard.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you in my bed,” he admitted, his voice low and gritty, his hand on his cock as he took me in.
I leaned up, reaching around my back to unhook my bra. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to be in your bed.” Dare’s eyes widened with surprise at my words as I worked the straps off my shoulders, tossing the bra aside, my breasts free for his perusal.
Now I was completely naked, and Dare was still fully dressed, but I wasn’t worried about it because the way he looked at me said it all.
