Dare to Take (Dare to Love 6)

Next they were escorted to their room, and while Tyler tipped the bellman, Ella walked inside to explore. The king-size bed filled the room, surrounded by serene tones of white and sand furniture and accessories, made up of soft textures and pillows, a retreat that overlooked the ocean. It was a contrast of homey luxury.

Ella gravitated toward the sliding glass doors. She stepped out onto the balcony, and a warm breeze slid over her skin. She leaned on the railing and sighed with pleasure, listening to the rushing sounds of the ocean that both thrilled and relaxed her. With all the upheaval going on in her life, she was grateful for this chance to get away from the insanity she didn’t understand. Who would be after her, and why? She didn’t know. But she had Tyler to thank for bringing her here.

As if thinking his name conjured him, he joined her outside, stepping up behind her and winding his arms around her waist, pressing himself against her back.

“Like it?” he asked, nuzzling his mouth against her neck, causing her to shiver despite the warm air.

“It’s beautiful here.”

“You’re beautiful,” he said, sliding his lips along her skin.

She warmed at the easily spoken compliment. He seemed more at ease than he had before, and since she’d already decided to go with the flow as far as he was concerned, she gave herself over to the moment and turned in his arms. She tilted her head back in an open invitation, and he accepted, his mouth meeting hers.

The kiss was slow and easy, his tongue gliding against hers, lazily moving in and out, and ending with him nibbling on her lower lip. He nipped, and she moaned, arching her back, her body pressing not-so-subtly against his, meeting up with his hard, firm erection.

She inhaled his musky masculine scent, letting it work its way through her body and arouse her even more than his kiss already had. She leaned forward and kissed his jaw, sliding a hand up through his hair.

He caught her wrist, forcing her to meet his gaze. “I know I keep screwing things up, but I need you to know I’m going to try harder to get it right.”

She didn’t want promises he might not be able to keep. She knew where she stood with him, and she was okay with that. She had to be if she didn’t want to get hurt.

“No talking,” she said, freeing her hand. Bringing her fingers to the buttons on his shirt, she unfastened them one by one until she opened his shirt and pushed it off his broad shoulders.

She splayed her hands across his sculpted chest, feeling the play of hair-roughened skin and muscles beneath her fingertips. She lingered, his heart beating fast and furious beneath her touch, before leaning in and licking her way across his chest to his firm nipple. She pulled it into her mouth, teasing him with her tongue and teeth, until he groaned and his fingers bit into her skin.

He picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, and he backed them up, through the door, into the room, and tossed her onto the bed. Every time he took control this way, her heart raced harder and she fell more and more under his spell.

“I’m so fucking glad you prefer skirts,” he said as he yanked said skirt down, taking her panties with it.

Moisture immediately pooled between her legs, her sex full and pulsing with need. Before she could react, he splayed his hands on her thighs, pulled her legs apart, and leaned over her, his face inches from her wet heat. He stared down at her, a greedy look on his handsome face, and he parted her and slid his tongue over her weeping flesh.

She moaned, the sound causing him to delve deeper, licking, sucking, grazing his teeth over her nether lips until she was writhing on the bed. He was an expert at reading her body, knowing when to go soft, his tongue sliding gently around and over her clit, arousing her unbearably but not taking her over. Then he hardened his tongue and worked it inside her, greedily thrusting inside her until she was pulling at his hair and begging for release.

Thank goodness he wasn’t playing games. He added a finger to his repertoire, sliding it up inside her, her body clenching at him, needing harder and more fulfillment than he was giving.

“More, Tyler. Please, more.”

He added a second finger and she groaned, arching upward. His finger hit the right spot inside her, and she saw stars behind her eyelids, screamed in a way that would have embarrassed her had she been even minimally more aware.

He thrust in and out, each time hitting that spot until she came hard, shuddering around him as he drew out her orgasm until she lay weak and exhausted for a short time. She came back to herself to find a gloriously naked Tyler leaning over her.

He brushed her hair off her cheek and grinned. “Sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

She felt a flush rise to her cheeks. “Well, you did good. Want a pat on the back?” she asked, grinning back.

“No, I want something more.”

“Me too,” she murmured, her exhaustion replaced by something else. Desire, heavy and thick, pulsed inside her once more. She glanced down at his thickening cock and reached out a hand, cupping him in her palm, feeling the smooth head, contrasting with all that hardness in her grip.

“Hands on the headboard,” he ordered, and she had no problem obeying his command. Especially since it meant he was going to take her hard and satisfy the ache he’d had no trouble creating.

He watched with glittering darkened eyes as she reached up and grabbed on to the slats behind her. Biting down on her lower lip, she drew a deep breath, mentally preparing herself for what was to come seconds before he grasped her hips and thrust home. That was the point when Ella realized she was deluding herself if she really thought she could classify Tyler Dare as just an affair.

Or as just anything. Because when he was inside of her like this, he was her everything.

Chapter Eight

Tyler woke up around ten the next morning. He let Ella sleep in and headed downstairs to walk around the local shops, buy a bathing suit and pair of pool shoes, along with a shirt since he planned to take her to a nicer dinner later tonight. He hadn’t planned on bringing her back to the hotel to have sex since he’d meant what he said about spending time together in other ways, but he wasn’t complaining about how easily they’d come together.