Dare Me (Take Me 2)

Damen vowed, “That’s not ever going to be a problem for us.”

She kissed the side of his throat.

His hands shifted under the throw and skimmed beneath the hem of the Henley she wore, inching slowly upward, over her ribcage to her breasts. He massaged them with the gentle roughness that was teasing, yet bordered on insistent.

Making her hotter.

Then he whisked the shirt up and over her head, tossing it aside.

She moved just so, straddling his lap. Her arms wound around his neck and she pressed her bare chest to his as his mouth sealed to hers in a deep, fiery kiss.

His fingertips skated down her spine, leaving a ripple of heat in their wake. He palmed her ass cheeks and guided her into a smooth rhythm that had her rubbing against his hard cock through his boxer-briefs.

His kiss sizzled brighter, with need and sheer lust. Exciting her even more.

He’d been right. This was never going to be a problem for them. They naturally responded to each other. Vehemently. Wicked-fast. Wholeheartedly.

Nothing could slow them down or impede them when they were naked and entwined.

Eventually, he broke the kiss, so they could both pull in a measure of air. Her chest heaved against his and every nerve ending was sufficiently seared.

His hips raised and she worked his briefs down his legs. Then she was back in position and his cock nudged her opening and Nikki lowered herself onto him, taking him in slowly, inch by rock-hard inch.

His jaw tightened. His eyes blazed in the firelight.

She reveled in the feeling of him filling her, stretching her.

His hands cupped her ass again and he pressed her down with a bit more force. She gasped. And smiled.

“Sometimes I just can’t hold out,” he whispered. “Not when it comes to you.”

“Did you hear me complaining?” she playfully countered with his previous words.

He chuckled. Then he got serious.

Clearly determined to show her just how much she affected him…exactly how much he wanted her.

26

Damen would never deny there were dire consequences wrapped around his attraction to and his affection for Nikki Kane. His desperate need for her.

Those consequences, however, always took a backseat to the reality of what they shared when they were naked and twisted up in each other.

Her fingers curled at his nape and her breasts pressed to his chest as she rode him slowly, sensuously, with guidance from his hands on her ass.

She kissed him languidly, leisurely, as though they had all the time in the world. And when they were this ensnared, it was also as though they had no cares in the world.

Of course, that was not the case. Yet everything else seemed to fall by the wayside when he was deep inside her and she was moving with him and their lips were tangling and their breaths were rasping in perfect sync. He was pretty damn certain their pulses were in harmony as well, seductively hitching.

It wasn’t exactly clever of him to be so far under her spell. But Damen knew it was mutual. Otherwise, she would have walked out on him. At the very least, she would have kept her back to him, crossed to the bed and slept in it alone.

She’d wanted to be with him, though.

That spoke volumes to him. Told him that it was imperative they work out all the kinks. Because this was too raw and honest to let go of. Too significant to lose.

“You feel amazing,” she whispered against his lips, in between their sexy kisses.

His cock stroked her inner walls and she squeezed him firmly, released him, then squeezed again. Making it difficult to keep up the provocative tempo in lieu of a quicker, more insistent one.