Dare Me (Take Me 2)

She released him and stood, her hands skimming up his body, until she twined her arms around his neck.

She pressed herself against his bare muscles and rubbed a bit, making him grumble, “I need you out of these clothes. Now.”

He sat on the edge of the mattress. Nikki climbed onto his lap, straddling it.

Damen worked off her boots and socks as she kissed her way up his thick, corded neck. She nipped at his earlobe, making him groan.

His hands slipped under her sweater to cup her breasts through her lacy bra. He kneaded the mounds and toyed with the puckered peaks with his thumbs.

“You’re getting me all hot and bothered,” she murmured against his lips.

“So you know how I feel.”

“At least you’re naked.”

“An easy fix,” he told her.

He hauled the sweater over her head and it, too, pooled on the floor. One flick of the clasp at her back and her bra followed.

His mouth sealed hers just as he eased himself down to the bed. He pushed her leggings and panties over her hips and thighs and she wiggled out of them.

“Better,” he murmured.

And then he was inside her and sitting up again, plunging deep. So deep, Nikki gasped.

His hands on her hips led her into a sexy rhythm and they moved together slowly, sensuously, while gazing into each other’s eyes.

Emotion swelled within Nikki as much as desire did.

She was wholly in love with Damen. She couldn’t deny it. She couldn’t even run and hide from it.

Though, in a sense, she would be attempting that when she walked out the door tomorrow morning.

Physically.

Yet… In her heart… She’d harbor this love. She’d accept this love.

She’d also accept that they were two very different people with two very different agendas, two very different missions.

Despite them being on a perfectly aligned trajectory right this very second.

Damen kissed her again and it was as sweet as it was scorching. A mingling of need and intense yearning, combined with a desperation that stemmed from his knowing their time together was fleeting.

Nikki could easily interpret the mixed emotions and the way a part of him acknowledged he had her in his arms tonight, but come tomorrow…

“Just keep making love to me,” she whispered as she broke the kiss and stared into his eyes again. “For now… This is all that matters, Damen.”

48

In the morning, Nikki whispered in his ear, “Waking up in your arms is where I want to be. But you know I have to leave, right? I have my own quest. My own path. And you have…a lot of work to do, Damen.”

“If you’re worried you’ll distract me from hunting down terrorists, I’ll say… You do possess that ability.”

He rolled to his side, forcing her onto her back. Her legs willingly spread and he settled between them. He was naked and already hard for her and Nikki had no qualms about that.

“Sometimes, we exist in a perfect world,” she agonizingly mused. “Usually this time of the day, or late at night.”

“And you don’t think that means something significant?” he quietly urged as he slid inside her.