I trailed my finger down the center of his chest to the hem of his shirt and snuck under it to flick open the button of his jeans. “My job just got really complicated and I want to forget about it for an hour. Think you might be interested in—”
“Yeah. I’m fucking interested.” He interrupted what was going to be a saucy little question and closed his mouth over mine.
Thank God. I didn’t want to screw this up by inserting my foot in my mouth again. I was perfectly happy with his tongue instead. Good thing, because holy mercy, was it talented.
And he did not waste time. Did I mention thank God? Because I really didn’t want to think right now. My brain was still spinning with the quick change in my entire teaching plan.
He tugged my hair. “With me, darlin’. Or we don’t do this.”
“I’m here.” I snapped back into the moment and focused on his icy blue eyes. “I’m sorry. Please make me forget about today.” I could see the indecisiveness living in his frown lines. I reached up and brushed my finger down through the furrow. “None of this.” I boldly arrowed my touch down into his beard and tugged lightly.
It was short and very neat. I didn’t have to worry about something nesting in there like some men. So blond and dense with a touch of golden streaks just like his hair.
Like the outside wanted to give him a little shine.
Except he worked in a dark car shop, didn’t he? How did he get all those tan lines and streaky bits?
His other hand coasted down my ass and gripped tightly. “Stop getting all thinky or I’ll have to find a way to empty that mind of yours.”
“Oh, yeah?” I pushed up his shirt and went for his nipple. His chest was smooth and muscled. Where his face was dense with hair, his chest was hairless. Except for the line leading into the snap of his jeans.
No, that was definitely not smooth.
I didn’t know quite what I was doing. My ex had expected things, and I knew to do them, but it felt different with Dare. I wanted to touch and taste. I nipped at the side of his pectoral muscle and started to slide lower.
Instead of allowing me to go for the blow job I’d been intending—what man didn’t like that?—he cupped my face and dragged my mouth back up to his. The kiss was wild and dirty. There was no hiding from what he wanted.
And I so didn’t want to hide.
Reckless abandon ahoy.
He pushed at his jeans and the heavy thud of his work boots nearly clipped my toes. I lost my footing and bashed into him. Instead of annoyance, he used the momentum to spin me around to face the bed.
He curled his forearm around my waist as he pushed down my cutoffs. “Don’t need these.” He lifted me and dumped me on the naked mattress.
I shot a look over my shoulder. “Dare.”
He reached behind his neck and grabbed his T-shirt, dragging it over his head. “Yeah? You wanted to be distracted, right?” He kicked my legs apart. “I aim to provide.”
I collapsed onto my chest and struggled onto my elbows only to have him haul me up and move me higher on the bed.
“I need a little room, darlin’.” He lowered his mouth to the dip right above my butt.
I wiggled, suddenly nervous and uncomfortable. My butt was not my finest asset. A strangled giggle broke free. Asset indeed.
He pushed my shirt up with his nose. “Find this funny?”
“You probably wouldn’t.”
He tucked his hand under my belly and down between my thighs. “I prefer screams to laughter.”
I hissed out a breath that ended in a laugh. Something very hard, and very insistent dug into my thigh as he shoved my shirt higher. I definitely didn’t find that funny. Nope. Just wanted more of it. And not poking me there.
I shifted restlessly under his touch, trying to urge him higher. Suddenly, all the sunlight in my room was gone as my shirt got tangled in my hair as he tried to get it off me. I arched to help and he flipped the cups of my lacy bra up. His rough fingers abraded my skin and made my nipple tighten. “Holy crap, right there.”
He tugged harder. “Weren’t kidding with the rough. My hands aren’t for pretty skin like yours.”
I couldn’t see him, but his words were doing a very effective job. I put my head down and tried to get myself free. Dare decided to go for my panties instead. He inched back down my body and pulled them down as his mouth followed the trail.