“Want to take care of you,” he said. “Come on.”
CHAPTER 20
Dare was fucking shell-shocked. There was no other way to put it. With her honesty, her bravery, her guileless pursuit of pleasure, Haven Randall had knocked him on his metaphorical ass. And he didn’t know what to do about any of it. Given that he was planning to send her away and all.
He pulled Haven into the shower with him and moved her under the warm rushing water. He didn’t know what he was doing, or even exactly why he was doing it. Every bit of what was happening here fell into the category of firsts. Bringing a woman to his home instead of to the club. Seducing her in his private space. Wanting to take care of her, and maybe even be taken care of in return. Taking the risk of opening himself up, when he knew all the ways that could go wrong.
Which was when it occurred to him that Haven wasn’t the only one with a list of things she wanted in her life—though of the two of them, she’d been the one brave enough to figure that shit out and go after it, whereas Dare felt a whole lot like he’d been stumbling around in the dark his whole life.
Until now.
Until Haven.
“It’s still raining,” she said, her gaze on the dark gray afternoon visible through the window as the water cascaded over her head. “I hadn’t even realized.”
Dare arched a brow. “That’s good. Because I would’ve been doing a piss poor job of pleasing you if you still had brain cells left to think about the weather.”
A shy grin rose up on her pretty face, and her eyes cut back to his. “I’d say I was well pleased.”
The comment made him feel ten feet tall. After all the wrong that’d been done to her, Dare wanted to do right by Haven. In every way he could. Maybe he wasn’t good enough for her, or even good for her at all, given how screwed in the head he was about his past. But she seemed to want him, and as long as she did, he’d take care of her right.
He stroked his hands over her wet hair, and she tilted her head back, exposing her throat. He couldn’t help but taste her there, to taste the water from her skin. She released a contented sigh that reached into his chest and poked at things not used to being poked at.
His cock stirred against her belly. From the closeness. From her satisfaction. From everything she was making him feel and think and want.
Tentatively, her hands grasped his sides. And slowly slid down until they paused on his hips. She brought her head upright, those beautiful blue eyes assessing and observing him.
Dare grasped her right hand and slid it to his now erect cock, circling his hand around hers on his rigid length. Haven’s mouth dropped open. “You can touch me,” he said. “Any way, anything you want.”
Her tightening grip ripped through him like an electrical current, hot and fast.
“That’s it,” he said, bracing one hand on the shower wall over her shoulder.
She licked her lips and looked down, watching herself pump him. Dare released her hand to let her set the pace, his arousal ratcheting up hard and fast despite the powerful orgasm she’d just pulled out of him. Haven might’ve been inexperienced, but she wasn’t prudish, and she wasn’t bashful when it came to sex and pleasure. And the combination of curious and eager was a fucking killer to his self-control.
“I want to put my mouth on you,” she said.
Case in point. Jesus. He tipped her face up and bored his eyes into hers. “Say that again.”
Eyes hooded, lips glossy wet, her expression was filled with desire. “I want to put my mouth on you. Here.” She squeezed his cock at the base, sending a jolt of arousal through him. “I want to make you feel the same way you made me feel.”
Hand in her hair, Dare kissed her hard. “Then suck me with that pretty little mouth.”
Slowly, Haven sank to her knees onto the shower floor, her face coming up even with his jutting cock. She peered up at him through wet eyelashes, not even aware of how beautiful and brave and sensual she was. She grasped his cock by the base and bathed his head in a long, slow lick.
“Fuck,” he rasped, one hand still braced on the wall, the other cupping the side of her head.
She licked him until he was ready to beg for her to suck, but she beat him to it, wrapping her lips around his length and sliding down, sliding deep. The moan she unleashed shot right to his balls, making him want to rut and rock into her mouth. But he kept his hips still, letting her explore him and torture him with pleasure.