I Dare You (Truth And Dare Duet 2)

My sex clenched in response. “It’s not fair,” I whispered. “I can’t push you away if you keep saying things like this, whispering these words… You’re making this so much harder, Maddox.”

His teeth nipped the side of my neck. His hand curled around my throat, and he turned my head to the side, his lips brushing against mine.

Kiss me.

That was the only thought I had before his mouth was on mine. He didn’t pause, didn’t wait for me to think, didn’t wait for me to catch my breath…

Soft but demanding.

Gentle but passionate.

Sweet but all-consuming.

Fire licked through my veins, and my body went soft in his arms. For a short second, my world felt off balance, before it finally felt… right. Every part of me came alive, as the drums crashed and banged in my chest. My soul cried in triumph, as I finally allowed myself to… feel.

Maybe this was the moment I fell for him. Recklessly. Irrevocably. Wholly.

Maybe this was the moment I realized I never wanted to let go.

We kissed, like two drowning lovers lost at sea, our lips seeking each other amidst the crashing waves. Lips. Tongue. Teeth. We kissed like it was the end, and our lips would never meet again. The rhythm of our hearts matched our crazed desperation. Maddox tasted of all things holy and sinful in this world; he tasted like every forbidden thought I had at night coming true.

He tasted like red wine, and I was a little heady, a little drunk on him.

Our lips parted from each other, as we caught our breath, chests heaving.

“Bend over. Pull your dress up,” Maddox rasped in my ear.

I swallowed, my heart racing, and my stomach clenching with anticipation. His fingers unwrapped around my throat, but I could still feel their searing touch on my flesh, as if he had marked me. His hands lowered to my waist, and his fingers gripped my hips. Maddox brushed his nose along the length of my nape.

I exhaled a shuddering breath. “People are going to see.”

The buildings were so close to each other, anyone could see us if they were looking out of their windows. And what if… the waiter walked in on us?

His chest rumbled with a growly sound. “Let them. I want the world to see me owning this sweet pussy. Bend over, Lila. Now. Show me how wet you are for me, and I’ll give you what you need.”

My eyes widened at the command in his voice, and my body bent to his will, before I could really process what was happening.

“I’m waiting.” His voice had hardened, a slight gruff in his tone. “Your dress, Lila,” Maddox reminded me, when I stayed bent over the railing.

My trembling hands clenched the fabric of my silk dress, and I slowly slid it up. I couldn’t see his face, but his eyes were practically burning holes into my back.

Warm. Intense. Hard.

I pulled my dress up over my ass, and it bunched around my hips, as I stayed bent over. The thong I wore barely covered my flesh. My ass cheeks were on display, my bare legs shaking, as I tried to keep myself still for him.

This was highly inappropriate.

But maybe it was why… the fact that it was inappropriate…had me wanting more. I grew damp between my thighs, my wetness coating my underwear. My body was tight with anticipation.

“Maddox,” I breathed, waiting for him to say something… to touch me.

But he stayed eerily quiet. I could hear his breathing, could feel him behind me, but he didn’t make a move to touch me.

His legs brushed against mine, and I let an involuntary shudder. The fabric of his pants seemed to feel rougher against my skin, even though I knew that wasn’t the case. I just felt more… in tune with Maddox. My body was hyperaware of every touch, every breath… every movement.

When he finally touched me…I almost moaned in relief.

The tips of his fingers brushed across my back, and his hands slid down to my ass. He cupped it almost possessively, before moving closer. His body molded over me, bringing his chest firmly against my back. Maddox kicked my legs open, forcing them further apart.

The slight coldness of the railing seeped through my dress, as I kept my chest pressed against it. My nipples pebbled, and my lips parted, a silent gasp escaping.

He rubbed his palms over my ass, caressing the soft globes. His voice lowered to a throaty timbre. “What am I going to do with you.”

I licked my lips. “Was that a question?”

“No, a statement.” Two fingers slid inside my thong and between the crease of my ass, rubbing the soft spot there. Right…there. Holy shit! I clenched and bit on my lip, hard. “I’m going to do a lot of things to you, Lila.”

I gasped with mock indignation. “You won’t…”