Dare Me (Take Me 2)

Damen tugged gently on her hand, moving them toward the bed.

There was a fire in the hearth and no other illumination, other than the flickering flames. The window treatments were pulled back and the snow continued to fall, the slivers of moonlight through the cloud cover making them glimmer and shimmer as they fell.

Nikki shouldn’t let Damen seduce her with an enticing wintry setting and his sexy grin.

But it truly was impossible to resist him.

He was so gorgeous, so chiseled and so perfect. His blue eyes glowed mesmerizingly and it was no wonder Nikki was instantly hypnotized and letting him lead her as he walked backward to the bed and she followed him.

When they reached their destination, she stepped into his embrace. Her hands ran along the grooves of his abs in the opening of his suit jacket.

She didn’t really bother to draw this out… She gripped fistfuls of his crisp shirt and yanked it from the waist of his pants. Then she started slipping buttons through their holes, from the hem all the way up to his tie. Nikki made quick work of loosening the knot, but it was an impatient Damen who ripped one end from his neck and tossed the tie aside.

She finished freeing the little disks at his throat before he whipped the shirt and his jacket off his broad shoulders, letting them drop to the floor, not even caring about the wrinkles the three-thousand-dollar designer suit would incur.

He was too preoccupied with moving onto his belt. He hastily unfastened the buckle and the button on his pants, then slid the zipper down its track.

The zing made an erotic vibration through the quiet air.

Nikki knew they should say something about how they were venturing into dangerous territory by getting tangled up with each other one more time.

She couldn’t say a word.

She helped to shove Damen’s pants and boxer-briefs over his hips and down his thighs as he was toeing off his shoes. Then she was on her knees, divesting him fully of his clothing.

Her gaze slid upward, taking in every glorious inch of him.

Every glorious inch. Her eyes lingered on his erection and then swept over his abs and his pecs, also noting his bulging biceps. When she finally reached his face, the only thing the man was wearing was an amused grin. A sexy smirk, really.

He said, “You never fail to get the adrenaline pumping in my veins, Nik.”

“You never fail to break my restraint,” she countered. “I wasn’t going to do this again. But…” Her hands lightly glided up his thighs.

He pulled in a sharp breath.

Her fingers curled around his base and she stroked him slowly, upward to his tip and back to his root.

Damen’s jaw clenched.

Nikki’s pulse hitched.

She leaned into him and her tongue grazed his velvety skin, warm and slightly salty. She teased the underside of his head, then the tiny indentation on top, fluttering softly, while her fingers applied a bit more pressure on his shaft.

Damen swept away strands of hair from her face and then trailed his fingertips along her temple.

“You are so amazingly beautiful…and I love watching you do that to me.”

“I thoroughly enjoy doing this to you.” Her lips closed over him and she took him deep in her mouth, hearing Damen’s breaths turn harsh.

Her head bobbed slightly as she nearly relinquished him, then drew him farther in.

“Fuck… Nik…”

His dark tone sent a wave of excitement through her.

Her hand on his thigh cupped his balls and massaged tenderly as she continued to stroke him with her tongue, very lightly whisk her teeth over his sensitive flesh, then suck him a bit harder.

“Don’t make me come,” he warned. “Jesus, Nik. I want to be inside you when I do.”