One Bossy Dare

“You are fucking dangerous,” he growls, giving words to the harsh thoughts in my head. He urges me up in his arms.

With both hands, he pulls my face to his.

When our lips touch, I hug him with a loud moan spilling from my throat.

I’m not like this.

I don’t go to pieces kissing strange, broody men on exotic beaches and aching for sex that’s guaranteed to complicate my life.

But with Cole, I become someone else.

Someone who melts into a puddle when I see the shine in his eyes as he dips his face to mine, knowing it can only mean one thing.

His kiss falls on my lips like a meteor, hot and intense enough to blind the high tropical sun.

I’m freaking electrified as our mouths collide, my life flashing before my eyes, his tongue swiping mine and then pushing in.

Not asking. Taking what he wants.

My toes scrunch up in my sandals. He seizes my bottom lip with his teeth and a low animal growl, only relenting to chase my tongue again.

His tongue delves against it, teasing and claiming, pulling a raw whimper from my throat.

“Oh.” I sigh, tumbling back with my mouth tingling.

For a second, we stare at each other, eyes searching for any last doubts. Though I’m honestly not sure if they would stop us.

It’s the only invitation he needs.

He grabs me again and hauls me onto his lap, pushing my legs around his muscular body. Our faces melt together.

He explores my mouth.

My tongue ravishes his.

His hands grip my waist, brushing my sides, my thighs, and finally wrapping behind me, squeezing me deliciously.

I hook my legs around him, loving how he isn’t afraid to be rough with my ass.

Oh.

Oh, shit.

I can feel him.

I can feel what he’s got and it’s so devilishly thick I gasp against his kiss.

He pulls back with laughter in his eyes. “Guess you see where the big ego comes from. I may be an arrogant bastard, Eliza, but I come by it honestly.”

When he moves, I’m so not ready.

His hips punch up, pushing between my legs, raking his hard, throbbing desire against me.

Holy hell!

The friction makes my eyes roll.

I bite my lip as his cock rubs my pussy through the fabric, as he rears back and thrusts against me several more times, each movement coming harder than the last.

This man wants me violently.

I’m sweating rivulets—and it has nothing to do with the hot sand under us.

God damn him.

I want more. So much more, but he’s my boss.

A strange, hurt beast who’ll command a heavy price if I let him drag me into bed.

I shouldn’t want it.

I shouldn’t focus all my energy on devouring his mouth, warring with his tongue, becoming paralyzed with pleasure as his fingers skim the waistband of my panties.

As his hand flicks under lace.

As he finds my clit and pinches it oh so softly—but still hard enough to make me push my face into his shoulder, where I bite down on his shirt.

It’s all I have to muffle this scream.

I have to end this.

Before we wind up having horizontal monkey-sex here on an open beach.

I have to—

“Fuck!” he snarls in my ear, so low and vicious it’s barely even human. “I could lick this raw, Eliza. I could give you a thousand of these sunsets with your pussy on my face.”

Foly Huck.

This kiss is enough, I lie to myself.

It’s the closeness I crave.

Everything else, his hand there, his crude promise that makes me so soaked I’m afraid I won’t even be able to walk—it’s too much. Too soon. Too tempting.

He must sense my confusion and the way I’m trembling because he pulls back.

His mingled scent of salt water and coffee and man is overwhelming. The strength of his arms still wrapped so tight consumes me.

“Eliza, if it’s too much—”

“No. Not if we stop now,” I whisper, smiling into his lust-lit eyes.

I swear, I could live in this moment forever.

For now, his kiss is enough, and I need to get my soul seated back in my body.

I’m slowly, reluctantly untangling myself from him and standing when a young voice calls, “Dad? Dad, where are you?”

Moment over.

Cole bolts to his feet so fast I almost topple over.

He’s too distracted to catch me. I shoot him a glare as I dust sand off my arms and legs, but I can’t hold too much of a grudge when I see the alarm on his face.

I sit down again a few safe paces away, grabbing the brew pipe.

“Daddy! Where are you?” Destiny shouts, sounding frantic.

“Here! Right here, sweetheart.” But by the time he says it, she’s already found us.

“Why? Why didn’t you take me?” Destiny stands behind me.

Cole looks at his daughter. “You said you didn’t like the beach.”

She pouts. “We’re in Hawaii, Dad. I have to try.”

“Sorry, Dess. I didn’t know you were ready.”

I raise an eyebrow. She’s fifteen and walks to the harbor daily. He’s acting like she’s three and she’s never seen water in her life, but she’s definitely got this mysterious phobia...