Dare To Tempt (Dare Nation 2)
“I like that smile,” Damon said in a gruff morning voice.
She glanced up to see him leaning against the doorframe wearing a low-slung pair of sweats and nothing more. She took in his muscular frame from the top of his shoulders down to his bare feet. Even those were sexy.
“Good morning,” she said, taking a sip of her coffee, her gaze never leaving his.
“It’s a great morning. After an even better night.” Striding over, he leaned down and pressed his mouth to hers, parting her lips and tasting her with his tongue, leaving a hint of mint in his wake. She moaned at the delicious invasion.
He lifted his head. “Any idea what time your brother will be here?” he asked.
She shook her head. “But I can text him.” She picked up her phone and sent Mack a message. He answered immediately. “Since we’re up, he said he’d come by in an hour.”
“Plenty of time then.” His slow smile caused flutters in her stomach that only increased when he took her hand and pulled her to her feet.
“What are you doing?”
He grasped her hips and lifted her onto the island in the middle of the kitchen, also granite like the table.
“Ack! It’s cold!” She’d pulled on his shirt and it dropped to her knees, but her nearly bare ass was freezing on the granite.
He grinned. “Not to worry. I’m going to warm you up.” He eased her back against the stone counter.
Next thing she knew, he hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties and yanked them down and off. He spread her legs, bent down, and licked the seam of her thigh, teasing her with gentle flicks and nips. He held open her sex and pulled her into his mouth, devouring her, sucking and nibbling on her clit.
She arched up her hips, wanting more. The man had a golden talent with his tongue, and she was on the edge almost instantly. When he bit down lightly, she started to come. Gripping the edge of the counter, she writhed back and forth, her hips lifting, grinding against him until she came down from the high to which he’d taken her.
“Holy hell,” she muttered, her legs dangling from the granite top.
He lifted her up to a sitting position. “See? You aren’t thinking about being cold now, are you?”
“Nope. But I am thinking about this.” She slid off the counter and lowered herself to her knees, taking his sweats down next. “I didn’t get a chance to taste you yet.”
He let out a rough groan and kicked the pants off to the side. She looked at his thick erection and knew this wouldn’t be easy. He was a large man, but she wanted to make him feel good. And she really wanted to see her effect on him.
She reached out and gripped him, running her hand over the velvety steel of his cock, using the pre-come on the tip to lubricate her palm.
“Harder,” he said in a gruff tone.
Happy to accommodate him, she grasped him tighter and pulled back and forth, tugging on his hard flesh until he was thrusting into her hand. Only then did she release her clasp and guide him into her open mouth.
As she closed her lips around as much of him as she could take, he shuddered, his fingers coming to rest on her head.
“Fuck. You feel so good. Warm and wet.” He jerked his hips forward, and she relaxed her mouth, letting him slide in deeper, doing her best to handle him.
She rested her hands on his thighs, and he began to move, gliding out and in, picking up a rhythm yet stopping short of hitting the back of her throat. She sucked, her lips surrounding his thick erection, and he groaned, his hips moving faster until he let go, spurting in her mouth, his entire body trembling as he came.
She released him to catch her breath but she was very pleased at how fast she’d made him climax and how hard he’d orgasmed.
Looking up at him, she grinned. “Good?”
“The best.”
He helped her to her feet and pulled her close for a deep, warm kiss that pushed past all those boundaries she’d tried to put back after walking out of his bedroom this morning.
Then, as if he woke up with her in his bed and kitchen every morning, he strode over to make himself a cup of coffee.
Her gaze fell to his broad back and she sighed. He was easy to like. To have fun with. And she could fall for him so effortlessly, but she needed to remind herself that’s all this was.
Fun and short-term.
* * *
Damon dressed, then leaned against the armoire in the bedroom and groaned, listening to the blow dryer in the bathroom. He’d convinced Evie to share a shower that was just a shower before her brother arrived. No sex had been involved, but he’d never look at soap and not think of the way she’d leaned over and lathered her legs, her stomach, and her breasts again.