“But you’re going to? In spectacular fashion?” she asked, her tone soft and inviting now.
“No more questions, Steph. Your turn is up. It’s mine now. So, what’ll it be? Truth or dare?”
She licked her lips and raised an eyebrow. “Dare.”
Smart woman. She was smarter than he was. Or maybe she just wanted the same thing—a dare to match the truth.
“I dare you to kiss me right now,” he said with a grin, knowing she wasn’t going to back down, because this woman backed down from absolutely nothing.
She inched closer.
He raised a hand in a stop sign. “I need to give you fair warning. This time, I’m not going to stop at just kissing you. I’m not going to stop at the backseat of the car. I’m not going to stop until I am buried deep inside you, and you’re coming undone screaming my name.”
Her eyes glinted. “You’d better not stop.”
He was about to break a cardinal rule. He could blame it on days of island sunshine. Hell, he could claim the last few weeks of gray skies before he came here were at fault. Even chocolate could be the cause.
But as he roped his fingers in her hair and pressed his lips to hers, there was no blaming anything but the good old-fashioned fact that he was a man who wanted a woman.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Up the stairs. Down the hall. At the door to her room.
His lips were on her neck, making her shiver. His hands were in her hair, turning her on wildly. He couldn’t stop touching her, and she wanted his hands everywhere. Loved how he was relentless in his quest to be as close to her as possible. Her whole body vibrated with desire.
As she reached into her purse for the card key, Jake scorched a trail of kisses along the back of her neck that made her knees go weak. She grasped the doorframe so she wouldn’t stumble.
“You keep doing that right now, I may not even be able to get the door open,” she said, her voice like a feather, her hand slipping as she tried to slide the key through the lock.
“Let me help,” he said, taking the key and sliding it through.
“Showing off your lock-picking skills?”
“No. Showing off how much I want to get inside this room and have you,” he said, his tone rough and commanding. He pushed open the door.
The card fell somewhere on the floor. Who knew? Who cared? She was alone in her room with him. The air-conditioning whirred faintly, and the moon glowed through the glass door of the balcony. He backed her up against the wall.
“Can’t wait,” he said, as if she needed an excuse for why they couldn’t even make it to the bed.
He planted a searing kiss on her mouth that sent the temperature in her even higher. He broke the kiss and traveled down her body, along her neck, past her breasts and her belly. He was close. So close to where she wanted him, and she ached. Simply ached.
“Beautiful,” he murmured as he kneeled on the floor, pushed up her skirt, and reached for the waistband of her pink cotton panties. Her breath turned erratic as a pulse beat between her legs. In one quick move he pulled her panties to her ankles. She barely stepped out of them before he had molded his hands to the inside of her thighs and kissed her there.
Right there.
Where she wanted him. Where she craved him.
Oh God, it felt so damn good. She cried out from the instantaneous crash of pleasure into every corner of her body. Closing her eyes, she gave in to the wild sensations racing through her. He kissed her wetness, flicking his tongue across her most sensitive spot.
Her hands shot into his hair, so soft and thick between her fingers. Quickly, they set a rhythm. She rocked against his mouth, her fingers tightening in his hair, as he licked and kissed and savored. He thrust his tongue inside her and she gasped, racing toward the edge of bliss. Seeing it, chasing it, seeking it out.
Close. So damn close.
“That’s right. This is your first,” he said, his deep, raspy voice thrilling her as he briefly broke contact then returned to her.
She rocked into his face, and he moaned as he consumed her. His own sounds were some of the sexiest she’d ever heard, the soundtrack of his own desire for her.
He groaned as he licked.
That was all she needed.
She shattered. Riding his face. Standing up against the wall. Him on his knees. A chorus of oh Gods echoing in the night, like aftershocks as pleasure rippled through her body.
He rose, cupped the back of her head, and arched a playful eyebrow. “Let’s make it a double now.”
She breathed out hard, still riding the waves of a powerful orgasm. “What will you do for your encore?”
The answer came as he unzipped his shorts and rolled on a condom.
Thank Christ.
He couldn’t hold out any longer. Couldn’t wait. Couldn’t deny this.
He’d wanted her since he first laid eyes on her, and he was finally, finally, finally going to have her. She’d been under his skin all week long, and every encounter had amped up his want. Now, that desire ran deeper, beyond the physical. He liked her so much more than he should, more than he had room for in his life. But he ignored all the risks, because this moment was one he wanted to savor in his body.
Every second of it.
He rubbed his erection against her slick heat, his breath hissing at that first delirious contact. “You feel amazing,” he said, then slid into her.
Better than he’d imagined. Hotter, tighter, and more intense than in his fantasies. They fit perfectly.
She gasped, her lips falling open. She looked so deliciously sexy like that, so vulnerable, too. That’s what was undoing him. How much he wanted all of her.