A Little Dare - Brenda Jackson [36]
Shelly swallowed and met his gaze. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Dare.”
“I do. It’s a beautiful night and I think we should enjoy it before saying goodnight.”
Enjoy it or enjoy each other? Shelly was tempted to ask, but decided she wouldn’t go there with Dare. Once he got her in that swing that would be the end of it. Or the beginning of it, depending on the way you looked at it. Her body was responding to him in the most unsettled and provocative way tonight. All he had to do was to touch her one time and…
“Let me give you what you need, Shelly.”
He saw her chin lift defiantly, and he saw the way she frowned at him. “And what makes you think that you know what I need?”
“Your legs.”
She raised a confused brow. “What about my legs?”
“They’re crossed, and pretty damn tight.”
Shelly’s heart missed a beat and the throbbing between her legs increased. He had remembered. A long, seemingly endless moment of silence stretched out between them. She could see his features. They were as tight as her legs were crossed. And the gaze that held hers was like a magnet, drawing her in, second by tantalizing second.
She shook her head, trying to deny her body what it wanted, what it evidently needed, but it had a mind of its own and wasn’t adhering to any protest she was making. The man sitting on the swing watching her, waiting for her, had a history of being able to pleasure her in every possible way. He knew it and she knew it as well.
Breathing deeply, she found herself slowly crossing the porch toward him, out of the light and into the darkness, out from temptation and into a straight path that led to seduction. She came to a stop between his spread knees and when their legs touched, she sucked in a deep breath at the same time she heard him suck in one, too. And when she felt his hand reach under her skirt skimming her inner thigh, her knees almost turned to mush.
His voice was husky and ultra sexy when he spoke. “This morning I had to know if your mouth still knew me. Now I want to find out if this,” he said, gliding his warm hand upward, boldly touching the crotch of her panties, “knows me as well.”
Her eyes fluttered closed and she automatically reached out and placed both hands on his shoulders for support. A part of her wanted to scream Yes! Her body knew him as the last man…the only man…to stake a claim in this territory, but she was incapable of speech. All she could do was stand there and wait to see what would happen next and hope she could handle it.
She didn’t have to wait long; the tips of Dare’s fingers slowly began messaging the essence of her as he relentlessly stroked his hand over the center of her panties.
“You’re hot, Shelly,” he said, his voice huskier than before. “Sit down in my lap facing me.”
Dare had to move his body forward then sideways for her to accommodate his request. The arrangement brought her face just inches from his. His hand was still between her legs.
He leaned forward and captured her mouth, giving her a kiss that made the one they’d shared that morning seemed complacent. Her senses became frenzied and aroused, and the feel of his hand stroking her only added to her turmoil. And when she felt his fingers inch past the edge of her bikini panties, she released a deep moan.
“Yeah, baby, that’s the sound I want to hear,” he said after releasing her lips. “Open your legs a little wider and tell me how you like this.”
Before she could completely comply with his request, he slid three fingers inside her, and when he found that too tight a fit, backed out and went with two. “You’re pretty snug in there, baby,” he whispered as his fingers began moving in and out of her in a rhythm meant to drive her insane. “How do you like this?”
“I love it,” she whispered, clenching his shoulders with her hands. “Oh, Dare, it’s been so long.”
He leaned closer and traced the tips of her lips with his tongue before moving to nibble at her ear. She was about to go up in smoke, and he couldn’t help but wonder how long it had been for her, since this was