A Little Dare - Brenda Jackson [46]
“Come with me. I’ve got a place set up for us.”
Nodding, she let him lead her off the back porch and through a thicket of trees to a spot hidden by low overhanging branches, a place they had once considered theirs. It was dark, but she was able to make out the blanket that had been spread on the ground. As always, he had thought ahead. He had planned her seduction well this night.
“Where did you park your car?” she asked wondering how he had managed things.
“At the station. I walked from there, using the back way. And nobody saw me.”
She nodded. Evidently he had read her mind. From the information she had gotten from Ms. Kate earlier today, the town was buzzing about AJ, wondering if Dare was actually too dim-witted to figure out her son was his.
She met his gaze, which was illuminated by the moonlight. “Thanks for the flowers. They’re beautiful. You didn’t have to send them.”
“I wanted to send them, Shelly.”
He drew in a deep breath, and she saw that his gaze was glued to her mouth just as hers was glued to his. She couldn’t help but think of the way he tasted, the hunger and intense desire that was still blatant in his loins, making his erection even bigger. Their need for each other had never been this sharp, all-consuming.
“I want you, Shelly,” he whispered gently, pulling her down to the blanket with him.
She went willingly, without any resistance, letting him know that she wanted the intimacy of this night as much as he did. She wanted to lose herself in him in the same way he wanted to lose himself in her. Totally. Completely.
She didn’t say a word as he gently pushed her robe from her shoulders, and then pulled her nightgown over her head. Nor did she utter a sound when his fingers caressed her breasts then tweaked her nipples before moving lower, past her rib cage and her stomach until he reached the area between her legs.
When he touched her there, dipped into her warmth, her breathing quickened and strained and she almost cried out.
“You’re so wet,” his voice rumbled against her lips. “All I could think about over the last couple of days is devouring you, wanting the taste of you on my tongue.
Heat built within her body as he pushed her even more over the edge, making her whimper in pleasure. And when pleasure erupted inside her with the force of a tidal wave, he was there to intensify it.
He kissed the scream of his name from her lips, again taking control of her mouth. The kiss was sensual, the taste erotic and it fueled her fire even more. She had ten years to make up for, and somehow, she knew, he was well aware of that.
When her body ceased its trembling, he pulled back, ending their kiss, and stood to remove his clothes. She looked up at him as he tossed his T-shirt aside. He appeared cool and in control as he undressed in front of her, but she knew he was not. His gaze was on her, and she again she connected with it. It felt like a hot caress.
She watched as he eased down his jeans, and she gasped. Her mouth became moist, her body got hungrier. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and his erection sprang forth—full of life, eager to please and ready to go. The tip seemed to point straight at her, and the only thing she could think about was the gigantic orgasm she knew Dare would give her.
Anticipation surged within her when he kicked his jeans aside and stood before her completely naked. And her senses began overflowing with the scent of an aroused man.
An aroused man who was ready to mate with an aroused woman.
She then noticed the condom packet he held in his hand. It seemed he had planned her seduction down to the last detail. She watched as he readied himself to keep her safe. Inhaling deeply when the task was done, he lifted his head and met her gaze.
“This is where you tell me to stop, Shelly, and I will.”
She knew him, trusted him and realized that what he’d said was true. No matter how much he wanted her, he would never force himself