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Her chin lifted. "And a dare's all it takes? Are you certain you can do it without help?"
She was crazy. She had accused him of being insane, but as she watched the dark lust flash through his eyes again, she wondered if she wasn't the one who had lost her mind.
"Oh how brave," he whispered, part playful, part dark eroticism.
"Baby, anything you've known while taking both Khalid and me is nothing compared to what you'll know now. "
"Holding back on me then?" She arched as his fingers grazed the silken crotch of her panties. "Shame on you, Chase. "
Her voice was rough, her confidence not really everything it should have been as she felt her excitement growing.
He clicked his tongue at her. "Shame on you, sweetheart, because you just bought yourself the edge. "
Chapter 18
Kia had no idea what the edge was, but she had a feeling it was going to go way beyond mere pleasure. Touching Chase, being touched by him, was an adventure each time. The adventure she had craved all her life, the challenge and the daring wild ride into sensations she had only fantasized about.
She tugged at the bonds that held her wrists. She was helpless; she felt helpless, sensually and erotically helpless.
She should have been frightened, she was sure. She should have been hesitant about allowing him to control her sensuality in this way. But her sensuality reveled in it. She reveled in it.
"You can pull back at any time, sugar. " His smile was pure, erotic demand. "If you pull back, you lose your bet. "
The challenge was clear.
Kia let her own laughter whisper past her lips, though it was strained, filled with nervous anticipation.
"You can't come before I do, Chase," she informed him and watched his expression crease with a grimace of both pleasured anticipation and wariness. "If you get off, then you lose. "
She wasn't about to give him any edge. If he wanted to make his own rules, then she could make hers as well.
"That wasn't in the deal. " He chuckled, but there was an edge of rueful acceptance in his expression.
"It is now. I'm tied, literally. You're not. You get off, and I win. "
Excitement pounded through her, rushed through her brain, her veins, each nerve ending. She could feel a wild eroticism growing inside her, matching the dark hunger that flickered in Chase's expression now.
This was what she had always sensed inside him. Something wild and untamed, something to match and counter the fierce, reckless hunger she had always fought within herself.
There was no surrender. She could feel it burning between both of them. He was the more experienced. This sensual world was his erotic playground, and rather than stepping in slowly, she was jumping into it with both feet.
And loving it.
She was certain she would win. She could tell he was certain he would win. She might come so many times she was exhausted, but she had never passed out in her life. She wasn't going to start now.
Chase restrained his next grin. Instead he cupped her pussy, stroked it, and felt the damp heat beneath the crotch of her panties.
She was already fiery wet, aroused and ready for him. And daring him with every look from those mysterious, brilliant eyes.
He knew exactly how to get what he wanted. He knew she wasn't experienced enough, wasn't jaded enough, to control the strength of the orgasm he would give her. When he finally gave it to her.
It took patience. It would take pushing her into an arousal that would leave her wet with sweat, begging, pleading. And he would hear her pleas far longer than he was certain she wanted to scream them out to him.
And there was nothing he loved better than pushing a woman to that point. Nothing more torturous, more pleasurable than taking a woman to that particular high and watching her fall over.
"Poor Kia," he whispered as he ripped the shreds of her camisole from her body. "Don't bother begging, baby. It won't help. "
She smiled. A seductive, feminine smile that had his cock twitching.
