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"Yes. Are you?"
"Too fucking ready."
I push past him to close the door, and I take his hand. "Then shut up and kiss me."
He smiles. "I knew you were bossy." He pulls a condom from his pocket, tosses it on the bed, and wraps his arms around me.
In one swift motion, he lifts me. He carries me to the bed, lies me on my back, climbs on top of me.
There's something satisfying about the weight of his body against mine. His strength isn't overwhelming. It's comforting.
Because I know he'll always use it to protect me.
I trust him.
I really do.
I take his hand and slip it between my legs.
He rubs me over my panties. The friction is overwhelming. It's been a long, long time, and knowing Dare is the person touching me—
It feels too good.
Way too good.
My eyes flutter closed. My fingers dig into the skin of his back.
He brings his lips to mine as he pushes the fabric aside.
I nearly come from the contact of his thumb on my clit. It's intense. Almost too intense.
But I need more too.
I kiss him back. He draws slow circles with his digit. Again and again, pushing me closer and closer.
The tension inside me winds tighter and tighter.
With the next brush of his thumb, I fall over the edge. I groan against his mouth as I come.
Pleasure spills through my limbs, my sex pulsing, my thighs shaking, my entire body satisfied and in need at once.
"Fuck." He rubs me through my orgasm, then presses his lips to my neck. "That's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
"Dare—"
"Yeah, vixen?"
Vixen. I almost want to laugh at the irony. But the pet name makes my stomach flutter and my heart race. I need that, too. I love that too. "Fuck me." I find the waistband of his jeans and undo the button.
"Lesson worked." He smiles.
"Now." I undo the zipper and rub him over his boxers. Soft fabric against hardness. The contrast is so damn inviting. Or maybe that's the feeling of him in my hand. "Please."
He lets out another low, deep groan. That's what does it. The please.
He slides out of his jeans and boxers, rips the foil packet, rolls the rubber over his cock.
Why is that so sexy?
When did he get so sexy?
It's wrong, but I can't find a reason to complain.
He positions his body over mine.
I wrap my legs around his hips.
His tip strains against me. Then he sinks into me, one sweet inch at a time.
The sensation is overwhelming. The physical fullness. The pleasure. The softness of my body yielding to his.
I dig my nails into his back.
He runs his lips over my neck. "Too much?"
"Just right."
He groans as he shifts back and drives into me again. "You sure?"
"No." I arch my hips to meet him. "More."
"Fuck, Val."
"Now."
He drives into me again. "You feel too fucking good." Again. "Like heaven."
My body yields in response. My lips find his neck. My hand finds his hair. My hips shift.
He rocks into me again.
Slowly to start.
Then harder and faster, until he's just right.
"Don't stop," I groan into his neck.
He kisses me as he drives into me again.
My lips part. My tongue dances with his. My need pours into him.
We're connected everywhere.
And I need him everywhere.
Every thrust winds me tighter.
Tighter.
Until I'm so, so close.
But that's not enough either.
So I shift my hips a little higher so he's right where I need him.
There.
Perfect.
We move together, in time, as one, until he's there, groaning against my lips, pulsing inside me.
There's something about the feeling of his orgasm.
Something pure and visceral.
It pulls me over the edge.
I hold him close as I come, groaning his name into his lips, pulsing around him.
He works me through my orgasm, then he pulls back, untangles our bodies, catches his breath. "Fuck, vixen."
"You mean that?"
"When do I say shit I don't mean?"
"All the time."
"Never after this." He takes care of the condom and climbs back into bed. "You're perfect."
"Like our first kiss?"
"No." He wraps his arms around me and pulls me under the sheets. "This time, we both know it's real."
Chapter Thirty-One
VAL
Have I ever felt this safe?
Is it even possible to feel this safe?
I close my eyes and reopen them to double-check my state of consciousness.
Yes, I'm in my bed, tangled in my soft white sheets and my best friend's limbs, but I'm not dreaming.
For a long time, I sink into the space. I soak in the sensation of his skin against mine. The sheer physical bliss of it.
A whole different side of desire.
The soft, emotional, intimate side.
Who knew either of us were capable?
Dare holds me close, running his fingertips over my outer thigh, tracing a line down to my knee, then back up to my hip bone, again and again.
"Are you falling asleep on me?" He presses his lips to my neck.
I shake my head.
"You can."
"I might miss round two."
