Dare to Touch (11 page)

“Good because I’m starving.” He infused the word with a double meaning she couldn’t mistake. His fingers trailed a path along her spine, and she shivered, her nipples puckering beneath the soft material of her dress.

“This night is about you.” He paused. “Us, really. I thought we could really get to know each other. Ask me anything and I’ll answer. And I can do the same with you. Okay?”

Olivia trembled, but this time, it had nothing to do with sexual desire. Tonight was special. Meaningful. He’d gone to a lot of time and effort to set this up for her. Them. She didn’t want to ruin it by blubbering about her past. But she did want to know about him, and he deserved to learn more about her. So if he asked a question that led to the baby conversation, she’d tell him. If not, she’d wait, because if anything was a mood killer, that would be. And despite the get-to-know-each-other game, the stage had been set for seduction. And she wanted that too.

He remained silent, waiting for an answer.

“Okay,” she murmured.

He grinned. “And so we begin. Do you like sweet potatoes?” he asked, taking her off guard. From the grin on his face, he knew it too.

His question had the desired effect. She relaxed and laughed. “Yes, I love them.”

He picked up what looked like an orange tater tot and held it in front of her. “Open.”

She leaned forward and parted her lips. He popped the potato inside. She deliberately closed her mouth around his finger.

His gaze narrowed and he drew in a shallow breath. She sucked on his salty digit briefly before letting go, and she chewed the delicious food, closing her eyes and moaning as she savored the explosion of sweet potato flavor.

“Do not make that sound unless you want me to act on it,” he said gruffly.

She couldn’t hold back a grin. “Sorry.”

“No, you’re not. Now … favorite color?” he asked, again surprising her. Was he building up to the more difficult, personal questions?

“Turquoise.”

“I should have known it wouldn’t be just blue.”

She shrugged. “What’s yours?” she asked, picking up a piece of pita bread and dipping it into hummus.

“Navy.”

She smiled and held out the bread, allowing him to take a bite. He played nice and didn’t touch her fingers with his mouth, but she squirmed, thinking of the possibility.

“Your turn to think up a question,” he said when he finished chewing.

“Favorite holiday and why?” she asked.

“July Fourth. Love the fireworks.”

He chose a generic holiday, not one associated with warm, family feelings, making her feel bad.

She sampled a bite of a chicken wrap and was mortified when sauce ended up on her face. Before she could grab a napkin, he swiped the sauce with his finger and licked the remainder off, his gaze never leaving hers.

“Favorite holiday?” he asked without missing a beat.

That was easy. “Thanksgiving because no matter what my father did, my mom always made sure we had a traditional family dinner,” she said honestly.

Shadows flickered behind his eyes, and she knew she’d been right. He didn’t have fun family holidays to look back on.

They continued to eat and exchange tidbits of information. Favorite book, song, type of movie. They both liked action films, and he was glad she didn’t pick sappy romantic comedies. By the time they finished eating or, rather, by the time they finished feeding each other, they had a solid knowledge of their likes and dislikes, and she realized they had a lot in common. They’d also have to compromise on sports during non-football season as she wasn’t a basketball fan and Dylan was.

“I’m full,” she said, unable to eat another bite.

“One more question.”

“I love dogs, not cats, but my building doesn’t allow pets,” she said, guessing at what had to be the only subject they hadn’t covered.

“Have you ever been in love?” he asked, his expression schooled and unreadable.

She blinked in surprise. “Was that your plan? Ask the easy questions, lull me into a false sense of security, and then hit me hard?”

“I have to answer the same question,” he reminded her.

She blew out a long breath. “I thought I was. But then I saw the type of person he really was, and I realized I couldn’t possibly be in love with someone who could—cheat.” She chickened out at the last minute, opting for the truth, just not all of it.

Dylan frowned at her answer. “Your boyfriend cheated on you?” he asked.

“I wouldn’t have said it if it weren’t true.” She looked away, embarrassed.

“Hey. It’s no reflection on you. It’s his stupidity.”

“Thank you.” She met Dylan’s dark gaze. “I have a different question for you to answer.”

A muscle ticked in his jaw. “Go for it.”

She grinned, seeing that he wasn’t thrilled when the shoe was on the other foot. “Why did you and Meg break up?” She not only wanted to know, she needed to.

“Check and mate,” he said, shaking his head.

“I don’t play chess.”

“But you did just corner me.”

She grinned, pleased with herself. “Well?”

“When the time came to go away to school, I had to ask myself if it was worth the risk to break up and maybe lose her just so I could see other women.” He paused, obviously giving the memory serious thought. “I decided it was … and that made me realize I didn’t really love her. We were just used to each other.”

She exhaled the breath she hadn’t been aware of holding.

“Is that a smile I see?” he asked.

She shrugged. “You spend a lot of time talking to her. It’s good to know how you really feel.”

“Now are we finished talking about exes?”

“I should hope so.”

“Good. Because I’d rather focus on how I feel about you.” He leaned over, pressing her back into the cushions, his lower body in direct contact with hers.

“Feel that?” he asked of his hard, firm erection.

She opened her mouth to answer, but a needy moan came out instead. It was heady, knowing he’d gone to all this effort to make a special evening for them, that she could arouse him and make him want her as much as she wanted him.

“I like hearing what I do to you.” He nuzzled his mouth behind her ear and sucked on her skin.

Ripples of awareness rocketed through her body, and she writhed beneath him, wanting more.

“You know we’re alone here, right? Nobody will come in.”

She shivered at the intent in his tone.

As he spoke, he pulled the strap of her dress over one shoulder and pressed soft kisses over her bared flesh. He continued to unveil her body, sliding her other strap down until her dress settled around her middle.

“Lift up.”

She did as he asked, and he stood long enough to slide the material down her legs, letting it pool on the floor. He stood over her, desire in his gaze, and her stomach tumbled in the best possible way.

“Do you know what I’m going to do to you?”

“I hope you’re going to make love to me.”

His eyes darkened at her words. “Yes.” The word came out on a hiss. “But first I’m going to taste every inch of you.” He placed one knee on the edge of the sofa and straddled her hips.

“You’re still dressed.” She reached for his shirt and slid her hands beneath the soft tee. His abs were firm and warm, and she inched her fingers upward, scraping her nails over his nipples.

He shuddered, letting out a low groan.

“I want to feel your skin against mine,” she murmured.

He lifted the shirt and pulled it roughly over his head, then his lips came down hard on hers. But that wasn’t all. He fell on her, the defined planes of his chest pressing hard against hers. The scrape of his hair, the heat of his body, the ravenous way his mouth devoured hers all worked to make her feel wanted in a way she never had been before.

In a way she feared she never would be again.

*     *     *

Dylan’s hunger for Olivia warred with his need to slow down, to treat her right, to take her slowly. To make her feel how special she was to him. But she scraped her nails against his chest—and his cock, already at attention, grew even harder. He ground his dick against the cradle of her hips, and she moaned loudly at the contact. Too loud, even though he’d ensured they didn’t have neighbors.

Good thing he’d come prepared. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a silk scarf.

“What’s that for?” she asked, eyes wide. And interested.

Fuck. “Much as I wouldn’t mind getting kinky and tying you up, this is actually to make sure you don’t bring security running in here with your loud moans.”

Her lips parted in a cute
oh
. “Really?”

“Unless you think you can keep it quiet.” He rocked his cock directly against her clit.

Her eyes rolled and she groaned.

“Thought not. Although I love hearing those screams, I’d rather keep this between us. You okay with that?”

Her eyes remained wide, but she nodded, her trust in him humbling. “We’ll tie you up another time,” he promised.

“I think I’d like that.”

He winked at her and gently slid the silk between her lips. “Now you can groan, but it won’t sound as loud. If it gets uncomfortable, just tap me on the shoulder, okay?”

She nodded.

“Lift your head.” She did, and he tied the knot behind her head, careful not to pull too tight. He kissed her lips lightly and continued his work before she panicked at being gagged. He unhooked her lace bra with the front clasp, slid the straps over her arms, and piled it on top of her dress. He left her scrap of panties on. For now.

He glanced down. She was spread out before him, arms at her sides, legs parted in invitation. Her panties were damp, wet with her desire. And her small but sexy breasts tipped up, nipples puckered, demanding attention he was all too happy to give.

She was fucking gorgeous. And his. He bent his head and licked around one nipple, deliberately teasing her, testing her responsiveness. She arched her back, a clear signal she wanted more. He grinned and nibbled on her breast before sliding his tongue across her chest to the other side, providing the same tormenting treatment to her other tight bud.

She moaned and her body thrashed beneath his. He continued to lave her soft skin, inhaling her unique scent, and though he hadn’t thought he could get any harder, he did. He continued licking around her areola, enjoying the needy sounds escaping her throat.

He glanced up, met her gaze, and caught the flash of heat in her eyes. He licked lightly over one nipple. Her gaze narrowed and she whimpered.

“Need more, sunshine?”

She nodded and he bit down lightly on her nipple. Her hips shot upward, her sex grinding against his aching erection.

“I love how sensitive you are.”

He alternated nibbles and licks, loving laps of his tongue with harsher deliberate flickers that had her nipples hard as rocks. He played her body, and she responded beautifully, keeping it going until her whimpers were overlapping, her hips rolling beneath his.

He slid down on her legs, taking her thin strip of panties along with him. He braced his hands on her thighs, parted her legs, and dipped his head so he could really begin his feast for the night.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d enjoyed going down on a woman so damned much. When her responses had meant everything. He liked giving a woman pleasure—only a dickhead wouldn’t. But this was something else. The musky scent that was Olivia’s alone, the pale thighs around his head, and the slick pink pussy waiting for him. He took in every last sensation before sliding his tongue over her for a thorough lick.

“Mmmm.” Her back arched, and he nuzzled her sex with his nose before playing her with his tongue. He licked up and down her outer lips, bit lightly on each, and had her squeezing him tightly between her thighs.

He eased one finger inside her, and her slick heat closed around him. He groaned into her, and the vibrations had her trembling around him. He added a second finger and lifted his head. “Okay, babe?”

She nodded, eyes wild, her entire body slick with sweat and trembling.

Yeah, this was what he wanted. Her completely at his mercy. “Think you can handle another?” he asked.

Because he wanted to fill her and make her come this way first, before taking her with his cock, slamming into her over and over like a wild man. Because he couldn’t imagine this ending any other way. So he wanted to make sure he gave her all he could first.

She nodded, and he added another finger inside her. Her low moan shook him hard, and he began pumping in and out, adding hard flicks of his tongue over her taut clit. Back and forth, he played with the tiny bud until she screamed, as best she could with the scarf muffling her cries. He flattened his tongue against her sex while curling his fingers inside her. Her entire body drew tight, and she stiffened for a moment before riding out her climax, her sex grinding against his tongue and mouth, her inner walls clenching around his fingers.

He looked up to see her cheeks flushed, eyes closed, the most intense, blissful expression on her beautiful face. He slowed his movements as she came down from her climax and paused to rest against her thigh.

He pressed a long kiss against her hot flesh before easing himself up beside her. Her eyes were still closed.

He gently lifted her head and undid the loose knot, pulling the silk off her mouth. “You okay?” he asked.

“Never better,” she murmured, a satisfied, loopy smile on her face that
he’d
put there. “You’ve got talent,” she murmured, still obviously dazed.

He grinned. “What can I say? You inspire me to do my best.”

Her eyes warmed at his comment. “Dylan?”

“Yeah?”

“I still feel empty,” she admitted, meeting his gaze.

Thank God, because he thought his cock was going to explode. “You’re up for more?”

She arched her hips toward him in reply.

Okay then. He quickly undid his shorts and slid them off, along with his boxer briefs. But not before retrieving a condom from a pocket and placing it on the couch beside him.

“You’re like a Boy Scout today. So prepared.”

He laughed. “Yeah, well, no Boy Scout should be doing what I am.”