Truth or Dare (7 page)

His arms weren’t the only thing covered in ink. She traced her hands over the tattoos and felt his heart pounding. 

The bed squeaked beneath them when he lowered his body to hers. He kissed her again; his taste was intoxicating, a hint of soda, whiskey, and something else she couldn’t discern. His mouth trailed down her neck, his teeth gently nipping at her skin. Her nails traveled over his rippling muscles, digging into his skin.  

Jesus, she wanted him. More than she’d wanted anyone, ever. 

Her splayed hand explored hard ridges on his stomach. She felt puckered flesh of a long, jagged scar at least nine inches long beneath her fingers. She looked up. “What—”

His eyes blazed down at her. His long fingertips caressed her throat.

His lips cut her off, and her mouth responded instantly. She’d ask him later. He was a master at distraction, that much was clear.

She felt the rough material of his jeans brush against her thighs; the hard ridge of him pressing into her. He really needed to lose the pants. 

Leaning down, he grabbed her arms tightly by the wrist and held them over her head. She winced, his grip was strong. “Don’t move,” he muttered roughly. 

She felt everything in her go still for an instant. Normally, she would think it was exciting to play this sort of game, but she wanted nothing more than to move beneath him. Touch his skin, coil herself around him. Their first time together she needed to explore. Not be constricted. Much to her surprise and greatest reluctance, she didn’t argue.

Smiling sensually, Luna said, “Can you at least take off your fucking pants?”

He stilled, released her wrist. “You’re a bad girl, Luna. Just for that …” He stood up and Luna turned her head to watch him. Opening his closet, he yanked a tie off one of the hangers. 

“You don’t play fair.” Luna chewed on her lower lip. Her hands still over her head. Now she wasn’t going to be able to see or touch.

 “Oh, I play fair. You just need to learn the rules.” He stared down at her naked body, drinking her in. The look in his eyes caused her arousal to kick up several notches. 

He leaned over her. “Lift your head.” 

Luna sighed, and obeyed by slightly lifting her head. As he reached around, his neck pressed against her lips. She took advantage by sucking and raking her teeth against him as he tied the makeshift blindfold around her head. When the blackness took over she could have cried. She wanted nothing more than to watch this beautiful man bring her pleasure. 

He pulled back, leaving her alone on the bed. The only sound that could be heard was the hum of the air conditioner, and the gentle tick of the fan. She was dripping wet with anticipation.

After what felt like an eternity, she heard the sound of his zipper and the rustle of his jeans hitting the floor. If she didn’t feel him inside of her soon, she was going to go insane. 

“You’re breathtaking,” Hunter muttered, as his hands lightly ran up her inner thigh. She felt the weight of his body on the bed, but couldn’t see a damn thing. 

“Spread your legs.”

Her breath hitched. Immediately, she dropped her legs to the side. 

He nudged one of her legs with his knee. “Wider.”

She should resent the possessiveness in his words, but it just turned her on even more. Luna pushed her legs out, feeling completely exposed and loving every minute of it. 

Even though she couldn’t see, she could feel his gaze darken as his eyes roamed over her flushed face, full breasts, and flat stomach. Luna gripped the pillow behind her to keep from reaching out to him. A part of her was tempted just to see what he would do, but she wanted him too badly to prolong it. There would be plenty of time for games later. 

His skillful fingers traced her skin, burning trails of awareness everywhere he touched. And the spots he hadn’t reached burned with anticipation. She moaned when his mouth brushed the lower curve of her breast. The faint stubble on his face drove her crazy with desire. 

She stretched out, arching her back and needing to feel more of his skin on hers. Her hands itched to explore. 

“Hurry,” she said impatiently. 

Hunter stilled before dropping his mouth back to her body; taking his time with his hands and lips, making it very apparent he was not in a hurry. With painstaking slowness he explored every inch of her. She was trembling when he lifted her leg, sliding his hand from her ankle to her inner thigh, before placing his mouth softly on her ankle. 

Unable to resist, she reached down and grabbed his hair and twisted, lifting her hips at the same time. 

He stopped. “I told you not to move.” 

Luna groaned and threw her hand back up over her head. 

“If you move your hands one more time, I will stop and not touch you again tonight.” 

Did he have any idea what he was asking of her? She didn’t have that much self-control. Every inch of her body was throbbing with need. If he really didn’t want her to move, he should tie her hands to the bed. But she had a feeling he knew that would be too easy. 

“I don’t like this.” Her voice came out a little breathy. “You’ve got entirely too much control.”

“I don’t feel in control.” 

His admission sent a wild excitement through her. 

Hunter roughly pulled and twisted her taut nipple, before leaning over and flicking it with his tongue.

Her breathing increased when he inserted his fingers, stroking her, causing her hips to jerk upward.

Luna wriggled beneath his touch. He prolonged the torture by teasing her with his touch until she was frantic for him. 

Finally, he settled himself between her quivering thighs. Her body tensed, waiting, needing to feel him. The heat of his breath on her inner thigh was agonizing. Using the palm of his hand, he cupped between her thighs and pressed back, hitting on the sensitive nub. She wished her hands had been bound, because holding them in place when she wanted nothing more than to guide his head where she needed it, was absolute torture. 

A slow lash of his tongue left her gasping in pleasure. He nibbled and teased until she was completely on edge. Every time she felt the waves of pleasure building, he’d pull back and run his hands all over her body, before starting the torture again. She tried to buck beneath him, but he just held her thighs down. 

“Hunter,” she begged.  

Finally, he sunk his fingers back into her, removed his palm—replacing it with his mouth—and began using long, hard strokes of his tongue. Luna caught her breath sharply. The climax took hold of her and she thrashed beneath him. A wave of throbbing pleasure coursed through her. The pulsing between her thighs seemed to go on forever.  

The sound of the condom package tearing was like music to her ears. 

His arms slid underneath her, his hands gripped her shoulders, and with one swift stroke he drove into her … hard, deep, and fast. She knew without a doubt he possessed her. He stretched her almost painfully, and she gave out a sharp cry of pleasure.

Never in her life had she ever wanted to belong to a man, but with Hunter, it was as if she didn’t have a choice. Luna gasped as he sank in deeper and deeper. The sensation was incredible. They joined together in a sexual frenzy, as if they’d been designed specifically for each other. Luna moved beneath him, her body withering in pleasure. The only way she was able to keep from touching him was by grasping ahold of the headboard and desperately holding on, as their bodies collided over and over together.  

Her brain shorted. There was no thinking involved. Completely intoxicated by the raw, animal attraction, Luna gave herself, fully molding the contours of her body to his. For the first time in ages, she let go of the pain and anger and gave into the urgent heat his body was demanding from her. 

At the edge of her awareness she recognized the difference, but she was too caught up in the sensations to give it much thought. 

Suddenly, Hunter went completely still. Luna whispered his name, wishing she could see him.

He reached up and grabbed her hands, interlacing them with his own before sliding his palms down her arms. Her arms dropped down and she ran her hands through his hair. Being able to touch him finally was the most incredible feeling. 

When his head lowered and he took one of her nipples in his mouth, her body arched as she cried out. 

Their bodies bucked frantically together like untamed animals.  

He grabbed her ass and yanked her up as he continued to bury himself deep inside of her. Her hands roamed over his body, digging her nails into the rippling muscles. Thank God he didn’t tell her to stop touching him, because it would have been too much to bear. She needed to feel all of him. With an upward tilt of her hips, every thrust brought her closer to another earth shattering orgasm. It wasn’t long before her muscles clutched around him and her world exploded. 

Hunter groaned as she peaked again. 

Had she ever known such exquisite pleasure? If she had, she couldn’t recall. It was as if the moment she fused with him, everyone from her past was forgotten. She felt so energized and alive in his arms. 

Within seconds, his powerful body shuddered in pleasure. He laid on top of her, shaking slightly, both of them glistening with sweat. 

Hunter slid off her and she groaned. She heard him toss the condom in the wastebasket before he reached around and untied the blindfold.  

She laid there, trying to catch her breath while meeting his gaze. Something about him made her feel vulnerable. When he looked into her eyes, she felt as if he could see into the depth of her soul. The parts she hid from the rest of the world.

His idle fingers lazily slid through her hair at the base of her neck. She didn’t want to move. She knew she should jump up and breeze out, like she always did, but instead she found herself wishing she could lie in bed with him forever. 

Hunter lifted his head, propped himself up on his elbow. “That was … mind blowing.” 

“Toe curling,” Luna agreed, wiping the sweat off her brow. She leaned in provocatively. “We’re going to have to do that again. This time I get to watch every expression and get the pleasure of seeing exactly what you’re doing to me.”

“I think that can be arranged.” Hunter rolled her on top of him, and fingers roamed over his chest. 

With deliberate slowness, she leaned forward to kiss him, rubbing her breasts against him. “You like that?” she whispered.

“What do you think?” he said gruffly as his erection grew, pressing hard against her skin.

Reaching over, he grabbed a condom off the end table and handed it to her. 

She had a feeling it was going to be a long night. 

***

Around one a.m. Hunter got out of bed, moved to the window, and looked out. Luna rolled to her side and propped her head in her hand, watching him. He stood there naked, confident, and sexy as hell. As he should be. The moonlight streamed through the window, casting a silver glow on the sharp planes of his muscular body, he was a sight to behold. Her body ached with an irrational need to have him close to her. She noticed faint silver scars across his back.
How had he gotten those?
The memory of his reaction to the scar on his stomach stopped her from asking.

Hunter wasn’t prepared to share anything with her other than his body. Understandable, since she wasn’t exactly the type to bare her soul either. 

She was startled by the realization that she would like to know what secrets he kept hidden underneath his hard exterior. Usually, she couldn’t care less about the men she got involved with. However, she was intrigued to know what made him tick. What experiences in his past made him who he was today?

On that note, Luna kicked the sheets off her and swung her feet over the bed. “I guess it’s time for me to get home.”

“Stay the night with me,” he said, without turning.

Thankfully, she still had a sane corner in her mind. She shook her head. “I can’t, I have to work in the morning.” 

He turned around slowly. “Call in sick.”

Luna laughed. Why did he have to be so freakin’ gorgeous? It was hard to say no, but she had to remain strong. “I don’t have that luxury.”

He nodded and moved toward her. Reaching down, he drew her up, towering over her. “All right, but I want to see you tomorrow.”

They stared at each other for so long she was beginning to feel uncomfortable. The air between them seemed to thicken, making it hard to breathe. She knew things were moving too fast, but couldn’t seem to find the words to protest. 

His fingers closed around the back of her neck and his thumb stroked the smooth, soft skin over her collarbone. The tips of her naked breasts grazed his firm chest. He watched his hand dip lower, gliding over her curves.

“You’re making it hard to leave.”

“Tell me you’ll see me tomorrow.” A muscle in his cheek twitched before he cupped her face and gave her a brief, but thorough kiss.

She swallowed visibly, licking her lips, which tasted like him. Nodding once, she dropped her head onto his chest, moving into the embrace. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

Maybe she was reading too much into it; imagining he sounded almost desperate to see her again.

Why couldn’t she shut off that cynical voice in her head and just enjoy the moment? 

She could always walk away later. Before she got in too deep. 

Slowly, he brushed his fingers across her cheek before he leaned down and kissed her slow, lingering. She knew it was already too late for that.

 Chapter Nine

Luna woke with a start. It took her a moment to gain her bearings. Carefully, she pried her eyes open. She was at home in her own bed, alone. The night before came rushing back to her.
Hunter,
she thought, with a ghost of a smile. Rolling over, she hugged her pillow. 

     One night with a virtual stranger and her life had spun out of control. 

She laid there for a while, replaying the evening over in her head. She kept remembering how beautiful his hard, naked body was. The sex was just as intense as he was—off the charts. 

Without a doubt the absolute best sex of her life.