Dare to Love by user (read dune TXT) 📗

“It’s okay. I make a lot of wrong decisions, and I’m often blind to my father’s faults.

I always have been. I let him manipulate me all too often and I’ve got to learn to stop

letting him do that to me. I guess I keep hoping he’ll change. He doesn’t.” He moved in even closer. “I was rude to you yesterday when you were nice enough

to bring me lunch. I’m really sorry about that.”

She shrugged. “It’s okay. I should have called. I shouldn’t assume…” He reached for her, grasping her upper arms. “Yeah, you should assume. If we’re going to have a relationship, you have every right to assume.” Her pulse kicked. She laid her hands over his arms and moved into his embrace.

“Jake.”

For the first time since she’d gotten there, his lips curled into a smile. “I’m sweaty.

I

smell like my backyard and I need a shower.”

She smiled back. “I’m not fussy, Jake, and I don’t mind getting dirty. Just kiss me.” He did, dragging her against him and taking her mouth, parting her lips and sliding his tongue inside to claim hers. His lips were salty, and she devoured his flavor, needing

to consume him, to take him as much as he was taking her. She whimpered against his

mouth and he lifted her into his arms without breaking the contact of their kiss.

And since his mouth was attached to her mouth, how he could maneuver his way down the hall and into the bedroom without being able to see was beyond her ability to

understand. Okay, she really didn’t care. All she knew was that in record time she was on

his bed and they were both naked and Jake’s hands were roaming gloriously all over her

body, and she had free rein to explore his. Which she did in depth, kissing his mouth, his

neck—as salty as his lips, before lifting her head and rolling over on top of him.

He arched a brow in a wicked, suggestive way as she rubbed against him. He was hard and positioned in just the perfect spot to send hot shivers all over her. Never one to

take the initiative in bed before, Lucy nevertheless felt emboldened tonight. She pushed

off his chest and sat up, rolling down a bit so she sat on his thighs. She held out her hand

and fortunately, Jake knew just what she asked for. He reached over to his nightstand and

pulled a condom packet from the box and handed it to her.

She tore the packet open and took the condom out, then swept her gaze up to his,

wanting to watch his face as she applied the condom. The heat in his gaze, the way his

eyes met hers instead of focusing on what her hands were doing, excited her more than

the feel of his hot, hard shaft in her hands. When she had the condom applied, she held

him in her hands and paused, riveted on the dark sexy look in his eyes.

“You gonna do something with that or just hold on to it all night?” She grinned. “I don’t know. I might.”

She could tell he was fighting to maintain control. “You might what? Do something

or…nothing?”

She cupped the sac underneath him and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Oh I definitely don’t plan on doing…nothing.”

He groaned and lifted his hips. “Lucy,” he said, his husky tone a warning.

Figuring she’d tormented them both enough, she shifted, fitting him inside her and

leaning over him, pressing her palms down on his shoulders, her breasts flattened against

his chest as she drew close to his face. “You have absolutely no sense of humor.” He grabbed her hips and lifted her up, then down, making her whimper. “Not when

this is what I want.”

Her own humor fled. Her concentration on how Jake made her feel, how his body connected to hers so intimately made her tighten around him, made her want to surge

forward and grip his shoulders. She shuddered, holding that position until she thought

she’d burst from the sensations spiraling through her core.

Jake swept her hair back and cupped the back of her neck to bring her lips to his, kissing her with a deep passion that stoked the fires higher than she thought possible. She

was hot, wet, aching, needing release. She ground against him, controlling their passion,

rocking hard until Jake groaned against her lips. He dug his fingers into her hips and

started sliding her back and forth—faster, controlling her movements. She lifted her head

and looked down at him. His eyes had darkened, shadowed under his half-closed lids. He

looked fierce, yet so sexy he made her belly tumble, and her sex twitched in spasms she

could no longer hold back.

“Jake.” His name fell in a whisper from her lips as she shuddered around him, falling

into a climax that tore from her body in a rush of sensation. She tensed, gripping Jake’s

arms and pressing her thighs to him.

Jake held tight to her hips, arching upward with one hard, driving thrust, then pulled

her in for a kiss, groaning as he released. She held him, feeling the sensations of his

release, absorbing it like a hot caress. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close

long after both of them had settled.

She liked being on top of him, resting against him like this. She liked it so much her

lids grew heavy, especially since he stroked her back with slow, easy caresses.

She yawned.

“Are you going to sleep there tonight?” he asked.

She smiled against his chest. “I might.”

“I’m sweaty.”

“And now so am I.”

“You know what that means, don’t you?”

She lifted, placing her forearms on his chest so she could peer down at him. “That we’re both sweaty now?”

He tapped her butt cheek. “No. It means we both need to take a shower.”

“That smacks of promise.”

“You’re like a ravenous beast I can never satisfy.” She waggled her brows. “I know.”

She got up and they went into the shower, which turned out to be just as much fun as

she thought it would be. They dried off and had dinner together.