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  Damn, he sounded like the shrink he’d seen when he came back from the Middle East, but all that therapy had helped him. He was in a hell of a lot better shape now than those first few years.

  Sophie was still standing next to the dresser, and if Rayne needed to talk more in depth she might feel strange in front of the younger woman. He needed to shoo Sophie back into her own room.

  “Don’t you have to get up early, Sophie? You should check on the cat too.”

  Sophie was employed at the local bakery while she worked at her painting and drawing. She was incredibly talented and Dare was proud of his sister and how hard she worked on her craft. She talked about going into graphic design or perhaps even textile design. Whatever she did, he knew she’d work hard and succeed.

  Without Tim Wallace.

  Sophie must have been half-asleep on her feet because she snapped to attention at his words. “Spartacus is asleep. But yeah, I need to be at the bakery by four but I’ll be off work by noon. Maybe we can go shopping in the afternoon, Rayne.”

  “I’d like that,” Rayne replied softly. “I’m sorry I woke you up, especially as you have such an early wake up call. Thank you for taking care of Spartacus.”

  “It’s no big deal. He’s a good kitty. I don’t need much sleep.” Sophie bumped her shoulder before turning to leave. “Call me if you need anything. I’m just down the hall.”

  Once they were alone again, Dare lifted her hand and brushed the knuckles with his lips. It was frightening how quickly she’d crawled under his skin and burrowed into a hole in his heart he hadn’t even known was empty. He wasn’t in love with her or anything. It was way too soon to be talking about that kind of emotion. But he did care about her. She was like a tiny kitten, ferocious one minute and heartbreakingly vulnerable and sweet the next. It had been a long damn time since he’d dated a woman he cared about this much.

  “Do you want to talk some more about it, honey? This house is really safe. No one is going to come through that window. Not only is it locked, but I have extra self-installed locks as well, plus we’re on the second floor and they’d have to be Spiderman to climb the outside of the house.”

  Sitting up, Rayne’s gaze fell to the floor and then returned as she nervously licked her lips.

  “Will you stay with me? Just until I fall asleep?”

  His arousal reared its ugly head and he had to remind himself she asked that question in the most innocent way possible. She wanted to feel protected and cared for, and ramming her from behind with his hard dick wasn’t the way to do that. Instead he lifted the covers and slid in beside her, the sheets cool against his overheated flesh.

  He could do this. He could be there for her without his libido getting in the way. But that didn’t mean it would be easy.

  “I’ll stay with you as long as you need me to. Just scoot over a little, okay?”

  She did as he bade but not nearly enough for his comfort and peace of mind. He stretched out on the bed with her curled next to him, her head on his chest and her leg thrown over both of his, sending his pulse rate through the roof. He had to focus not to roll over and trap her body under his.

  Wrapping an arm around her slight frame, he dropped a kiss on the top of her head, her hair silky under his lips. Their position was both heaven and hell, pleasure and pain. The feeling of intimacy as he held her was sublime but the throbbing demand of a certain portion of his anatomy was making it hard to sleep.

  Pun completely intended.

  It was going to be a long night.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Rayne was warm. Quite warm, bordering on stifling hot. It was like she was lying in bed next to a blast furnace that only had one setting – surface of the sun. She wasn’t the happiest of morning people and she’d slept like hell last night until Dare had come in to soothe her after a nasty nightmare.

  Dare.

  Not bothering to open her sleepy eyes, she wriggled against the heat source and was poked by something long and hard for her trouble. Her lids flew open and she realized she had just rubbed herself against a very aroused male animal with an unknown appetite. Did he wake up like a pussycat and toddle off to make breakfast or was he a voracious panther that wanted to devour his bedmate?

  Having sex with Dare hadn’t been forefront in her mind last night when she’d been so frightened but it was now, crowding out any other rational thoughts. His body was pressed up against the back of hers, and she could feel not only the heat emanating from his skin but the dip and planes of his muscles. Her fingers itched to trace them, following some unseen map and exploring heretofore undiscovered territory.

  Just lying next to him, smelling his masculine scent, was ratcheting up her arousal and sending messages of lust and desire to her brain. She didn’t want to think about the mess of her house or her stolen purse or her ransacked shop. She really didn’t want to think about that man that had been shot behind her building. If only for a little while, she wanted to pretend none of that happened and she was simply enjoying an early morning with a gorgeous, sweet man.

  As if he could read her thoughts, Dare’s hand slid from her shoulder to her hip, his fingers tightening on the rounded flesh while his other hand came around the back of her head, turning her lips toward his own. His impressive cock was trapped between their bodies and she could feel it pulse with each beat of his heart.

  “Good morning,” she breathed mere seconds before he captured her lips with his own. Reaching around, she slid her arm around his neck and ran her fingers through his silky brown hair, delighting in the shudder of his body at her ministrations. Dare wouldn’t be her first man but she’d had a hot and cold sex life. Few men truly understood what she liked and craved and she could only hope Dare would be one of them. “You stayed with me.”

  “I said I would be here as long as you needed me.” Dare’s voice rumbled in his chest, sexy and growly in the morning. “Do you want me to leave, Rayne?”

  He was asking more than that and she gave him her answer by pushing her ass back against his hard erection nestled between her cheeks. Groaning his approval, he kissed a wet trail from her lips, over her jaw, and down to where her pulse beat frantically at the base of her neck before sucking on the delicate flesh. Her nails dug into his bicep at the zip of pain even while he soothed the hurt with his tongue.

  A flood of moisture soaked her sleep shorts and she pressed her thighs together to ease the building ache deep inside. His tongue traced an intricate pattern on the sensitive flesh of her shoulder before blowing gently on the artwork – a pale pink rosebud – and sending shivers of pleasure straight to her clit.

  His rough hands cupped her breasts, the thumbs brushing back and forth over the tips and driving her slowly out of her mind. He’d barely touched her really, but already she was on fire for him, flames licking at her skin and the heat making her gasp and moan with absolute sinful pleasure.

  “What do you need? Tell me and I’ll make sure you get it.”

  His urgent tone only served to amp up her arousal even higher. Turning in his arms, she dropped kisses onto the hard planes of his chest and abdomen, letting her tongue dip into his belly button. Reaching out, she tugged at his boxer shorts, wanting to rid him of anything that kept her from her goal. He chuckled and helped her slide them down his muscular thighs, tossing them aside without a second thought.

  His cock, thick and long, sprung free and she sucked in a breath at the thought of him deep inside of her, fucking her fast and hard. That was her favorite and what she craved, although she’d found that men seemed to be reluctant to use her as roughly as she wanted them to. It was as if she was made of fine china and they thought she might break. Consequently, she was often left wanting and frustrated when the sex was done and the guy rolled over to fall asleep. She didn’t want that to happen with Dare. If this relationship had any future, she needed him to understand. She’d do anything for him as well as long as it didn’t involve a goat or an underage cheerleader.

 
“Give it to me rough, hard, and fast. That’s what I need.”

  Pulling back, Dare gazed at her with worry in his blue eyes, now dark with passion. A sweeping glance down her body told her he was concerned about her size compared to his and he needn’t. He’d never hurt her, of that she was quite sure.

  “I won’t break.” She wrapped her fingers around his cock, hot and pulsing under her palm, and slowly began an up and down motion from root to tip. He closed his eyes and sighed as he thrust into her hand a few times before drawing back with a moan.

  “I won’t break either, baby. I’m a big man and can handle some roughhousing. I like my sex raw and dirty so I’m in sync with you there. If you’re sure, that is. I can give you what you want but you need to be sure you understand what that means.”

  A rush of pure unadulterated desire welled up inside of her, creating a tight coil of arousal in her abdomen that almost stole her very breath away.

  “I’m sure,” she panted, scooting down until the head of his cock was level with her eager mouth. She couldn’t wait to taste him and feel him slide over her tongue. “I’m tougher than I look.”

  “You said you liked fast, and this first time probably will be because I’m already too far gone to hold back much. But after that I’m going to take my time fucking you. I may like it down and dirty but I don’t like to be rushed. I want to savor all the naughty things I’m going to do to your delectable little body.”

  Rayne didn’t bother to reply with words, instead engulfing the head of his cock with her mouth and sliding down his length until he bumped the back of her throat. Dare let out a ragged groan as she tightened her lips to create the tightest, wettest pussy she could before pulling back up to the tip and then pushing back down. She wanted to give him the most authentic feeling of fucking her mouth and he clearly thought she was doing something right. His hands tangled in her hair, guiding her head up and down as his dick conquered her mouth.

  “Fuck, that’s so good,” he grunted. “Never been so hot and tight before.”

  Her fingers fondled his balls already pulled high against his body. He was close and she couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride that she’d sent him this far this fast. So she was shocked when he tucked his hands under her arms and lifted her off of him, her lips sliding off with a loud pop. Giggling, she allowed him to quickly shuck off her tank top and sleep shorts, lying back to let him look his fill. She’d never been ashamed of her body although it wasn’t near perfect. Her boobs and hips were too generous and her legs too short, but her waist was tiny and her thighs strong so it wasn’t all bad. Men seemed to like what they saw just fine.

  His fingers reached out to trace the butterfly tattoo on her ribcage, the touches light but effective, sending sparks of electricity straight to her clit. She writhed under his close regard but he clearly wouldn’t be rushed. All of this would happen at his pace.

  Dare was licking his lips as if she was a sweet dessert on a buffet and he hadn’t eaten in week. Wait, make that a month. His eyes almost glowed with devilment and she decided to let him take the lead and see what he came up with. She’d asked for rough and hard and she dearly hoped he could give it to her.

  “You want it rough? Hang on then. But if it’s too much all you have to do is tell me to stop and I will in a split second. If you’re not enjoying something just let me know.”

  His head dipped and he caught a beaded nipple between his teeth, biting down until she yipped with pain but her body responded as if he’d lavished the most luxurious pleasure on her. Her pussy clenched with need and her clit swelled in anticipation of what he might have in store for it. She tried to rub her thighs together but Dare was having none of that.

  He chuckled and placed his big body in between her legs so they were spread wide. “No, ma’am. You don’t get to relieve the pressure. You wanted it like this and I’m going to give it to you. I’m going to make all your fantasies come true.”

  She’d had so many raunchy dreams they’d be here all week. Not that it was a bad thing if they were. It wasn’t. But they both had to make a living, not to mention catch a few bad guys.

  “What are your fantasies?” she asked as he suckled on the rosy tip of her breast, pulling it to the roof of his mouth as she wriggled and squirmed under his questing fingers. One hand plucked and pinched at the other nipple while the other traveled down her torso and over her hip until it sat at the entrance of her drenched pussy.

  He didn’t press those digits inside of her, but instead drew out the pleasure by tracing her folds everywhere but the spot she needed it most, coating his hand in her honey. She thrashed underneath him but his size and strength easily held her under his control. She’d asked for this and he was giving her what she wanted, and then some.

  “Baby, you’re my fantasy. A woman who is comfortable enough to know what she likes and isn’t afraid to ask for it. But be warned, my treasure.” That smile that never ceased to knock her over was in full force, wicked and gleeful. “Before this is over, you won’t be asking. You’ll be begging. You see, that’s what I like. I can’t wait for the pleas to let you come fall from those pretty full lips.”

  For a man who didn’t say much or hardly smile, he had his dirty talk down pat.

  “I don’t beg so I can’t see me doing it now.”

  She glanced pointedly down at his reddish-purple cock glistening with precum at the tip. She’d never found a man that could hold back longer than she could and as much as Dare had impressed her so far, she doubted she had now. He’d give in far earlier than she would.

  “I’m completely in control. Can you say the same?”

  Before she could even begin to answer he thrust two thick fingers into her wet pussy, making her cry out with pleasure and pain. Any discomfort quickly dissolved as he found and stroked that sweet spot inside of her while his lips, tongue, and teeth tortured her nipples until they were delightfully sensitive and sore. White hot heat swept through her veins and the coil of arousal tightened in her belly until she could barely breathe. Her clit begged for attention and she reached down to touch it, but he slapped her hands away with an evil grin.

  “Uh uh, naughty girl. No touching yourself. That’s my job now and I take it very seriously. You’ll wait until I say and not a second before.”

  Why had she ever wanted him to smile? Now that he was, he looked more than a little dangerous but definitely exciting. His emotional unpredictability was part of his allure.

  “Alpha bastard,” she whispered accusingly but moved her hand back to her side, clutching the sheets between white-knuckled fingers.

  His head bent, he gave her slit a long lick from opening to clit, his tongue tracing the same trail his fingers had blazed only moments earlier. Changing up the rhythm, he never lingered long in one area and deliberately avoided the swollen button that would send her straight to paradise. Rayne’s entire being was shaking with arousal, white-hot and powerful. She lost herself to the maelstrom and allowed herself to be pulled down into the dancing flames. Her lids fluttered closed and her world became this moment with this man. Nothing else existed. No demands. No problems. Just pure ecstasy delivered courtesy of Dare Turner.

  “Please.” Rayne barely recognized her own voice, but damn if she hadn’t begged. Despite the pain he must be in he’d held back until she barely knew her own name. Need and want were her overriding emotions and he played on them like a virtuoso.

  “Yes, baby. I want you to come for me now. Come all over my fingers.”

  Sucking her clit into his mouth, he lightly scraped the sides with his teeth, sending her into orbit. Like a freight train crashing into a wall going a hundred miles an hour, her orgasm slammed into her, making her scream out Dare’s name, her voice hoarse and needy. Her fingers curled into his hair as she rode his lips and tongue through her climax. It left her shaky and disoriented but he didn’t give her a minute to recover.

  Rayne found herself flipped gently over onto her belly, his hands on her hips pulling
her back onto her knees so her ass was high in the air, being extra careful of the bruises on her left hipbone. His palm caressed a buttcheek as he pressed wet kisses along her spine and shoulders.

  “Are you sure about this? I’ll give you the ride of your life but I need to hear it from your lips. Tell me you want it.”

  Dear God in heaven, Rayne wanted it so badly she could taste the sweet and spicy pleasure already. He was afraid of hurting her but she knew deep down he could never do her permanent damage. A few bruises and sore muscles seemed like a small price to pay for the sin he was about to lavish upon them both.

  “Give it to me,” she hissed. “Hard. Fast. Rough. Do it.”

  His cock traced her wet pussy and rubbed against her clit until she keened with pleasure and frustration. She tried to push back against him but he simply chuckled and held her easily.

  Leaning down close to her ear, she felt him whisper, his breath warm on her neck. “Do I need a condom? I’m clean and haven’t been with anyone since my last physical.”

  Rayne had to give him props that he was still thinking clearly. Protection hadn’t even drifted into her pleasure-addled brain.

  Panting with excitement and anticipation, she shot an impatient but grateful look over her shoulder. “I have an IUD. You’re good to go. Fuck me.”

  “Hold on.”

  Digging her elbows into the mattress, Rayne braced herself and slid her knees farther apart into a more comfortable position. She needn’t have bothered though as Dare simply held her by her hips and lifted her off the bed so her bent legs rested on his powerful thighs. His cock nudged at her entrance and he gently pushed the head into her welcoming pussy, the broad tip stretching muscles she hadn’t used in way too long.