A Little Dare (57 page)

that
again,
I’ll
break
your
arm.”

He
ignored
Storm’s
burst
of
laughter
and
followed
Shelly
and
AJ
outside.

It
was
a
beautiful
night.
The
air
felt
crisp,
pleasantly
cool
as
Shelly
closed
the
back
door
behind
her
and
raced
across
the
backyard
to
the
place
where
she
knew
Dare
was

waiting
for
her.
She
hadn’t
bothered
to
put
on
a
robe,
since
he
would
be
taking
it
off
her
anyway,
and
she
hadn’t

bothered
to
put
on
a
gown,
preferring
to
slip
into
an

oversized
T-shirt
instead.

It
had
taken
her
some
time
to
get
AJ
settled
and
into
bed

after
arriving
home
from
the
Westmorelands.
They
had

talked;
he
had
told
her
that
he’d
come
close
to
telling
Dare
the
truth
tonight,
but
that
he’d
been
interrupted.
She
knew

the
longer
he
put
it
off,
the
harder
it
was
going
to
be
for
him.

“Shelly?”

She
sucked
in
a
deep
breath
when
Dare
emerged
from
the
shadows,
dazzling
her
senses
beneath
the
glow
of
a
full

moon.
She
immediately
walked
into
his
arms.
Dark,

penetrating
eyes
met
hers
and
then,
in
a
deep,
ragged

breath,
he
tipped
her
head
back
as
his
lips
captured
hers.

The
whimpered
sounds
erupting
from
deep
within
her
throat

propelled
him
forward,
making
the
urge
for
them
to
mate

that
more
intense,
urgent,
imperative.
He
gently
lifted
her
T-
shirt
and
touched
her,
discovering
she
was
completely
bare
underneath.
With
unerring
speed
he
lifted
her
off
her
feet,

wrapped
her
legs
around
his
waist
and
walked
a
few
steps
to
a
nearby
tree.

She
saw
it
was
another
seduction,
planned
down
to
every
detail.
Evidently
he’d
kept
himself
busy
while
waiting
for

her,
she
thought,
noticing
he
had
securely
tied
a
huge
pillow
around
the
tree
trunk.
It
served
as
a
cushion
for
her

backside
when
he
pressed
her
against
it.
And
then
he
was
breathing
hard
and
heavy
while
unzipping
his
pants
and

reaching
inside
to
free
himself.
“I
knew
I
couldn’t
wait,
so

I’ve
already
taken
care
of
protection,”
he
whispered
as
he
thrust
forward,
entering
her.

At
her
quick
intake
of
breath,
he
covered
her
mouth
with

his,
sipping
the
nectar
of
surprise
from
her
lips,
playing

around
in
her
mouth
with
his
tongue
as
if
relishing
the
taste
of
her.
How
long
ago
had
they
last
kissed?
Hadn’t
it
been
just
last
night?
You
couldn’t
tell
by
the
way
he
was
eating

away
at
her
mouth
and
the
way
she
eagerly
responded,

wanting,
needing
and
desiring
him
with
a
vengeance.

She
opened
he
legs
wider,
wrapped
them
around
his
waist
tighter
when
he
went
deeper,
sending
shock
waves
of

pleasure
racing
through
her.
She
felt
close,
so
very
close
to
the
edge,
and
she
knew
she
wanted
him
to
be
with
her

when
she
fell.

She
broke
off
their
kiss.
“Now,
Dare!”

Dare
began
moving.
Throwing
his
head
back
he
inhaled
a
deep
whiff
of
her
scent—hot,
enticing,
sensually
hers—and
totally
lost
it.
His
jaw
clenched
as
he
thrust
deeper,
moved
faster,
when
she
arched
her
back.
Desperately,
he
mated
with
her
with
quick,
precise
strokes,
giving
her
all
he
had
and
taking
all
she
had
to
give.

He
was
past
the
point
of
no
return
and
she
was
right
there
with
him.
And
when
he
felt
her
body
tighten
and
the
spasm
rip
through
her,
bringing
with
it
an
orgasm
so
powerful
that
he
felt
the
earth
shake
beneath
his
feet,
he
held
her
gaze
and
thrust
into
her
one
final
time
as
he
joined
her
in
a

climax
that
just
wouldn’t
stop.
The
sensations
started
at
the
top
of
his
head
and
moved
downward
at
lightning
speed,
building
intense
pressure
in
that
part
of
his
body
nestled

deep
inside
her,
and
making
him
clench
his
teeth
to
keep
from
screaming
out
her
name
and
stomping
his
feet.

The
sensations
kept
coming
and
coming
and
he
leaned

forward
to
kiss
her
again,
capturing
the
essence
of
what

they
were
sharing.
As
his
body
continued
to
tremble
while
buried
deep
inside
of
her,
he
knew
that
even
after
ten
long
years,
he
was
still
seductively,
passionately
and
irrevocably
hers.
She
was
the
only
woman
he
would
ever
want.
The
only
woman
he
would
ever
need.
The
only
woman
who
could