Dare Me (7 page)

Adam leaned over the sink, watching her through the mirror’s reflection, his face an unreadable blank mask. He must have felt equally ill learning about Misty’s past love life as she had been prying similar information from his lips, pressuring him to regurgitate memories better left forgotten.

Torn between apologizing for nothing and suggesting she leave now for the greater good of salvaging the moment, the question on the tip of her tongue floated from her head into the ether. “Maybe…I think…it would it be best if I go, before I make things worse?”

His eyes widened as if shocked by her words.

“I don’t want to ruin the rest of the night. And I would like to see you again if you’re still interested.” She held her breath, waiting for him to say something—anything.

“Misty.” Adam shook his head. “Of course I’m still interested. It wouldn’t bother me so much if I wasn’t
so
interested.” He dropped the towel in the sink then wrapped his arms around her. “I don’t want you to go.”

She exhaled, relieved. “We’re not moving too fast, are we?”

He chuckled and kissed the top of her head. “Are ya kidding’? We’re like lightning. Would you be happier if we slowed down?”

“No.” Misty rubbed her cheek against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. “I don’t know how to slow this down even if wanted to. Aside from walking out the door.”

Adam lifted her chin and drilled her with laser eyes. “Don’t you dare leave me now.”

Then he kissed her—warm, deep, potent.

His lips and tongue burned a trail from her mouth, up and down her neck. “Mmm, you taste so sweet,” he murmured, nibbling her earlobe, making her wriggle and giggle helplessly at the teasing sensation. “You’re more beautiful in this wrinkled bed sheet covered in paint than any of the brides in those expensive dresses.”

“I know you’re just saying that.”

“I wouldn’t say if it weren’t true.” He scooped her up and carried her to the bed.

Misty crawled under the covers and Adam settled beside her. For fun, and for a much-needed delay tactic, she snatched the bag of candy hearts from the nightstand and picked out a pink one.

“What’s it say?”

“
U R SWEET.”
Misty popped it in her mouth.

“Well, that’s true, you are. Pick one for me.”

She sorted through the colors and pulled out a green one. “
U R COOL.
I’d say you’re hot.” Adam opened his mouth and she put the candy between his teeth.

Next she picked a yellow one and was about to eat it when Adam caught her wrist and snatched it from her fist. “Hmmm…DARE ME.” A wicked smile spread from ear to ear. “I like this one. Let’s save it.”

Tired of stalling her stallion, Misty rubbed his cheek, chin, down his neck. Ran her palm over the soft hair of his chest. Followed the trail to the dense patch below his hips. Curled her fingers around his thickness.

His eyes rolled back, lids fluttered closed with a long, deep moan of approval.

Nothing would get in the way of this moment—not her cell phone, which she’d turned off and shoved between the couch cushions. Nor the family business, which would be there in the morning.

Misty grabbed his wallet from the nightstand and flipped past the ancient photo to find the condom. She armed her target with protection before straddling him.

His strong hands held her back. “You’re sure you’re ready for this?”

“I
dare
you to stop me.”

“Oooh—now that’s my kinda dare. I just don’t want you to do something you might regret.”

“I’ve never been so ready for anything. Are you?”

“I’ve loved you every day of my life since I set eyes on you all those years ago.”

“That’s all I need to hear.” Misty held her breath as she made the slow descent into the unknown.

Two souls fused on a rapturous ride of a lifetime before she shuddered and folded onto Adam’s chest. His fingers gripped her hips as he released a satiated growl. After they finished making love, she rolled over and curled up alongside him.

“The camera’s recording, isn’t it?” The tiny red dot of light was easier to see from this angle.

“Yep.” Adam held her tight. “Are you okay with it?”

She listened to his heartbeat without a care in the world. “Yep.”

“By the way, when I said your headshots didn’t come out so good, they did. Beautiful in fact.” Adam rambled some photo-lingo that had Misty yawning.

She closed her eyes and wrapped her love-sore body around his. The last thing she heard before dozing off was Adam saying, “Happy Valentine’s Day, love.”

And that’s exactly what it was.

A word about the author…

Debra Druzy writes contemporary romance.

She is the author of
Sleeping with Santa
, also published by The Wild Rose Press, Inc.

You can visit Debra’s website at

www.debradruzy.com

Thank you for purchasing
this publication of The Wild Rose Press, Inc.