If You Dare (6 page)

As he touched the cool metal doorknob, he felt the steam from the warm bathroom seeping through the cracks in the door. It enticed him ever closer.
 

With one simple push he walked inside and found himself immersed in tropical heat. That coupled with the sexual pulse throbbing through his veins would’ve been enough to push him over the edge.

But then the steam finally rose enough for him to catch a glimpse of Cordelia’s shiny, wet skin, her dark hair clinging to her face. Her head flung backwards, her eyes closed, her lush mouth open, an almost silent oh escaping as the water lapped against her skin.

He’d just thought it was hot before.

Seeing her there, in that tub, left him boiling, breathless, frozen.

He watched as the water lapped harder against the sides of the tub, listened as her breath quickened, as another tiny moan of pleasure escaped from her mouth, watched as she bit her bottom lip in solitary ecstasy.

In that moment, Joe knew, absolutely, that he’d never been as turned on as he was this very second.

Watching Cordelia Lewis bring herself to climax was absolutely the sexiest thing he’d ever seen in his life. The fact that she didn’t realize he was in the room made the moment even more exotic, more thrilling, more everything.

He’d never been so hard, so ready, so willing to simply watch.

But then she moved one hand up out of the water and slid her wet fingers over a glistening breast. Her fingers brushed around and around and Joe held his breath until finally, finally, she slicked her finger tips over the taught dimpled edges of her nipple.
 

When her moan sounded this time it wasn’t alone. Because with that simple movement, Joe had felt as if his hands were covering hers, as if he could feel every little bump of her darkened areola.
 

His breath rushed out at the same time she gasped.
 

In that moment he knew watching was no longer enough.

Cordelia let the music wash over her body, mind and spirit. She felt the water brush against her skin as her hands moved lower and lower.

She’d expected this moment to feel completely different. As if she’d been gypped from one heck of a good time. But that wasn’t what she felt at all.

She let her head fall back as she relaxed even further into the fantasy that filled her mind. The one starring Joe. She imagined his hands where her fingers brushed, his lips where water lapped against her skin. She inhaled sharply, letting the steamy heat fill her senses.

If learning all about her own erogenous zones was truly the key to multiple orgasms, she was in for the time of her life. Because with Joe playing the imaginary lover, every inch of her body had turned into an erogenous zone.

She felt her breath catch as the intensity of feeling spiked through her body as she immersed herself in the ultimate fantasy, the one where Joe would ever so slowly lower himself over her, where she’d take his fullness in her hand and guide him gently inside her wet warmth.

She felt the whimper on her lips as she lifted her hand. Felt the surge of heat as she ran her fingers over her taut nipple.

God, she was so close, so close. It felt so good, so incredible. His hands, his lips, his….

The sharp intake of a stranger’s breath invaded her fantasy. With a yelp she opened her eyes and grabbed the shampoo bottle, the only weapon in sight.

Joe stood there beside the tub, an amused smile playing across his lips. Cordelia didn’t know whether she should throw the bottle at him for disrupting her fantasy or sink under the water in embarrassment.

But then he stood there in silence, simply watching, waiting, letting the heat of the water, the music, the moment embrace them both. And as quickly as the fantasy had screeched to a halt, the reality sent a streak of heat pulsating through her body.

Then his soft words washed over every inch of her skin, making the hot room almost unbearable.
 

“Don’t let me stop you.”

She felt her eyes close in response to his words. The hot water seemed almost cold against her skin. “Don’t you want to help?” Her words were whispered, almost a plea.

But he shook his head. “I’ve never seen anything as sexy in my life as what I just walked in on. I want you to come, Cordelia. I want to watch you.”

This time she did whimper as the heat of his words pounded straight to her very core.

As if he controlled them, her hands dropped the shampoo bottle and moved back under the water. When she felt the outer folds of her sex, she closed her eyes and let his words wash over her. Let her fantasy come to life.

“Tell me what you feel.”

His sugar sweet command left her breathless and she tried to speak as she let her fingers press higher. “I feel…” She could only moan as her fingers finally found the spot she’d been searching for.

“Tell me, Cordelia.”

She gasped as she brushed against her clitoris again, imagining his hands, his fingers. His very breath.

“I feel…” Again she had to stop as the intensity of feeling rushed through her body.

“Open your eyes and watch me. I want to see your eyes.”

Cordelia did as he said and when her eyes met his, she felt her breath catch. “Oh God. I want…” She whimpered the words as he watched her brush her clitoris again.

“What do you want? Do you want to feel me inside you?”
 

His voice teased her and she nodded as she brushed her fingers through her folds and over the spot where all feeling was centered once again.

“I want that too, Cordelia. I want to lose myself inside you. I want to feel you around me. I want to know what you taste like. But I want to watch you come first.”

Cordelia had never felt so wanton in her life, never felt so liberated as she nodded her head and continued touching herself.
 

“Lean back.”

Cordelia did as he said, but she never quit touching herself.
 

“Imagine my hands, my fingers.”

Oh yes.

“Imagine my lips. I want to taste you right now, Cordelia. Imagine me tasting you.”

Oh God.

“I want to come inside you. I want to feel you come.”

“Oh yes.”

Cordelia felt the heat envelope her body, felt the tremors start low and sharp, heard the water splash as her breathless cries filled the room until finally, finally, the last wave shook her entire body.

And as it did, Cordelia couldn’t help but smile at the lost look on Joe’s face.

Looked like she was definitely going to get her first taste of multiple orgasms tonight after all.

Oh yeah.

Good God Almighty.
 

Joe watched Cordelia smile up at him and tried to make his mind form coherent words.
 

He’d never been so turned on in his entire life. He wanted nothing more than to pick her up and personally lick every bead of water from her body. He wanted to spend the next twenty-four hours exploring every inch of her, discovering every secret longing and making her every sexual fantasy come true. She’d damn sure fulfilled one of his tonight.

Forcing himself to move, he sat on the side of the cold porcelain tub.

Cordelia’s flushed cheeks, swollen lips and sparkling eyes promised oh so much more. And dammit, he wanted to find out just what she had in mind.

But he didn’t dare take a chance.
 

“I’d like nothing more than to pick you up, carry you naked and wet to the bed and make love all night.”

Her mouth opened slightly in response, and Joe felt himself grow ever harder. Her whispered words did nothing to alleviate his discomfort. “Who’s stopping you? For that matter why waste time worrying about the bed?”

He brushed her wet hair off her forehead, and tried not to concentrate on how that simple touch left his fingers feeling electrified. “When I came over, I planned on a quick kiss and making a date for tomorrow.”

She laughed and dragged one wet finger down his cheek. “You thought I’d let you get away with a quick kiss? Honey, your plans are definitely changing.”

He was a freaking idiot. And his body made sure he knew it as he shook his head. “My sister’s melting down next door. She’s decided to move to Vegas. I need to convince her she’s making a mistake.”

As he talked he forced his eyes to stay firmly planted on her face. If he looked down even once, he was a goner.

“Your sister’s a big girl. Let her make her own choices.”

As she spoke the words, she trailed her hands under his polo shirt. When they brushed across his bare stomach he inhaled sharply at the contact. When she replaced her hands with her lips, he closed his eyes and let his chin rest on her wet hair.
 

“I can’t stay, Cordelia.” His words were part whisper, part groan.

He heard the splash of water as she rose up on her knees next to him. Felt the warmth of that water as she ran her hand over the hard bulge of his erection before sitting back down in the tub. “You can.”

Cordelia’d never felt so alive, so aware of her surroundings. She even heard the sizzle of the candlewicks. When Joe spoke, she felt a coil of tension, an edge of awareness, a warmth of wanting.
 

She wanted him so bad it truthfully did hurt. Okay so she’d never propositioned a man before, but then she’d never masturbated in front of one either. Hell, this whole night was filled with firsts.

She’d spent her entire sexual life waiting on the man to make the first move. Up till now, that life had been equivalent to a partly cloudy day. No blazing sun, no rainy relief. Just dry, partially satisfying sexual encounters that left her wanting more.

She wanted blazing and relief and she wanted it now.

Joe Sterling was the man who could give her both.

Trying for nonchalant, she lifted her arms above her head and stretched. Keeping her hands lifted high left her tightly puckered nipples above the water’s edge and directly in Joe’s line of vision.

“I can’t. I didn’t bring any protection.”

She looked up at him, a teasing smile on the edge of her lips. “And here I was thinking you were such a big city boy. Always prepared.”

He shook his head. “You’ve got me confused with the Boy Scouts.”

A soft laugh was her answer. “I bet you’re one of those too.”

He laughed and shook his head. “You’ve got me there.”

Great. Where she wanted him was in the water with her. Yesterday. “You might not be prepared, but I am.” She pointed to the drawer behind him. “If you open that drawer, you’ll find a box of condoms. I’m willing to share.”

She pulled her knees up and let the water run down her legs. “Of course, if you really think you need to leave…” She let her words trail off as she watched his eyes follow the droplets of water as they rolled up her thigh.

And then she let one hand fall to just above her nipple before she continued. “If you really think you need to leave, I’ll find something to do with my time.”

She watched his eyes darken and prayed that was a good sign. She only had a week for her fantasy to come true. She didn’t want to lose a day, not even for a sister in crisis.

It didn’t take long to get her answer.

With shake of his head and a laugh, Joe bent to pick her up out of the water.
 

When he stopped to grab the box of condoms, he dropped his lips to hers in a possessive kiss. A kiss filled with promise, desire and pure blazing sex. And then he whispered the words that told her the true fantasy was about to come true.

“You win.”

Joe had always considered himself a good lover. He’d certainly never heard any complaints. But as he carried a wet, naked Cordelia into the bedroom, he knew he’d never met a woman like her.

From the moment she’d seen him this morning, she’d been working toward this. A simple look from her had tied him in knots. She’d perfected the art of body language and every ounce of her silent communication had screamed, “let’s get naked.”

A mere mortal like himself didn’t stand a chance of turning her down. Not that he’d be the idiot to try.

She wanted sex, and by God, she was going to get his very best.

Laying her down on the bed, he flicked open the box of condoms and threw a handful on the table beside the bed.

Sprawled out on the bed with her eyes closed she looked like pure chocolate covered fantasy.

He stood beside the bed and waited for her eyes to meet his. When they did, he heard yet another unspoken message.
 

Skip the foreplay, Mister. Let’s get this show on the road.

And damn if he wasn’t ready.
 

With an almost growl he picked up one of the silver packets on the table and ripped it open.

Cordelia felt her heart race as she watched Joe watching her. Her entire body felt focused on her center, on the incredible pulling that started deep and radiated out enveloping her in a warmth that left her breathless.

She’d never felt anything like it in her life. It was like the pressure from her earlier orgasm was building in intensity yet again. And God, she wanted him inside her so bad she could almost taste the wanting.

But she wanted to feel him first. She wanted to be a part of every single moment.

Sitting up, she moved to kneel in front of him and took the package from his hand at the same time she cupped his penis.

Words simply weren’t necessary.

She heard his exhaled breath over her ragged gasp as she slowly smoothed the lubricated cover over his rigid hardness. Even her fingers tingled in anticipation.

Cordelia bit her bottom lip when she finished and looked up at him. She’d wanted to help, but now she didn’t know….

Joe took the guesswork away.

With a soft shove from him, she found herself lying on the bed again. And then he was there, over her and ever so slowly entering until she felt every inch of him inside her.

She cried out as he pushed even higher. She felt so incredibly wet, so unbelievably in tune with her body.

He withdrew and again slowly, slowly pressed inside.

His eyes were closed, his arms shaking. Cordelia heard her moan of pleasure, and even the sound of her own voice sent ripples of pleasure over her body.