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dragging across them as if he was memorizing every bone.
    Dare’s pupils were dilated so wide his eyes reminded me of dark, stormy pools of tar. Tar and lust. Everything about his movements was carefully calculated and painfully slow. I wanted to scream. My pulse quickened until I felt like I was going to lose it. Again. Just from simple touching.
    When his hand finally dipped lower into my pulsing heat, I couldn’t bear it any longer. I reached for the open button of his jeans and tugged. Or, rather, ripped. The button-fly burst apart, exposing more of him than I’d anticipated.
    Dare was not wearing ANYTHING under his jeans.
    That may have been my favorite thing about him at that moment.
    I slid the pants over his hips and down his legs, trying not to gape at him. But he was built unlike any other man I’d ever been with—all length and muscle and power.
    He guided me to the edge of the bed, lowering me on top of the covers as he reached over to retrieve a tiny foil packet from the nightstand. He ripped the package with his teeth and rolled the condom on with one hand as the fingers of his other hand trailed up my thigh.
    And, just like that, the slow motion gave way to insatiable hunger again. I pulled him down, crushing my mouth to his, no longer able to hold back. I wanted him—no, needed him. NOW.
    I gasped when he entered me, his length burying deep inside, his thickness stretching me so wide I had to bite down on his shoulder to keep from crying out. He claimed my hips with his hands, his fingers digging into my flesh as he began to thrust. Gently, then faster and harder until I couldn’t think anymore. All I could feel was him and the way his muscles rippled with every unrestrained move.
    I completely lost myself in him, allowed him to fully possess me. His name was the only thought in my head, the single word at the tip of my tongue as the orgasm began to rock through me. But I bit the “Dare!” back—my one last shred of control still intact.
    Still, for the first time in my life, I felt something as I exploded.
    Dare pulled my arms over my head as I quivered beneath him, his fingers linking with mine as he pressed my hands into the mattress. He kissed me like he couldn’t get enough of me—like every kiss only made him want a hundred more. My climax triggered his, causing him to groan and deepen the kiss, refusing to let go of my hands or my lips.
    He didn’t stop kissing me even after we began the slow descent from the high. In fact, his lips only grew hungrier as his thrusts subsided. His mouth made me feel like I’d never been kissed before this, like his touch would last an entire lifetime. His lips were untamed, unabashed, and unapologetic.
    After what felt like an eternity under his warmth, he broke the kiss and pulled back to look at me. Just look at me. No strings. No complications.
    “Reagan?” he whispered, stilling his movement, but still refusing to leave me.
    “Mmm?”
    “You’re smiling.”

six

    T he wail of sirens startled me awake. My eyes snapped open. Where the hell was I? Flashing red lights shining through an open window on my right were accompanied by honking horns and unintelligible yelling. Not my apartment, obviously. So where exactly? And why?
    A few seconds ticked by as my hazy brain tried to make sense of my surroundings. The exposed wooden beams on the ceiling weren’t familiar. Neither was the gray sheet covering my naked body. And—oh, god—there was a warm figure lying next to me. On top ofme, actually. The weight of his muscular arm felt so right as it rested across my stomach that I had the urge to close my eyes and stay cuddled under it for the rest of the night.
    WHAT?
    The fog inside my mind cleared and it all suddenly came flooding back. The club. The tequila. The pills. And…Dare. Dare’s kisses. His hands, touch, voice. His gift for making me forget about everything else in my fucked-up world. At least for a few hours.
    But… fuck . I fell asleep in