Untamed (Untamed #1) (4 page)

And I wanted to be closer, but before I could tell Dare that, my words were consumed by his mouth. He wrapped his arms around my waist and crushed my ribs into the firm muscles of his chest and abdomen, keeping me tightly pinned to him as he stole the air from my lungs and eclipsed every thought in my head. Writhing in his lap, I sank my teeth into his bottom lip and spread my legs wider in response to the throbbing between my thighs.

“Dare…” I gasped as the rock-hard evidence of his excitement dug into me. “I need...”

“What?” he spoke into my mouth.

“More,” I panted, kneading my hips against him. “
You
.”

Groaning, he broke the kiss and narrowed his eyes into wild, hazy slits. Just when I thought I’d fucked up and shattered the spell, he entwined his hands in my hair and pulled back my head, exposing my bare neck. Licking his way up the tender skin, he nipped at my earlobe before pressing his hot mouth to my ear and whispering, “Time to go for a ride, Reagan.”

My entire body hummed in anticipation as we stumbled into Dare’s Brooklyn loft. The moment the door slammed shut, he spun me around and pinned my body against the solid metal, taking our kiss to a whole new level. His mouth was rough and wanting, his tongue greedily feeding off my own. Excited tremors soared through me as he trailed his lips over my jawline to my neck and down my throat. When he grazed my collarbone with his teeth, I came completely undone. He was the only thought that filled my mind, his touch the single sensation that existed in this moment.

Arching my back, I gripped his hair and pushed my hips harder into him, moaning as I pressed against his hardness. Dare hooked his fingers under my knees to part my thighs and lift my legs so I could wrap them around his waist. A whimper escaped my lips when the rough denim of his jeans scraped against my core, my nails instinctively digging into his back.

His stubble grazed my hyper-sensitive skin as he continued to kiss his way down my body. One hand cupped my ass, while the other slid beneath my dress, inching closer and closer to the ache between my thighs. My panties were soaked, my desire for him spiraling out of control. No. Not desire.
Necessity
. I needed him. Or I was going to spontaneously combust.

“I want you out of this dress,” he said as if he could read my mind. “
Now
.”

“You first.” One hand tugged at the collar of his jacket, forcing the material over his shoulders while the other pulled up the hem of his black t-shirt. I could barely budge them.

Crap.

We were too entwined to strip with ease, so my fingers slid under his shirt, too impatient to get to his bare body. The smoothness of his warm skin was a striking contrast to the hard ridges of his abs, and the contact caused a thrill of tingles to shoot through me. He felt so, so GOOD. When I grazed the waistband of his jeans with the tips of my fingers, his muscles contracted beneath my touch. He cursed under his breath, claiming my lips with such intensity I saw bursts of light behind my eyes.

The world around us became a blur. Nothing else existed except the two of us. Dare and me. Our heavy breathing and the synchronized thump of our hearts over the soundtrack of carnal groans, moans, and growls. Fueled by pure lust, we shuffled our way deeper into his apartment, my legs still clinging to his hips as he led the way toward what I hoped was his bed.

And nakedness.

Our bodies slammed into the exposed brick wall and random pieces of furniture as our hands worked diligently to tear off every piece of fabric they came in contact with. Dare’s jacket fell to the floor with a heavy thud. His shirt followed, flying over his head. I lost one heel god knows where. The other shoe managed to cling on until we collided with a console table.

By the time we stumbled into the kitchen, Dare was down to just jeans. Without breaking our kiss, he set me on top of the dining room table and spread my thighs wide open so he could push himself between my legs. His fingers hooked into my thong, and in one skillful tug, the lace ripped free.

He parted my knees wider, then slid his palms up my inner thighs, igniting a firestorm of tingles everywhere he touched. The higher his hands climbed, the louder and more frenzied my moans grew. As his thumb grazed my clit, I bit back a startled gasp and pressed my hips into him, sliding closer to the edge of the table so the rest of his hand could have full access to me.

“More. Please, more.” My words swam in a realm between pleas and demands.

He thrust two fingers inside me and groaned. “You’re so fucking wet.”

My head tipped back and he slid his tongue into my mouth, muffling my cries as his fingers began to move in and out. First slowly and torturously, then picking up speed and intensity until his hand pulsed to the precise rhythm of the throb between my thighs.

Kissing his way down my chest, his free hand tugged on the bodice of my dress, partially exposing my right breast. My breath caught in my throat when his mouth connected with the tender skin. His tongue flicked along my cleavage, diving deeper under the silky fabric until his lips found my nipple. When his teeth began to nip and tease the sensitive nerves, his mouth and tongue both working me to the cadence of his fingers, my head started to spin.

Right and wrong, life and death—nothing fucking mattered.

My back bowed as he delved deeper into me with each thrust, beckoning me closer and closer toward the edge I was so desperate to reach. I bit into his shoulder and he increased his tempo until my thighs were quivering. My toes curled in delightful agony as every nerve in my body coiled in preparation for the relief I so severely craved.

Dare continued to wind me tighter and tighter, his fingers pumping in and out while his tongue skillfully flicked my nipple. He was everywhere, moving faster and harder with each stroke and every lick until I could no longer tell where he ended and I began.

Waves of pleasure crashed into me as I came undone with a guttural scream. My body rocked off the table, crumpling against him. And there was something…
sweet
…about collapsing into Dare’s arms.

Jesus
.
Had I really just thought that? This guy was not only driving me physically insane, he was clearly also messing with my head. Both my body and mind were so full of him I didn’t have room for anything else. I just wanted to exist in the present.

I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt that way in my entire life.

Wanting to hang on to the high, I slipped my hands into the back pocket of his jeans and dug my fingers into the firm flesh of his ass to draw him closer. The heat of his erection pressed against my naked core, driving me wild as I reached for the top button of his jeans.

“Condom?” I whispered, urgently ripping the button open. I always carried some in my purse, but my clutch was somewhere on the floor buried amidst the trail of clothes. There was no way in hell was I going to disengage from THIS to go search for it.

Dare nodded his chin across the room. “Nightstand.” Then he picked me up and carried me to his bed.

And everything slowed down.

His hands released me, and I slid down the front of him inch by inch until my feet touched the floor, my legs shaking, my body aching with need.

“I want you naked.” His voice was low and husky, sending shivers over my skin.

I reached for the zipper on my back, but he grabbed my wrist to stop me. Placing one hand on my hip, he slowly turned me around so that I was facing away from him. His fingers found the zipper and he dragged it down, taking his sweet time to get all the way to the bottom. My dress opening and our ragged breaths were the only sounds in the quiet room. Leisurely, he guided the dress down my body, letting the fabric caress my skin. It fell to the floor, pooling at my feet in a silky heap, and I stepped out of it.

I was about to turn and face him when he whispered, “Wait.” He moved my hair over my shoulder, exposing my bare back. “I want to see you.” His fingers glided over my neck and upper back, then trailed down my spine and skimmed over the curve of my ass. “All of you.”

He kissed one shoulder, then the other, making his way up my neck to my ear.

“You’re beautiful, Reagan.”

The heat from his lips shot through my naked body, burrowing deep inside me as his fingers trailed down the back of my thighs. He slid them toward the ache between my legs, brushing me gently, drawing out a moan from my lips. With his mouth firmly pressed to my neck, he glided his hands over my waist and down my stomach to the front of my thighs.

“So beautiful.” He turned me around and explored my front with hungry eyes and even hungrier hands. His gaze lingered on my mouth and his thumb followed its path, caressing the swollen skin. Back and forth, up and down. When I parted my lips and skimmed the pad with my tongue, he groaned and allowed me a taste. As I sucked, his breath quickened and his eyes filled with desire.

He brushed my lips once more as I released him, and then slowly slid his hand all the way down to the curve of my breast. My nipples were hard, but as his fingers trailed over them, they tensed and tightened. His hand traveled farther south, skating over my ribs, his fingers gently 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.”

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