Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 139606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 698(@200wpm)___ 558(@250wpm)___ 465(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 698(@200wpm)___ 558(@250wpm)___ 465(@300wpm)
Like he’d always been alone.
He pressed her against the door, need surging through him.
“Dare, please,” she whispered.
He had no intention of playing games with her this afternoon. He let his tongue surge into her mouth, stroking against hers as his hands found her breasts. He cupped them, memorizing the feel of them. She was so fucking soft and yet strong at the same time.
His cock lengthened, the sensation causing him to move his hips against her belly. The feel of her against him had him groaning.
He pulled at the hem of her skirt. He wanted to take his time, but that wasn’t happening. Their last encounter would be quick and overwhelming emotionally.
Like their whole relationship.
Her hands clutched at him, running down to cup his ass as she kissed him back with everything she had. One leg ran up his, opening herself to him. He slid his fingers over her panties and wasn’t surprised to find she was already hot and wet. She responded so beautifully to him. No other woman would ever respond to him the way she did. Like she’d been made especially for him.
Like they’d been made to fit together with a perfection that could only have been planned.
The minute he touched her pussy, his brain went on the fritz, only one thought in his head. Bind her to him.
Nothing mattered but being inside Tasha.
He somehow got his slacks undone, freed his aching cock. He pressed her against the door, pinning her. There wasn’t time to get her out of those panties, so he simply shoved them aside. She shouldn’t wear them. She should always be ready for her Dom. She should understand that he could want her at any moment—at every moment.
Her legs came around his waist as he drove up inside her. Pure pleasure threatened to swamp his brain. She was so fucking perfect for him, so tight and slick and hot. This was his home. Deep inside this woman, her body wrapped around his. This was as perfect as his life would ever get.
Tasha held on, tightening around him as he fucked her against the door, thrusting inside over and over again.
He wanted it to last forever, wanted to stay in this moment with her.
He kissed her as he felt her tighten around him, her orgasm sending him into his own.
He kissed her over and over again even as they came down from the high of pleasure. Even as reality crept in again. He kissed her because he couldn’t think of anything else to do.
He kissed her until there was a knock on the door.
“It’s time, Tash.” Her father’s voice came through.
She closed her eyes and hugged him. They were bright with tears when she opened them. “Dare, we don’t have to go through with this.”
But they did.
His body and brain were at odds as he stepped back, settling her on the floor again. She was the picture of passion, her hair and clothes disheveled. She was so fucking gorgeous it hurt to look at her.
“We’ll be right out,” he said as he zipped up his slacks.
Her eyes closed again, and she straightened her dress. “I’m going to clean up before we leave.”
She opened the door and slipped out, and he was left with a judgmental-looking Ian Taggart.
“Bet you didn’t even wear a condom,” Taggart said with a steely gaze. “Don’t think I’ll let you get away with it the way I did that ditzball my son impregnated. Canada isn’t big enough to hide your ass.”
Taggart stalked down the hall as the words settled on Dare’s soul, and he wondered if subconsciously that wasn’t exactly why he’d done it.
Chapter Nineteen
Tasha closed the door behind her, locking it with a hollow pit in her gut.
He was gone.
Nate would make sure Dare made it downstairs to her mother, and then she wasn’t going to see him again. They’d held hands in the car and then made a few public displays of affection as they’d sat in the bar and had a single drink. The conference was coming to a close, and Dare had several people who wanted to follow up with him next week when everyone was home.
Though they hadn’t seen Oakley, they’d made sure everyone had seen them.
And then they’d walked up here and he’d strode away toward the stairs with Nate.
No good-byes.
She could still feel him moving against her, his passion pinning her to the door as she held on for dear life. Her last memories of Dare would be stamped on her brain forever. She would go to her grave wanting to be right back there where he couldn’t hold out on her, where he’d shown her everything they could have had.
Had those final moments been her punishment for lying to him? Was he smiling because he knew he’d gotten back some of his own?