Truth or Dare (17 page)

And that was it. He was done.

Because Maggie challenging him with that demon glint in her eye and her whole body exuding a sensual need with his name on it—yeah, she’d hit his button and there was no going back.

“You want
hard,
Maggie?” he asked, reaching for her as she reached for him, meeting in the middle of a bad idea that suddenly didn’t seem so wrong at all and, holy hell, felt all too right.

“Yes.”

“And you seriously believe we can do this without it screwing up our friendship?”

He might have put a little more faith into the nod she issued if it hadn’t come on the heels of a shuddering breath following the press of his thigh high between her legs. But then maybe he’d gone too far for something so trivial as the truth to matter.

“I wouldn’t have suggested it if I didn’t.”

Christ,
she was so pretty, staring at him with those sex-hazed eyes and parted lips.

Palming the firm curve of her ass, he pulled her higher over his thigh, rocking it against her heat. He kissed her, getting lost in the pliant give of her lips and the soft moans escaping them. Fisting the mess of hair at the nape of her neck, he urged her head back so she opened to the hot thrust of his kiss.

Yes.

Maggie knew what she was doing. This was what they wanted. What they needed. The no-strings solution to an itch desperate to be scratched.

It wasn’t a mistake.

“God, Maggie, are you sure about this?”

“I’m sure,” she gasped, her hands sliding up and down the hard contours of his chest. “This is sex. No expectations. Just two people taking advantage of an opportunity they seldom see.”

She was reaching for his mouth with hers when he pushed her back. Searched her eyes.

“I’m pretty sure this is an opportunity available to you any day of the week.”

She shook her head. “You know it’s not.” For too many reasons. She never felt this kind of attraction, this kind of need and draw. And more than that, she never felt the trust.

And maybe the two went hand in hand. Maybe after what happened with Kyle, she couldn’t have the desire without the sense of safety she found with Tyler.

The hand at her ass pulled her in tight against him, so she could feel the hard ridge of his cock unyielding against her belly.

“I want this,” she whispered. “I want you.”

His mouth landed hard over hers, his tongue thrusting between her teeth, filling her with the hot, wet promise of what more there was to come. He kissed her like he couldn’t get enough. Like she was his next breath. Like she was the question, the answer, the everything.

He kissed her like she was kissing him.

And then he was bowing her back, devouring her mouth as his hand slid down her thigh, catching her at the back of her knee and pulling her up against him.

She was tugging at his shirt, her hands everywhere—under it, over it, fisting the fabric at the side of his ribs as she pulled, desperate to get him naked. Desperate for the hot press of his bare skin against her own.

“Tell me what you want,” he growled against her ear.

She wanted the taste of his sweat when she ran her tongue along his collarbone. The brush of those crisp hairs trailing down the center of his abdomen against her belly. The hard bead of his nipples against her lips.

“You, naked.”

Tyler reached behind him and, grabbing a handful of shirt, wrenched it over his head.

And then he was back, only Maggie was pulling away, keeping the distance between them with her palm against Tyler’s stomach because—wow—just
wow.

She’d seen him shirtless before.

That first day, even.

But this. Now.

“Maybe we weren’t talking about the same thing with the no-shirt business,” he said with that deep, melty voice that was doing crazy things to her belly as it poured over her. “I was thinking no shirt meant we got closer. And possibly some reciprocal action on your part.”

Tearing her stare from where she’d begun a rather shameless caress, she met his eyes. “You’re amazing, Tyler.”

The ridges of his cheekbones darkened and he gave her a lopsided grin. “You don’t get out enough.”

He reached for the hem of her top at either side of her hips and dragged the stretchy fabric up over her belly, pausing to brush his thumbs against the bare skin there before continuing to pull it up over her ribs until he was playing at the bottom swells of her breasts. “Which happens to work just fine for me.”

“Yeah?”

He pulled her shirt the rest of the way off, tossing it aside by his own.

And then he caught her up against him. Her legs locked around his waist as her arms linked tight around his neck.

It wasn’t like in the stairwell.

The urgency was there, yes. The need, definitely. But the night of their second date, it was like they’d been trying to get as much in as they could before reality caught up with them. And now, this time, there was a freedom in what they were doing. An acceptance.

Sure, this stolen moment was temporary. But instead of worrying about knowing they needed to stop, their focus was in the moment. On the now. Making the most of what they’d agreed upon and having the confidence in each other to just enjoy.

Maggie was going to be the end of him. Right here in the hall as she bit at his lips and sucked at his ears, opening her legs wider to his rutting thrusts.

The bedroom was less than fifteen feet away, but after she’d done that thing—

Fuck,
he rocked against her again, tipped her ass to meet him more completely, and about lost it at the new angle and how he could feel every freaking soft spot she had beneath the stretch of her yoga pants.

He needed to take back control. He’d only had her like this once before, but he knew if he rode against her this way—another three breaths and she’d be begging him.

“Tyler!”

Just like he knew when he added his tongue to the mix, filling her mouth the way she wanted him to fill her body, she got a little desperate—pulled a little harder at his hair, clutched a little tighter at his shoulders, and greedily demanded more with her heel against his ass.

Only then she was wiggling out of his arms, pushing him back against the wall with trembling hands. And he let her, because hell yes, he wanted to know everything that got her off. And the way she jerked his fly open and rubbed her hand over the bulge, cupping him through the denim as he pushed into her palm. Hot. Even more so when she unzipped him and her fingers wrapped around his length.

Okay, definitely time to get within grabbing distance of the rubbers, because the way she was squeezing him, he wanted inside her. Bad.

Planning to scoop her into his arms and carry her to the bed, he instead fell back against the plaster when Maggie dropped to her knees in front of him and, lips parted, closed her eyes on a moan as she took him into her mouth.

Sweet, hot, wet suction slicked over his length, until
holy hell,
he felt the stroke of her tongue as she moaned around him. Sucking up and down his shaft, she purred, taking him deeper and deeper until he met the resistance of the back of her throat.

It was too much for the way he wanted to be with her. “Maggie, stop.”

She eased back, lips dragging down his length until he thought his head would explode. But then she’d released him and was kissing her way back up his chest. Flicking his nipple before finding his mouth.

That was it.

He had her by the backs of the thighs, her legs wrapped tight around his waist.

“Hurry,” she urged.

Not a problem.

Tyler bounced Maggie back on his bed and shucked his pants and underwear together, watching as she wiggled out of hers, kicking them to the side. Her eyes were all over him, the way his were with her. Like they were planning their strategy. Their attack. Prioritizing needs and desires.

Her nipples hard in his mouth or his tongue between her legs.

He wanted them both. But which first…

It didn’t matter, so long as he got what he needed most. Her cries filling this room with pleasure.

Maggie waited as he dug into the nightstand and withdrew the sealed box of condoms that had been living there in isolation since he’d moved in. A moment later, he’d rolled one on and catching Maggie by either ankle, pulled her toward the edge of the bed. Then, eyes locked, his hands sliding up the silky smoothness of her calves to her knees, he urged them apart to accommodate his shoulders.

She was open to him. Her legs split wide, her sex pink and wet and just exactly the place he wanted to be.

“Tyler,” Maggie whispered, her knees shifting restlessly against the outside of his arms. “Please, don’t make me wait.”

Another stroke like that and his ego was going to go off before he even got a taste of her.

But
damn,
it felt good being what this gorgeous woman wanted. What she needed. What she was willing to beg for.

Bringing her knee higher, he turned his face into her skin, rubbing against the softness there. He’d shaved a couple of hours ago, but he knew there’d still be the slightest scrape.

Maggie moaned, her hands roaming restlessly over her hips and belly as he kissed and rubbed his way up her thigh, closing in on the prize at her center with a patience that astounded even him.

He didn’t know how he held out, how he refrained from diving into that sweetness like the glutton he was. Except he wanted this to last. He didn’t want to miss a single moan. A single sigh. He’d made her come once this week and that had been mind-blowingly good. But when he did it now, he wanted to take her slowly. He wanted it to build.

And when she came for him, he wanted it to be the best she’d ever had. He wanted to give her something to remember, the way he was going to remember this.

So when he finally found her center, when she was so wet and swollen and desperate that her hips were rising off the bed to meet his kiss, he gave it to her.

Slowly…brushing his lips against her slickness.

Thoroughly…kissing and licking over every needy inch of her until her head was thrashing against the comforter, her fingers fisting in his hair.

Deeply…sliding one finger, and then another, inside her as far as they would go while he drew with a rhythmic suction against her clit until her body went taut and she screamed his name, coming hard against his mouth.

Maggie could barely breathe, could hardly think, as Tyler blazed a hot trail of seduction up her body. He swirled his tongue around her navel, nibbled at the jutting rise of her pelvic bones, dropped kisses along the ridge of her ribs, and sucked at the bottom swell of her breast.

She wanted to maul him. Be everywhere at once. All over him. Under him. Around him. But the way he’d made her come, it was like he’d wrung her body out completely.

And now he was looking down at her with that intently sensual stare, teasing her body back to its heightened state, and all she could do was revel in his attention.

Savor the soft draw of his lips against her breast, the erotic sight of him bringing his fingers, still slick with her juices, to her nipple where he painted slow circles around the tight bud until it ached and throbbed, and her breath shuddered in and out of her. Until her body was clenching anew with the need to be filled.

At last, he covered her tight peak with his lips, groaning as his tongue stroked her within his mouth.

She let out another cry, her hips rising in a plea—this time, one Tyler was ready to meet.

Releasing her nipple, he brushed the turgid peak with his thumb and then, staring into her eyes, positioned himself between her legs.

He was so big. So thick and hard as he slid against the soaking spread of her sex. The pronounced ridge at the head of his cock riding over her sensitized clit.

So good.

And the way he was looking at her, like she was a gift to him and not the other way around—God, it made her feel sexy. Hot.

“I want you, Tyler. Inside me, please.”

Tyler’s eyes met hers, and she could see the need and restraint and satisfaction swirling within them. His head lowered and he kissed her, teasing her parted lips with his tongue as he nudged past her opening, working the head inside. Taking her by increments, he gave her body time to adjust while keeping her on the pleasured edge of too much and not enough.

Sliding in and pulling back, he went deeper with every pass, until finally he sank full length, giving her the hard kiss of his groin against her clit as the head of his shaft met her womb.

She cried out, the intensity of sensation nearly too much, but then he was retreating, pulling all that thick length back through her tingling, sensitized flesh, teasing her with the ridge of his head before returning in one long, deep slide that stole her breath and had her at the brink of mindlessness again.

Another retreat, another return, another shuddering gasp. And then again. And again. Each time he pulled and then pushed through her clinging wet flesh—penetrating deeper, sliding harder—he brought her closer to a release that threatened to overwhelm her.

Tyler leaned over her, his lips brushing her ear.

“You feel so fucking good.” Another deep shaft, this one accompanied by more sexy words, promises, and a roll of his hips that did something insane inside her. And the talking, that gruff rumble all about what he wanted to do to her next?

It was like a vibrator between them. Setting off every sensual nerve ending she had.

“Tell me,” she gasped, loving the idea that even when he had her completely, he wanted more. Because it meant she wasn’t alone in this insanity. “Tell me more.”

He continued thrusting, but slower, so her concentration split between the steady, intense penetration, the friction, and the erotic, descriptive words of intent rumbling between them.

Oh yes, he should definitely do that…

He wouldn’t…God, she hoped he would…

And now she knew why the man excelled in his creative field of marketing. He was seriously full of ideas. Varied, sexy, incredible ideas.