Come To Me (Dare With Me #3) - J.H. Croix Page 0,51

time.”

“You didn’t answer my question,” I said as he turned.

Disappointment sliced through me when he stepped away and reached for my hand. I wanted more kisses and more of, well, just more. He began to stride quickly out of the barn, making sure to pause and close the door completely behind us.

“For me to ravish you.”

“Ravish?”

He flashed a grin at me, sending my belly into spins. “I’ve never actually used the word ravish.”

I giggled, stumbling a little as we almost ran across the parking lot. We climbed the steps, and when I stumbled again, Diego steadied me with his palms curled on my waist.

“Wait.”

It was one word from him, a simple request, but it felt like a command. I obeyed instantly, stopping and glancing over my shoulder at him. He was one step below me, and I began to turn.

“Stay right there,” he ordered.

His hands slid down, coming to rest on my hips just below the curve of my waist. I held still, almost vibrating with need. I could feel the slick arousal between my thighs and was almost startled to notice it. I didn’t even usually get too turned on, much less when I was climbing up the stairs.

One of his hands shifted, stealing under the hem of my blouse and pushing my camisole up slightly. I felt a hot kiss land at the base of my spine, that one touch feeling like a drop of warm honey on my skin. Another one followed and then another, as he pushed the fabric up. My knees felt rubbery, and I could hardly catch my breath as my pulse spun off wildly, like horses let out to pasture with their hooves pounding on the ground.

I distantly heard myself whimper when another hot kiss landed on my skin. He drew back, and I missed his touch acutely. “Diego.” His name was a whispered plea.

Then, we were moving swiftly, stumbling through the front door. The next few moments were a jumble of my senses absorbing one thing after another. The front door slamming. Our clothes falling in a mixture of sounds—the thump of a shoe, my blouse whooshing through the air, and its almost silent rumple on the floor. Diego’s palms on my skin, his lips impatient and teasing on my neck.

I was barely conscious, made of nothing but sensation and the intense craving for more, more, more—more of everything, and all of it related to Diego and his magic touch.

Somehow, we stumbled into my bedroom. The motion sensor lights flicked on, casting the room in a soft, ambient radiance. Diego spun me around right as we reached the foot of my bed. My breath was coming in ragged, shallow heaves. I stared at him, feeling a little wild inside, like a stream rushing over a cliff after the first thaw of spring.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,’ he growled, dipping his head and giving me a rough kiss. One of his hands splayed across my belly possessively and the other cupped a breast, his thumb teasing over my achy nipple. I was a little surprised to discover I was already completely naked.

I wasn’t so out of it that I hadn’t known we were getting undressed, it’s just I’d lost track of the details. Diego was naked too, and I felt the velvety brush of his arousal, hot against the edge of my hip. The core of me clenched, and I wanted him inside me. Now.

Impatient, I reached between us, curling my palm over his silken shaft. His cock pulsed under my touch, and a thrill raced down my spine at realizing my touch affected him that way.

“Slow down, I don’t want to rush this time,” he murmured against my skin, his words and the motion of his lips another sensation that ricocheted through me.

My need was a bonfire with each sensation another match thrown into the raging inferno inside. I made a sound of protest, but he chuckled. “I’m in charge this time.”

Impatient though I was, I would surrender to Diego because I trusted him that completely, and I wanted him that fiercely.

He spread me out on the bed, his lips blazing a meandering trail over my breasts and my belly. Sparks scattered over the surface of my skin as he pushed my thighs apart with a slow, almost lazy pressure. Then, he trailed lingering kisses on the inside of my thighs, and I trembled with an anticipation so intense that by the time he licked into my folds, I cried out sharply.

I felt