The Dare Collection March 2019. Rachael Stewart

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СКАЧАТЬ upon his chest, still mouthwateringly bare and just as hard and muscled as he looked. He gazed down at her, his dark eyes intense and shot through with that intoxicating gold that made her breath catch.

      But she didn’t want to catch her breath and let his gaze go to her head. She wanted to take what happened between them and steady it, somehow, inside her. It was only sex, after all. There was no need for her to feel as if it was eating at her bones, changing her, turning her into something else—

       That’s enough, then.

      She was coming over all angsty when that wasn’t her way. Lucinda concentrated on Jason’s impossible beauty instead.

      He looked down at her hands on the sculpted ridges of his abdomen and smiled. Then he took a moment to shuck off his jeans and toss them aside before he came back to stand before her, naked at last. His confidence and sheer maleness was nearly overwhelming. She wanted to...breathe him in. She wanted to bury her face against him, close her eyes and feel his hard, corded arms wrap around her and hold her.

      She wanted him to make her feel safe.

      And that set off just about every alarm she had inside her.

      Lucinda blinked, hoping against hope that nothing showed on her face. She directed her attention away from odd urges inside her and toward the things that actually mattered here, standing next to a bed with a beautiful man. And at Jason’s cock, already mouthwateringly hard again, and with a fresh new condom besides. She wrapped her hand around him, smiling when he was finally the one to let out a jagged sort of breath.

      As long as it wasn’t only her.

      She felt herself get wetter. Hotter. She was already imagining that thick, hard length inside her again—

      Get on with it, she ordered herself, before she started building up fantasies of his keeping her safe again, when she knew better than that. Lucinda was the only person who could keep herself safe, and even if that wasn’t true, a night with a man she’d only just met was no place to explore her poor, broken heart, for fuck’s sake.

      She let go of his cock and slid her hands up the wall of his chest again. He was standing between her and the bed, so she thought she’d cut to the chase. She smiled up at him, hoping she conveyed all the seduction and heat necessary, and then she pushed him. She put her weight behind it.

      Usually, they fell right over in a willing and lazy sprawl, but Jason didn’t move an inch. She might as well have shoved a mountain.

      “If you want something, Lucinda, ask.”

      Already that was different. It wasn’t part of the usual script. Lucinda scowled at him—also not normal—and pushed at him again. “Lie down.”

      He still didn’t so much as sway. His gaze left hers, tracking over her curls instead, and something about the way his expression changed made a different sort of heat wash over her. It felt connected to that same urge she’d had before, to...cuddle, God help her.

      Lucinda thought she would rather die.

      And everything was already out of control. The fact she’d fallen asleep the way she had earlier instead of charging ahead with her grand plan to win this man over. The fact they’d had sex like that, outside, hot and wild—and decidedly not the way she generally had sex.

      Not the way she wanted to have sex, she amended inside her head.

      But she wanted that damned resort more than she wanted to hold on tight to her own control issues.

      “Lie down,” she said again. “Please?”

      “Okay,” Jason said, too easily. And after what seemed like far too long.

      He smiled at Lucinda in a way she thought was mocking, but she didn’t allow herself to react. And only when she was sure he was going to continue doing it forever did he move back, clearly because he’d decided to move and not because she wanted him to move, and stretched back on the bed.

      She didn’t like the fact that he’d wrested control from even that. It made the whole thing feel...fraught with peril, somehow.

      But she ignored it, because bigger things were at stake here. She pasted her smile on her face again and then she moved toward him, climbing up on the bed and crawling her way up the length of his big, rangy body until she could seat herself astride him again.

      The choreography to this was simple, no matter that Jason was by far the most intense man she’d ever met. Lucinda had worked out the kinks years ago. It didn’t matter how big the man was, or how their bodies fit together otherwise. Push him down on his back, climb on board, and she could make her own fun. Then leave.

      It was easy gratification. And better still, the men in question always enjoyed the show she put on as she did all the work, so there were never any complaints.

      Lucinda chose not to analyze exactly why it was so important to her that she put this situation with Jason back on that kind of footing. The only kind of footing she understood.

      She reached down between them again, still smiling as she went to wrap her fingers around him so she could hurry this up and get all those strange feelings out of her—

      But he wasn’t waiting in breathless anticipation to see what she would do, the way he should have been. Instead, his big hands came up and speared into her curls until he was holding her fast above him.

      Making a mockery of her sense of control.

      “I don’t know why you put your hair up at all.” His voice was a low, intense rumble that made goose bumps rise all over her skin. “You should keep it down. Always.”

      Lucinda opened her mouth to tell him two things. One, that her hair wasn’t professional like this, and two, to stop talking so she could get to work.

      But instead, he tugged her down and set his mouth to hers.

      And the things he did to her mouth defied such a sweet, adorable little word as kiss.

      By the time he was finished, she was shaking, everywhere. And more confusingly, she was on her back with Jason above her, pressing her down into the mattress.

      “Wait,” she managed to pant out. “This isn’t how this is supposed to go!”

      “Seems right to me,” Jason murmured, his mouth at her neck, and then his cock was right where she wanted it, working its way inside her. Then sliding home.

      And she was arching in sheer delight, unable to help herself. She was desperate to rub her breasts against the steel of his chest all over again. Wild to shift her hips so she could take all of him. More of him. Everything.

      “I want to be in control,” she threw out there, a shot against the seductive dark greed for him that was pulling her under.

      And this time when he let out that laugh of his, dark and deep, she could feel it as if it was a part of her. From his cock so deep inside her to her own hard nipples pressed there against his chest. As if she was part of the laughter, made of it, and humbled by it, too.

      It made her pussy clench.

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