The Dare Collection: July 2018. Nicola Marsh

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      Allie shivered. “If you did, we’d have a problem.”

      “Noted.” His hands moved back up her arms, thumbs again making the movement a tease. “Were you wearing this when you got the note?”

      “I might have made a few alterations.” Thanks for the tip, Becka.

      “Mmm.” The sound was somewhere between a purr and a growl. Roman released her arms and hooked his fingers into her shorts. A swift yank and they hit the deck. “No panties. Allie, I think you’re going to fucking kill me.”

      She started to pull her shirt off, but he stopped her. “Keep it on. It’s just as much a tease as you are.”

      “If anyone is a tease, it’s you.”

      “Is that so?” Roman undid the ties at the front of his suit and slid it off without taking his eyes from her. “You came earlier, Allie. I suffered.”

      She smacked his hands away when he reached for her again. “Don’t pull that shit with me. You said you’d jerk yourself. If you didn’t, that’s your problem, not mine.” She tried to make herself believe the words. She wasn’t some idiot teenager who thought blue balls meant she owed a guy something, but the thought of Roman suffering didn’t sit well with her, even if he was the enemy outside of this island.

      “If you think my hand can compare to your pussy, you’re sadly mistaken.” He went to his knees right there in front of her and lifted her shirt to bare her completely from the waist down. “It’s been hours, Allie. Fucking hours that I’ve wanted you and haven’t been able to do a goddamn thing about it.” Roman dragged his mouth from one hip to the other, just below her belly button. He inhaled deeply. “I crave you. What are you doing to me?”

      “Me?” She didn’t get more than that out before he nudged her legs wider and gave her pussy a long lick. The position didn’t leave her open nearly enough, and she tried to spread her legs farther without toppling over.

      Roman hooked the backs of her thighs and lifted her to straddle his face. She blinked down at him, but he was too busy taking advantage of the access. He delved his tongue into her, and pleasure made her stop worrying about if he was going to drop her. She clung to his head and gave herself over to what he did to her, trusting him.

      He fucked her with his tongue the same way he fucked her with his fingers and cock. Thoroughly. She could barely shift against him in her current position, though, and frustration warred with desire. “Not enough. I need more.”

      His growl vibrated through her and seemed to center on her clit. He shifted and she let loose a cry as he stood and walked them to one of the lounge chairs arranged to look out over the beach. With the light of the villa, the contrasting darkness felt absolute, but Allie didn’t have a chance to think too hard on that before he laid her on the lounge chair and lifted his head. “Not enough.”

      “That’s what I said.”

      He pushed two fingers into her. One stroke. A second. A third finger joined them. Roman used his other hand to tug her shirt to reveal one breast. He flicked her nipple with his tongue as he plunged his fingers into her again and again. “Is this enough, Allie?”

       Yes. No.

      She thrashed, shaking her head. “I need you.”

      He nipped the underside of her breast. “You missed my cock. You’ve been empty and aching for me since you left. That orgasm earlier only made it worse, didn’t it?”

      “Yes,” she sobbed out. It was the truth. Instead of taking the edge off, she’d been acutely aware of what she was missing, rather than what she’d gotten.

      “You need me, Allie.” He kept up the punishing rhythm with his fingers. “You need what I can give you.”

      “Yes! I need you.” She grabbed his shoulders. “Tell me you have a condom nearby.”

      She felt his grin against her skin. “I stashed some earlier.” He reached under the lounge chair and she heard the familiar crinkle of foil. Roman ripped it open and stopped touching her long enough to roll it on. “Up.”

      Allie scrambled to obey, already anticipating what came next. He took her place on the lounge chair and guided her to straddle him. “That shirt won’t last much longer.” He cupped her exposed breast and went still as she positioned his cock at her entrance. “That’s it, Allie. Take what you need.”

       I need you.

      She didn’t say it again. It felt too big, too vulnerable, to give voice to, when she was going out of her mind with what he was doing to her. She sank onto his length, enjoying teasing them both by taking it slow. Only when he was sheathed completely inside her did she breathe out. “Yes. This.”

      He pulled her shirt up. “I want to see all of you while you ride me.”

      There were no shadows to hide in out here on the patio. Anyone who walked up could see them, but that was the point of paradise—there was no one but them. She liked the thought of being interrupted, though—more than she wanted to admit.

      Allie took her shirt off, braced her hands on his chest and began to move. A long slide up, and another down while she rolled her hips. It felt so fucking good, she had a hard time keeping up the rhythm. Roman’s grip on her hips urged her on, her pleasure cresting all too soon. She dug her nails into his perfect chest. “I’m close.”

      “I know.”

      So damn cocky. It would have been unbearable if not for the way he watched her, as if she was something he wanted. Needed. Allie couldn’t close her eyes, couldn’t look away, couldn’t do anything but ride him with one slow stroke after another, pushing them both toward oblivion.

      “I love your body.” He skimmed his hands over her stomach and up to her breasts. A few breathtaking seconds spent plucking her nipples and then he coasted his hands back down to her ass. “Fucking phenomenal.”

      “Stop talking.” She had decent self-confidence, but that didn’t mean his showering her with compliments made her comfortable. Allie knew Roman wanted her—he wouldn’t have acted the way he had since meeting her if he didn’t. He sure as hell wouldn’t have compromised his business plans to give them a reprieve. She might not know him well, but she knew that much. But the way he spoke to her—about her—was as worshipful as if he really thought she was Aphrodite.

      But she was only a woman, and not one that he’d like all that much outside of paradise.

      Allie might not be sure of a lot of things, but she was sure of that.

       CHAPTER NINE

      ROMAN HELD ALLIE’S BODY, but her mind was a million miles away—just like it’d been since they’d finished having sex. He had no right to push her. He knew that. The agreement that had brought her here in the first place was the same one that kept him from asking anything that might link back to New York.

      Except...

      “What are you thinking about?”

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