The Dare Collection: July 2018. Nicola Marsh

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       CHAPTER TWELVE

      ROMAN HAD EVERYTHING prepared for Allie. A table set up on the patio overlooking the sunset. The food prepped and ready in its various warming plates. Candlelight. The best of intentions.

      And then she walked out of the jungle and the blood rushed out of his head and took up residence in his cock. She wore a skintight beige skirt that his hands were itching to slide over, and her little crop top bustier thing offered her breasts up as if begging for his mouth. The sandals had a little heel on them, which only served to highlight the muscles in her legs and...

      He rubbed the back of his hand over his mouth. “Fuck, Aphrodite.”

      Her sweet smile was reward enough, but he wasn’t going to be the gentleman he’d planned to be originally. Not with her looking at him with those come-fuck-me eyes and strolling right up to slide her arms around his neck. Her smile widened as she pressed her hips against his. “Hey.”

      “Hey.” He cupped her ass with one hand and her hip with the other, dragging his thumb along the exposed few inches of her upper stomach between the skirt and top. “You look amazing.”

      “Thanks.” She looked him over. “You, too.”

      It was too hot for pants, but he’d chosen a pair of khaki shorts and a linen button-down that passed as dressed to the nines for island fashion. “Are you hungry?”

      “Starving.” She hooked her fingers into his belt loops. “But not for food. I’ve been thinking about you since we were on the boat.” She gave a delicate little shiver that had his cock hardening further. “Dinner will hold. I need you now.” Allie had his belt undone in the space of a heartbeat and shoved his pants down his legs.

      Shock stole his reasoning when he recognized the look on her face. “You’re still jealous.”

      “No, I’m not.” She knelt in front of him and wrapped her fingers around his cock. “I was. It wasn’t anything you did, and it wasn’t anything I have a right to feel, but it was there all the same.”

      He laced his fingers through her hair. “You’re entitled to feeling anything you damn well please.”

      “Yes, I’m aware.”

      He watched her lick her lips, his heartbeat kicking up a notch. She was jealous of the woman on the boat. Roman hadn’t bothered to remember her name, but she had been beautiful and confident and someone he might have looked at twice if he wasn’t totally and completely wrapped up in Allie. “Do you really think another woman can compare when you’re in the room?”

      “We were on a boat.” She gave him another stroke but seemed content to talk for the time being.

      “The point stands.”

      Allie pinned him with a look. “I’m not interested in competing with another woman for a single damn thing. Life isn’t a zero-sum game, and too often we’re pitted against each other when it’s not beneficial for anyone but the men around us.” When he just looked at her, she relented. “Fine. I hated seeing her touch you. I wanted to march up and toss her over the railing. I’m not proud of that.”

      He wished he’d seen the obvious fury in her gaze when it all went down, though it was probably for the best that he hadn’t. Roman had no business being pleased with the fact she was jealous, but he was all the same. He slid his fingers deeper into her hair and lightly massaged her scalp. “I’m not interested in anyone but you.”

      “For the next few days.”

      For always. He couldn’t say it. Even with all the extenuating circumstances, it was too soon. Roman had never shied away from what he wanted, though—and what he wanted was Allie Landers.

      He just had to give her a reason to give him a shot.

       Focus.

      “Suck me, Aphrodite. Show me how disinclined you are to share.”

      She arched a perfectly shaped eyebrow. “I find myself very disinclined to share.” Allie licked the underside of his cock like a lollipop and then sucked him down.

      Roman had to fight to keep his eyes open, to watch her pretty pink lips move over him. She licked and sucked, her gaze never leaving his face. She worked him like she was laying claim to his cock in a way that had lightning sparking at the small of his back and pressure building in his balls. He wasn’t going out like that, though. Not without touching her. “Come here.” He guided her off him and lifted her onto a chair.

      Roman hit his knees and slid his hands beneath her skirt, pushing the soft fabric up. She wore nothing beneath it, and his breath caught in his throat when he СКАЧАТЬ