Bad Intentions (Bad Love #2)(38)

I expect Dare to cringe or at the very least look uncomfortable when he sees where I’m staying, but when I flip on the lamp, he doesn’t even bat an eye. Eric wouldn’t have even made it this far. He would’ve taken one look at Henry’s house and turned up his nose, insisting we get a hotel room.

But I don’t want to think about Eric. I want more of the feeling Dare gave me in his truck, and earlier at Bad Intentions. When he’s making me feel good, I’m not thinking about Eric or Jess’ school, my mom…none of it.

Going for bold, I peel down my leggings, kicking them off along with my shoes. My shirt is next, as I push the buttons through each slit. Dare watches me intently. I lift the bralette over my head, feeling my nipples harden in the cold air. Dare’s nostrils flare, and he prowls toward me, curving a hand around my waist.

His thumb comes up to trace the sore spot on my neck as his fingers curl behind my head, his eyes lighting up in a way that tells me he likes that he put his stamp on me. And I like that he likes it.

“What are you doing, Lo?” Dare asks. “I thought this couldn’t happen again, but here you are, naked, fucking taunting me. And here I am, about to break your little rule again.”

“I don’t know,” I admit. “I just know that I want you to touch me.”

“I have a theory,” Dare says, rubbing a thumb over my bottom lip.

“What’s that?” I ask, pushing on his chest, making him walk backwards. Once he gets to my bed, I press down on his shoulders until he’s sitting, then straddle his lap.

“I think I just need to get you out of my system.” His voice is ragged as his eyes move all over my body and his hands come to rest on my waist.

“You think so?” I ask, tugging the bottom of his shirt up, exposing the colorfully inked skin underneath. He lifts his arms, letting me pull it off him.

“Mhm.” His warm hands smooth up my ribs to the sides of my breasts. “The only way to get rid of this itch…” He trails off, rolling my nipples between his fingers, “is to scratch it.”

“Makes sense,” I breathe, rocking against the hardness I feel under his jeans. “So, what you’re saying is—”

“We fuck. Just this once. Then we go back to being…friends.”

“Just friends.”

“Just friends,” he agrees, fumbling with the button of his jeans.

There are no more words. Dare shoves his jeans down just low enough to free his cock. I feel the hard, silky head poised at my entrance, and Dare doesn’t waste any time thrusting his hips upward, filling me in one swift move. We both groan at the sensation. I’m so incredibly full, and it takes me a minute to adjust to the feeling. Slowly, I start to move my hips. Dare leans back, letting me ride him, his pants still around his thighs. I brace my hands against his chest, increasing speed as he watches me move over him.

Dare sits up and finally touches me. He pulls me flush against him before bringing one arm to band around my waist. The other one comes up to grip the base of my ponytail. He jerks my head back, and the sting of pain only makes it more intense, and I move faster, needing more. I’m so wet I can hear it each time I slide back down his length. This. This is what I needed.

Dare flips me over, throwing me to the dingy mattress, not severing our connection. I drag my feet down his ass and thighs, pushing his jeans off. He kicks off his heavy boots and the jeans follow, then he’s punching his hips into mine, fucking me with the same urgency I’m feeling inside.

His head dips down, and he pulls a nipple into his mouth, nibbling and sucking.

“Harder,” I beg, and he listens, biting hard, causing me to clench around him. He almost growls, pumping faster as he moves to give the other side the same attention.

“I’m going to come if you keep doing that,” he warns, but I can’t help it. What he made me feel in his truck doesn’t even come close to this.

“I don’t care. I need it.”

Dare sits back on his heels, lifting my hips until I’m flush against him, my back still on the bed. He controls my movements effortlessly, sliding me up and down his cock as if I’m nothing more than a rag doll. Sweat drips down the side of his face, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth.

He leans over me once again, licking up my sternum before clamping down on my nipple, harder than before, and the sensation is more than I can handle. My back bows off the mattress, and Dare’s hands slide underneath me to cradle me as I come apart, my body shuddering and jerking before going limp in his arms.

“Fuck.” Dare tightens his grip and fucks my boneless body until he tenses up and spills inside me. He loosens his grip and melts into me, his weight crushing me in the best way, as we catch our breath. His damp face rests on my chest, his cock still inside my body. Minutes pass before either one of us speaks.

“Am I out of your system now?” I ask. Dare huffs out a laugh.

“I’m not even out of your body.” He pulls away, and I feel a gush of wetness that reminds me that he came inside me. Dare must notice it, too, because he’s staring right between my legs, his expression intense.

“I’m on the pill,” I say defensively, even though he has no right to be upset with me. He was the one who made the final move.

Dare groans, one hand on his length as he guides it back to me, spreading our cum around before slipping back inside me.