Dare Me(18)

She shrugs. “Just this time of year. It’s coming up on the anniversary of my dad’s death, and every year, I struggle with it.”

“How many years has it been?” I ask her, although I know how long it’s been. I know the day, the year, and even the time of his death. I know everything about him, and it kills me to see how his death is still affecting her.

“Ten.” Her voice is barely audible.

“Come here.” I pull her into me as I lie back against the chaise lounge. Her arms are trapped inside the plush blanket, and she lays her head on my shoulder. I press a soft kiss to the top of her head, running my hand up and down her back. I’m at a loss as to what to do to comfort her, but with each exhale, I can feel her warm breath against my neck, and as long as she is breathing, I’ll do anything it takes to make her happy.

“It’s really late, and I should go so you can sleep,” she says, trying to wiggle out of my arms and away from me.

I resist, pulling her closer. “You’re not going anywhere,” I whisper into the top of her head and tighten my hold on her.

“Holt,” she sighs. “You don’t need to stay up with me. I’ll just catch a cab—”

“No,” I interrupt her. “I want you here with me. And if you can’t sleep, then I won’t either.”

She looks at me, surprised. “You don’t have to do this.”

“I know I don’t. I want to.” I clear my throat and settle into the chaise lounge.

“Why?” She looks up at me. “This was a mistake. We shouldn’t be doing this.” She shakes her head a little and presses her eyes closed.

“A mistake?” I question her. “How was this a mistake?” I realize my tone is bitter, but nothing about last night with Saige was a mistake.

“I mean—”

I realize how rude it is for me to interrupt her again, but I do anyway. “We’re two consenting adults, Saige. I have thoroughly enjoyed my evening with you, and I assume you have as well, since you’re still here—”

She cuts me off this time. “You wouldn’t let me leave.” Her voice trembles as she speaks and I realize how vulnerable she looks.

“Do you want to leave?” I ask her. It’s a loaded question. I know how this is going to end, regardless of her answer, and I’ll show her that tonight was not a mistake. “Because I don’t want you to leave, and when I touch you, your body tells me you don’t want to leave.” I pull the blanket down off of her shoulders, and she inhales sharply as the cool air assaults her warm skin. “Lie back,” I order her and pull open the blanket.

Her soft skin immediately puckers in goose bumps, and her nipples tighten into hard little peaks. I run my hand down her chest, between her breasts, her skin still warm to the touch. Her back arches at my touch, my fingers trailing down her soft stomach. I waste no time dipping my fingers lower and into her warmth.

“Does this feel like a mistake?” I slide my finger inside her. Warm. Wet. Definitely not a mistake. She groans, her legs falling open and I move my finger in and out of her slowly. “Doesn’t feel like a mistake, does it, Saige?”

She whips her head from side to side and bites on her bottom lip. I scoot to the end of the lounger and drop my pajama pants, my erection springing free. A cool breeze twirls around us, and the moonlight provides just enough light for me to see Saige’s hooded eyes.

Aligning myself at her entrance, I press myself into her and she gasps loudly. “Does this feel like a mistake?” I ask her again as I move inside her. Bare. Skin to skin. I want to own her as much as she owns me, and she doesn’t even know it. Her back arches, and I hold her knees open wide as I fill her completely. “Because I’m pretty sure this is heaven, Saige. This is what heaven feels like.”

She closes her eyes and moves her hips slowly with mine. Leaning forward, I pull one of her taut nipples into my mouth, sucking gently while I cup her breasts. Her hands find their way into my hair, and she tugs lightly with each thrust into her. She releases a chorus of gasps, and moans and sighs; all sounds of pleasure as I work myself in and out of her body. With a final thrust, I pull out of her, and her eyes shoot open, bringing her back from wherever her mind had her.

“When we’re done, I want you to tell me what you were thinking,” I say quietly into her ear. A small smile pulls at her lips. “Roll over,” I tell her and lift her hip, rolling her onto her stomach. I press her legs together tightly and slide my arm underneath her stomach, lifting her ass into the air. From this position, I easily slide into her from behind, and she moans more the deeper I go. As I fill her, she gasps loudly and her head falls forward into the cushion.

She’s unbelievably tight from this angle, and she clenches herself around me. “Feel that, Saige?” She mumbles something inaudible, and I can’t help but smile. “Not a mistake,” I whisper, gripping her hips as I feel her come undone all over me. As I f*ck her senseless, her body shakes beneath me. I press myself in and out of her; with each thrust and every moan, she brings me closer to climax.

She suddenly shifts, lifting her ass higher in the air and pressing back against me. I fill her as deep as I can go. She groans and rolls her hips against me; she knows what she’s doing to me. “You like that, don’t you?” I whisper into her ear as I lean forward into her. “You love knowing what your body does to me.” She looks over her shoulder at me and slowly moves. It’s enough to take me to the edge. Two more pounding thrusts, and I’m spilling into her. We weren’t safe this time, and I couldn’t care less. Nothing has ever felt as good as being inside Saige bare. She lies on her stomach as I gasp for breaths and soften inside her. I finally pull out of her and fall down on the cushion next to her. She lies on her back and rests her arms above her head, her naked body on display for me. As our breathing settles, I pull the large blanket up over her and pull her close to me.