Once Upon a Dare (Risky Business)(6)

A bell chimed, shattering his concentration. He’d nearly forgotten they were in the elevator and was on the verge of tearing her clothes off. Desperate to get behind closed doors, where he could do all sorts of wicked things to her, he pulled back from her grip.

Undeterred by the lack of privacy, she grabbed his silk tie and led the way with the confidence of a woman who was about to get exactly what she wanted.





Chapter Three


The door fell shut behind Olivia and she knew the time for second thoughts had passed. Not that she was having second thoughts, exactly. More like nerves. A bad case of I-haven’t-had-sex-in-three-years-and-I-hope-I-remember-how-to-do-it-right nerves.

Cole, on the other hand, looked perfectly at ease as he moved purposefully through the penthouse suite. She followed him, unsettled by the opulence. Travertine floors. Marble topped bar. And was that…? No, it couldn’t be. A baby—freaking-grand piano! The place made her apartment in Midtown look like a flop house by comparison.

He tossed his jacket on the back of a chair and loosened his tie. When he turned his attention to her, all rational thought evaporated under the heat of his stare. As he crossed the room, her heart fluttered and her breath hitched uneasily. The slow burn that had been circulating through her for the last twenty minutes simmered just below the surface, crackling like fire and releasing a rush of adrenaline.

“There’s nothing sexier in the world than a woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to ask for it,” he murmured, cupping her chin and raising her lips to his. He stopped just short of kissing her. “Do you know what you want, Olivia?”

“Yes,” she breathed, wondering if he wasn’t the real tease. She hadn’t come there to talk, and judging by the bulge in his pants, neither had he.

“What do you want?” he asked as his hand skimmed the length of her neck and burned a trail down the front of her blouse.

The first button came undone with a flick of his fingers.

Olivia searched for a clever reply that wouldn’t come. His fingers moved deftly from one button to the next and she trembled with the longing to feel his mouth on her again, to taste his vodka-tinged lips.

“I should think it’s obvious what I want,” she gasped. God, how could he think about words at a time like this? All she could think about was the ache between her legs.

“I want to hear you say it,” he commanded, moving his hands inside her blouse and over her breasts, gently massaging her nipples through the soft lace of her bra until they were fully hardened and begging for his kiss.

Cole kept his eyes locked on her as he worked her breasts, making it impossible to think about anything but her desperate need for him and the fact that she despised the wretched clothes separating their bodies.

Olivia shrugged out of her blouse and his agile fingers unhooked the bra, baring her breasts for further exploration. He rolled her left nipple between his thumb and forefinger and Olivia moaned with pleasure. His hands were perfect—soft and gentle, but sure and firm at the same time.

It wasn’t enough. She needed more and she needed it now.

Unable to wait any longer for the feel of his tongue, she guided him to the rosy bud. She threw her head back and whimpered as he sucked her into his warm mouth, circling her breast with his tongue. Only when he closed his teeth over the peak in a playful bite did she look down to meet his eyes.

“I want to hear you say it,” he repeated, his words swirling seductively through her head, creating images so dirty she didn’t dare speak them aloud. “Tell me what you want me to do to you, or we’re done here.”

Oh, God. She had never been the type to talk dirty or even really articulate her needs, but she was fairly certain, judging by the determined look in his eye, that he might call the whole damn thing off if he didn’t get his way right there, right then.

Only that wasn’t an option.

“Tell me, Olivia.”

She licked her lips and brought his face back up to hers. Kissing him with a ferocity that had been suppressed too long, her mouth slanted over his without restraint. She grabbed the back of his head and ran her fingers through his unruly hair, enjoying its softness, as her tongue parted his lips. When he tried to pull back, she held on tighter, biting down firmly on his lower lip in retaliation.

“I want to feel you inside me. I want you to give me a mind-blowing orgasm the likes of which I’ve never experienced before and I don’t care how you do it. Are we sufficiently clear now?”

A low growl rolled off his lips. “Do you want my fingers?” he asked, unzipping her skirt and letting it drop to the carpeted floor.

“Yes,” she whispered, thankful she had chosen to wear a thong with the fitted skirt and not granny panties. Cole ran his hands over her bare backside, which he palmed and used to pull her close. His erection pressed firmly against her belly.

She forgot all about her panties.

“What about my tongue?” He sank to his knees, running his mouth down her stomach from her navel. Her bare flesh prickled when his tongue made its way south.

“Yes.” She was vaguely aware that she was down to panties and heels and hadn’t gotten even one of his buttons undone. It was hard to care when he was touching her like this, though.

“What about my cock?” he teased, looking up at her as his skilled fingers tugged at the waistband of her lacy underwear. Taking extra care to caress every inch of her feverish skin along the way, he pulled them down.