When You Dare
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Her heart squeezed tight. “But I still have to know.”
“Of course you do. And for that reason, I have a million questions I have to ask, and I can guarantee it’s not going to be easy for you. Inquisitions seldom are. But it’s information I need—”
“It’s okay.” Molly licked her lips. “If…if this is going to be as hard as you say, then what do you suggest I do?”
His eyes narrowed. “For starters, be one hundred percent honest with me, always.”
“All right.” She’d never been a deceptive person anyway, and now, more than ever, she knew that honesty over every little detail really mattered.
He unbuckled her seat belt. “I specifically requested no stewardess on the plane to ensure that we were alone.”
“You did?” Before she could ask why, he lifted her over to sit in his lap.
He leaned the seat back and arranged her so that they were both comfortable. “You still need to catch up on your sleep. This might be a good time.”
With her face against his chest, his scent surrounding her, Molly allowed the lethargy to seep in. She was exhausted, and somehow Dare had known that once she got settled so close to him, giving in to the need for rest would be easier.
After a lusty yawn, she gathered her thoughts. “You said you have questions.”
“I do.”
His left hand rested loosely at her hip, and his right hand was behind her, keeping her close. Molly felt secure and safe. “So?”
“They’ll wait until we’re at my place—after we’ve both slept and eaten.”
That worked for her, but…“Well, I have some questions, then.”
He tucked in his chin to look down at her, saw that she was serious and relaxed back again. “Shoot.”
It was easier like this, without him looking right at her. “You’re…attracted to me?”
His short laugh rumbled from his chest beneath her ear. “Definitely.” He looked down at her once more. “You had doubts about that?”
“I don’t know.” She had doubts about Chris, but for the moment, at least, it was easy to push those concerns from her mind. “You’re different from other men I’ve known.”
“Not so different. I had to fight off a boner so I could hold you like this without maybe scaring you off.”
His plain speaking fascinated her, but she didn’t dwell on that. “I’m not scared of you, Dare.”
“No,” he said slowly, “you aren’t, are you? But neither of us yet knows how ready you really are. You’re holding it together, so let’s don’t test the waters too much, okay?”
Honestly, she was so wiped out, and still felt so…raw, she didn’t mind that suggestion at all. “The thing is, I don’t get it.”
“What’s not to get?”
“I’m hardly at my best right now. Physically, I mean. I look like—”
“You’ve been abused for nine days. Yeah, I know.” He gave her a little squeeze. “Bruises and fatigue can’t camouflage what’s there, Molly. You’re still an attractive woman. But looks aren’t the only draw.”
“What else?” He didn’t know her well enough to like her personality. Or did he?
“Bravery is something I admire a lot. Intelligence, ingenuity, control, logic. You’ve got it all in spades, lady, and I think it’s sexy as hell.”
Even before she’d been taken, her breakup with Adrian and her father’s censure had left her struggling for her self-confidence. So many accolades now put her on the verge of being weepy. She didn’t feel brave or ingenious. She felt used, duped, angry and, deep down, very scared.
Twisting around a little, she half sat up and looked at Dare. “Those men didn’t kiss me.”
“No?”
She shook her head. “You don’t have to worry about me overreacting to that.”
For only an instant, he flashed that crooked grin again. Then something much hotter replaced the humor. “You want another kiss, do you?”
“I really do.”
Dare looked at her bruised cheekbone, at another fading mark beneath her eye. “They hit you.” His voice roughened; his hands on her tightened in a sign of protectiveness. “And bit you.”
Molly drew in a thin breath. She couldn’t deny it, but right now the reality of that seemed further away. “You’re not trying to do either.”
For the longest time he watched her, trying to gauge her mood, she knew. Molly just waited, anticipation heightened, tension coiling.
He said very softly, with suggestion, “Well, maybe the bite, yeah?”
She blinked, her body clenching with interest as he leaned in, ever so slowly, toward her neck. She felt his hot breath first, then the feather-light press of his mouth, the sensual touch of his damp tongue and, lastly, the light grazing of his sharp teeth along her skin.
Her breath caught loud enough that he paused, but when she didn’t pull away, he resumed teasing her, making her toes curl, her stomach flutter. He opened his mouth and treated her to a tantalizing love bite that sent liquid sensation throughout her whole body.
Near her ear, he whispered, “Now, when you think of biting, think of me, okay?”
Caught up in building need, Molly wrapped her hands around the back of his neck and sought his mouth. She actually needed his kiss as much if not more than she needed sleep.
“Of course you do. And for that reason, I have a million questions I have to ask, and I can guarantee it’s not going to be easy for you. Inquisitions seldom are. But it’s information I need—”
“It’s okay.” Molly licked her lips. “If…if this is going to be as hard as you say, then what do you suggest I do?”
His eyes narrowed. “For starters, be one hundred percent honest with me, always.”
“All right.” She’d never been a deceptive person anyway, and now, more than ever, she knew that honesty over every little detail really mattered.
He unbuckled her seat belt. “I specifically requested no stewardess on the plane to ensure that we were alone.”
“You did?” Before she could ask why, he lifted her over to sit in his lap.
He leaned the seat back and arranged her so that they were both comfortable. “You still need to catch up on your sleep. This might be a good time.”
With her face against his chest, his scent surrounding her, Molly allowed the lethargy to seep in. She was exhausted, and somehow Dare had known that once she got settled so close to him, giving in to the need for rest would be easier.
After a lusty yawn, she gathered her thoughts. “You said you have questions.”
“I do.”
His left hand rested loosely at her hip, and his right hand was behind her, keeping her close. Molly felt secure and safe. “So?”
“They’ll wait until we’re at my place—after we’ve both slept and eaten.”
That worked for her, but…“Well, I have some questions, then.”
He tucked in his chin to look down at her, saw that she was serious and relaxed back again. “Shoot.”
It was easier like this, without him looking right at her. “You’re…attracted to me?”
His short laugh rumbled from his chest beneath her ear. “Definitely.” He looked down at her once more. “You had doubts about that?”
“I don’t know.” She had doubts about Chris, but for the moment, at least, it was easy to push those concerns from her mind. “You’re different from other men I’ve known.”
“Not so different. I had to fight off a boner so I could hold you like this without maybe scaring you off.”
His plain speaking fascinated her, but she didn’t dwell on that. “I’m not scared of you, Dare.”
“No,” he said slowly, “you aren’t, are you? But neither of us yet knows how ready you really are. You’re holding it together, so let’s don’t test the waters too much, okay?”
Honestly, she was so wiped out, and still felt so…raw, she didn’t mind that suggestion at all. “The thing is, I don’t get it.”
“What’s not to get?”
“I’m hardly at my best right now. Physically, I mean. I look like—”
“You’ve been abused for nine days. Yeah, I know.” He gave her a little squeeze. “Bruises and fatigue can’t camouflage what’s there, Molly. You’re still an attractive woman. But looks aren’t the only draw.”
“What else?” He didn’t know her well enough to like her personality. Or did he?
“Bravery is something I admire a lot. Intelligence, ingenuity, control, logic. You’ve got it all in spades, lady, and I think it’s sexy as hell.”
Even before she’d been taken, her breakup with Adrian and her father’s censure had left her struggling for her self-confidence. So many accolades now put her on the verge of being weepy. She didn’t feel brave or ingenious. She felt used, duped, angry and, deep down, very scared.
Twisting around a little, she half sat up and looked at Dare. “Those men didn’t kiss me.”
“No?”
She shook her head. “You don’t have to worry about me overreacting to that.”
For only an instant, he flashed that crooked grin again. Then something much hotter replaced the humor. “You want another kiss, do you?”
“I really do.”
Dare looked at her bruised cheekbone, at another fading mark beneath her eye. “They hit you.” His voice roughened; his hands on her tightened in a sign of protectiveness. “And bit you.”
Molly drew in a thin breath. She couldn’t deny it, but right now the reality of that seemed further away. “You’re not trying to do either.”
For the longest time he watched her, trying to gauge her mood, she knew. Molly just waited, anticipation heightened, tension coiling.
He said very softly, with suggestion, “Well, maybe the bite, yeah?”
She blinked, her body clenching with interest as he leaned in, ever so slowly, toward her neck. She felt his hot breath first, then the feather-light press of his mouth, the sensual touch of his damp tongue and, lastly, the light grazing of his sharp teeth along her skin.
Her breath caught loud enough that he paused, but when she didn’t pull away, he resumed teasing her, making her toes curl, her stomach flutter. He opened his mouth and treated her to a tantalizing love bite that sent liquid sensation throughout her whole body.
Near her ear, he whispered, “Now, when you think of biting, think of me, okay?”
Caught up in building need, Molly wrapped her hands around the back of his neck and sought his mouth. She actually needed his kiss as much if not more than she needed sleep.
