Page 82 of Needed You

He chuckles, slapping my hand away and sliding the rest of the way into the seat before snapping his seat belt into place. I close his door and walk around to the driver’s side. Then I climb in, start up the car, and turn the seat warmers on.

“Lev!” Dare exclaims. “Are you warming up my butt?” He does a little shimmy in his seat.

A boisterous laugh forces itself out of my throat. “Oh my god.”

Dare chuckles. “What? It’s like pregame to the pregame.” He’s smiling at me.

“I can’t with you,” I say, shaking my head. I reach over and put my hand on his thigh, giving it a squeeze. He sighs and drops his hand on top of mine, lacing our fingers together.

We sit in silence for the short drive, and when we pull into the parking lot of my apartment, I feel jittery, my stomach flip-flopping. I feel like a teenager getting ready for my first kiss. But this is so much bigger.

Dare gives me no insight into how he’s feeling about everything. Aside from the joke in the car about warming his ass up, we haven’t talked about what we’re planning to do once we get inside.

He steps through the door ahead of me, and I lock it and toss the keys on the table as we both move farther into the apartment. The air is full of lust, and my heart is racing.

Dare turns to face me, a sexy grin on his face. “Hey,” he says airily as I close the space between us.

I slide my hand to his waist, hook my first two fingers in the front waistband of his jeans, and pull him closer. “Hey yourself,” I whisper, and I lean in and connect our lips.

Our tongues are immediately seeking each other out as the kiss deepens. He tastes so incredibly good. I know I’m already addicted. I move my hands from the front of his jeans to the sides of his waist, and when our groins touch, a spark shoots down my spine. My dick fills quickly, and it meets his hardening cock as we grind into each other. We kiss until the air is sucked out of the room and we both have to break away to breathe.

Dare’s eyes darken. “Take me to bed, Paul Bunyan,” he says, tracing my jaw and neck with his lips.

I tilt my head to give him better access, and he sucks and nips at my neck, eliciting some feral sound from me that’s somewhere between a growl and a moan. I start walking him backward toward the bedroom but then stop, and his brow cinches together in confusion.

“I want this,” I say, grabbing the silver ring on his leather harness and pulling. I turn, leading him into the bedroom by the decoration adorning his thigh. It’s unbalanced, and he stumbles into me, wrapping his arms around my midsection and laughing. I tug again and toss him onto the bed. It’s clumsy and uncoordinated but also sexy as hell, and I’m hard and ready and fucking turned on.

I crawl on top of Dare on my bed, and our lips meet as I grind into him. He’s returning the movements, and it’s frantic and needy, both of us panting against each other like we can’t get enough. His length rubs against mine, and I can barely stand it. I need more.

Dare rips his lips from me and pushes me up with both hands on my chest. “Wait, wait,” he says, breathing heavily.

I pause, paranoid that I did something wrong. He sees the concern written all over my face and gives me a quick kiss.

“It’s okay, just let me go to the bathroom first,” he explains.

I sigh and roll off of him, and he gets up. He shuts the door, and I puff out a breath, running my fingers through my hair and down my face. I don’t know what my obsession is with him, but it’s there and undeniable at this point. Tonight was amazing. It was a real date, and there was no weirdness or odd feelings or anything. Dare is so comfortable and easy to be around, and it all feels natural and right. He feels right.

The bathroom door opens, and as soon as I see him, it’s like all the air has left my bedroom. My eyes widen, and my mouth moves into a smile that I have absolutely no control over.

Dare is standing there in nothing but that damn hot harness.

The man is buck-ass naked sans the leather wrapping around his upper thigh. He has to hold the two clips in his right hand since he doesn’t have belt buckles to connect it to, but it’s incredible nonetheless. His skin is flushed, and he’s smirking. His cock juts out, thick and long, and I feel like I want to beg him to let me lick it, put my lips on it and take him deep. I want to worship him.

“You are fucking gorgeous, lycan.” My eyes take him in from head to toe, and I didn’t think it was possible, but I feel myself get harder. “God, you’re beautiful,” I tell him as he comes over to the bed.

His cock jumps at my compliment, and I notice a small drip of precum glistening on its tip. A moan involuntarily escapes my throat, and I lick my lips.

“You like?” he asks, swaying his hips as he comes closer. He turns the harness-wrapped leg to me, taunting me.

I push up on one elbow and let my eyes track up and down his body. He’s glorious. Perfect. I’ve seen him before, naked and lying in my bed, but now, standing in front of me, giving me a show . . .

Damn.

My eyes linger on him for a few moments, and he seems to understand that I want to see all of him. He turns around to give me a good look at his ass. My mouth waters as I drink him in. His round cheeks show two dimples at the top, and I can’t wait to push my tongue into them. He pulls his glutes in, flexing his cheeks, and I reach out, unable to wait any longer, and grab the ring on the harness again, yanking him on top of me.

“Get in this fucking bed,” I growl as he lands on me.

He lets go of the harness straps, and it slackens on his thigh. I don’t even care because he’s on top of me, naked. Our lips meet again, and we kiss like we’re starving for one another, and we only have limited time, when in reality we have all night.