Page 70 of Wild Stars

His silky hair between my fingers.

The moment between heaven and hell, between everything and nothing.

I’ve kissed Dare a few times, but none of those kisses felt like this.

Warm, raw, and all encompassing.

He pulls at the edges of my t-shirt as he leads me further into his house.

A part of me worries that his bandmates will be home at any moment, that they will walk in on us with our hands all over one another, lips frenzied and rushed as we both fight for dominance.

And the other part of me is thrilled by the thought of getting caught red-handed.

I follow him haphazardly to a bedroom, which I assume must be his.

I don’t know where my shirt ends up, nor do I care at the moment.

All I care about at this moment is the warmth of his palms against my skin, the loud beating of my heart, and the feeling of free falling in darkness.

Dare fumbles with my jeans, and I slide out of them easily, letting them crumple to the floor.My movements are much more fluid as I unbutton his jeans, sliding my hands over his love handles once again, relishing in the feel of his skin beneath my palms.

I let my hands travel up his stomach, sliding beneath his shirt, and he removes it without haste.

For a moment, I steal a glimpse of him before me, dark hair a mess as locks fall over his pale shoulder, dark inky wings painted across his chest, steel rings glistening in the low light.

Dare pulls me back into him, his lips feverish and warm against mine as he tightens his grip and we both fall to the bed easily with a thud.It isn’t as soft as my mattress, but it isn’t terribly uncomfortable.

I settle between his legs, breaking our kiss for a moment to look at him.In the shadow of his bedroom, beneath me, he looks absolutely perfect.His hair is splayed about his pillow, his pale skin contrasting with the dark sheets and covers.The curve of his thighs, and the slight indentation where his skin is trapped beneath the elastic waistband of his boxers, fresh pink marks from the constriction, causes my cock to throb.

His erection slides against my stomach as he arches his back, but his gaze is full of more than just lust.

It is full of something terrifying and beautiful.

Something that causes me to freeze.

“What is it?”I ask, worry building within me far too easily.

Dare looks like he wants to say something, but thinks better of it.

“You.”His voice is barely a whisper.“I just...I never thought in my wildest dreams you’d be here, in my bed.With me.Like this.”His voice, combined with the way he’s looking at me is intoxicating

I’m not sure how to respond, or if I even can.

Dare leans up, pushing me back into his soft covers with one hand on my chest.He angles himself over top of me and I feel as if I can’t move, even though I have all my faculties about me.All I can focus on is the heat of his palm right over my beating heart.

His push isn’t rough or hurried, it’s strangely gentle.As if he, too, is afraid of the fragility of this moment.

But the sight of Dare above me, of his dark hair falling in his eyes, of the muscles in his shoulders, of his kiss-swollen lips, resurrects a part of me I’d long since locked away.

And he is right.

I amscared.

Because the desire to give myself to this man, tosubmitto him, is fucking terrifying.

Giving anyone the power to break you is terrifying.

But I am powerless to fight his touch, and I fall back into his sheets, surrounded by him, his scent, his wicked grin, his warm touch.

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