Page 91 of The Love Dare
Her freckled cheeks, painted pink by the heat in his gaze.
In a few short hours, they’ll finally be alone and he’ll finally be able to live out every fantasy he’s spent a hellishly long amount of time dreaming up. The anticipation is a live wire beneath his skin, lighting up every innocent touch, every innocuous glance. The vapors filling the air around them may as well be steam, he’s so fucking charged. It’s a wonder the water around him isn’t boiling.
“Ty?”
Winnie inhales sharply as he hooks his fingers under the ties of her red bikini and pulls her closer. He splays his fingers around her hips, touching as much of her smooth skin as possible. They’re chest to chest, barely clothed, in a spot practically pulled from the pages of those romance novels she loves so much. Her breathing turns shallow as she tilts her face up. A spark flares to life in the depths of her eyes. That’s all it takes for him to ignite.
Tyler crashes his lips against hers, almost frantic as a groan escapes his throat. Winnie’s right there with him. She wraps her arms around his neck, sighing into his mouth as her fingers dig through his hair. He rakes his palms up her sides, thumbs brushing the outer edges of her breasts. Her nails claw into his shoulders as she presses closer.
“Could you shift a little to the left?” one of the cameramen calls. “I can’t really see Winnie in the shot.”
Fuck off!
Tyler spins so Winnie is even further hidden behind his broad back.
“That’s okay. I’ve got it!” the other guy calls from the opposite side. Tyler wants to scream. “Why don’t you grab a drone shot instead?”
That’s it!
He’s done with these assholes. He’s done having an audience.
He’s done.
Period.
Tyler drops his hands to the backs of Winnie’s thighs and lifts in the same moment he steps forward. Water pounds their heads as he carries her into the waterfall, praying his hunch is right. Winnie breaks off with a laugh and lifts her arms up to take the brunt of the pressure. In a second it’s over. They pass through the worst and then they’re alone, protected by a curtain of white no camera will be able to pass and a thunderous roar no microphone will overpower.
They look at the water.
Then at each other.
Droplets splash against Winnie’s cheeks as she flashes him a devious grin. It’s all the encouragement he needs. His palms slide to her ass, fingers dipping beneath the clingy material of her suit to feel every inch of her curves. Winnie hooks her ankles behind his back and grinds against him. The sense of privacy leaves him emboldened. He can’t hold himself back. He trails his mouth along the edge of her jaw, down the side of her neck, over her collarbone, using the rock wall for leverage as he pulls her swimsuit aside with his teeth. Winnie arches with a cry, giving him full access as he sucks that rosy bud between his lips, putting his tongue to work. She grips his hair, holding him against her. He palms her other breast through the wet suit, grinning when he finds a hard peak. As if she can sense the smug feeling ballooning in his chest, Winnie snakes a hand between them before he can stop her, slipping it beneath his waistband. Suddenly he’s the one seeing stars as her fingers wrap around him. When she moves, he tears his face away with a harsh, “Fuck!”
Our first time cannot be a quickie behind a waterfall with cameras rolling.
It can’t be.
Can it?
He’ll admit, in all those years of letting his imagination run wild, he never once thought of this. But they’ve waited so long. And she’s so beautiful. He might literally be on fire he’s burning so hot. And if her slick fingers glide against him like that one more time, he just might?—
No!
Tyler forces his head back even as his grip digs deeper, mind and body at war.
What am I doing? I can wait a few hours. I’m not a damn animal.
But then Winnie does that thing with her fingers again, and his knees go weak. He knows that if he doesn’t stop it right this second, there’s not a shot in hell he ever will.
And he owes her more than this.
He wants to take his time.
He wants to worship her.
“We can’t do this here,” he murmurs into her neck.
She tightens her grip. “Why not?”
