Page 56 of The Love Dare
There’s just passion.
Pleasure.
Winnie runs her fingers through his silky hair, because she can. He slides his hands up the back of her shirt, seeking more of her burning skin. All the while, their tongues dance, building the inferno. She grabs his biceps, mesmerized by the flex of his muscles as he moves his large palms back down and over her thighs.
Needing more, she reaches for the hem of his sweatshirt and tugs. His shirt accidentally comes with it, but she’s not complaining. Her fingers greedily trace the defined ridges of his abdomen. The lower she works, the more she feels a sudden pressure between her legs, that hard spot creating the perfect sort of friction.
“Fuck,” Tyler murmurs, half a plea, half a curse.
Winnie sighs, feeding into that sound as she dips just a little bit lower.
Tyler suddenly takes her by the wrists and snaps their faces apart. Winnie blinks, not understanding why—until, all at once, she remembers.
The TV show.
The crew.
The ten million other people who will one day be watching this very scene unfold, including her father.
Oh, shit.
Horrified, Winnie whips her face to the side and looks directly into a camera.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
tyler
StoppingWinnie from sticking her hand down his pants was definitely not on Tyler’s bingo card, yet here he is. To be honest, he completely forgot they weren’t alone too. The producers are sneaky as hell. But his fingers brushed up against her mic pack at the exact same time hers dipped to his waistband, and reality snapped acutely into focus.
Fucking hell.
This show is going to be the death of him. Tyler hides his face against Winnie’s neck and groans his frustration into her skin. “I’m going to murder them.”
“I’ll help you hide the bodies.”
“Don’t tease me like that.”
Winnie snorts and starts to roll off him, but he digs his fingers into her hips, stopping her. “If you get up right now, we are definitely going to be giving the viewers a show, but I’m not sure it’s the one either of us signed up for.”
She stills, the heat beneath her skin ratcheting up. “What do you want me to do?”
“Not that,” he wheezes as she shifts her weight, trying to be helpful. It makes the situation infinitely worse, every wrigglesending shock waves through him. Tyler glances discreetly around for inspiration. His gaze lands on the pool. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” she answers immediately, then leans back and narrows her eyes with a wry, “No.”
“Too late.”
He grabs her by the ass and stands, using her as a human shield. The producers scramble behind them. He strides to the sliding door and pulls it open.
“Those mics aren’t waterproof!” Nina shouts.
At the exact same time, Winnie squeals, “Don’t you dare!”
He ignores them both and launches off the edge, spinning in the air before they hit the surface so he takes the brunt of the force. Water engulfs them. Winnie kicks herself free. He sinks to the bottom for a moment, letting the cold sink into his bones. When he finally rises, she’s ready.
“You’re a dead man!”
Winnie jumps on his shoulders, trying to shove him back beneath the water. It’s adorable that she actually thinks it might work when he’s got almost a foot on her, not to mention a hundred pounds, easy. Grinning, Tyler grips her around the waist and tosses her into the air. The shock on her face quickly shifts into anger, but it’s too late. She lands with a massive splash, then comes up sputtering.
