Daniel's Dare

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An Excerpt From: DANIEL’S DARE

Copyright © SASHA DEVLIN, 2011

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

“Hmm. Well I think you should give me something since I decided not to have that drink after all.”

Kaitlyn closed her eyes as images of what she’d like to give him crowded her mind. The kiss on the couch had nearly destroyed her resistance. If he suggested something else like that again, she’d puddle at his feet and beg him to add her to his list. And she would go along with it, until he no longer wanted her. And then what would happen?

“Do you want something that won’t completely wreck our friendship?”

He turned in her arms, and she focused on his chest. She was always surprised at how ripped Daniel was. It was so easy to remember him as the gangly boy next door.

“You worry too much.” His hands slid up and down her arms and the heat seared her through the flannel. How could a touch so innocent be so hot?

“And you don’t worry enough.”

His hand lifted her chin, but she kept her eyes on his throat. His mouth brushed her temple and Kaitlyn closed her eyes. Daniel trailed little kisses down the side of her face to the corner of her mouth. He nibbled until she gasped, her mouth an invitation that he didn’t refuse.

Kaitlyn let him take control of this kiss and leaned into him. Their first kiss had been all brutal need, but this kiss… This was—sweet, and yet hotter than the first. He kept the pressure light, his tongue teasing hers, making her knees weaken and her pussy ache. She clamped her legs together, sure that he’d be able to smell her soon.

He pulled back and gave her another one of those looks he’d been giving her all night. “See? We’re still friends.” His thumb traced her lower lip and she leaned away so she wouldn’t suck it.

“Friends don’t do what we just did.” Not without one of them getting a broken heart.

“A little kissing never hurt anyone. In fact, I think it felt pretty damn good.”

“Just because it feels good doesn’t mean that it should be done.”

“But you admit it felt good?”

“You using a turn, Rich?”

He shook her a bit. “You know what? New rule. Every time you call me Rich, I get to kiss you.”

Her gaze flew to his. He wasn’t as unaffected as she’d thought. “What? That’s asinine!”

“No, calling me by my last name instead of saying what’s really on your mind is asinine.”

Kaitlyn narrowed her eyes. His tone was mocking, but his eyes were serious. She batted his hand away from her face. “Daniel, you can’t just decide you’re going to kiss me every time I say something you don’t want to hear.”

Daniel scoffed. “Why not?”

“Because for being friends as long as we have, we fight like cats and dogs. If you kiss me every time we argue, we’ll spend all our time locked at the lips.” She hoped he couldn’t hear how much she wanted that.

“Think of it as a solution. Because it’ll be hard to fight with my tongue down your throat.”

She smacked his chest and he laughed. “Like I’m going to let you near me when you describe it as sticking your tongue down my throat. That’s disgusting.”

His face went serious. “What if I said that kissing you was like a sundae—there were no bad parts and I never wanted it to end? A guy could get addicted to something that sweet.”

She blinked. How was she supposed to remain detached when he said things like that? “I’d say that was the nicest thing you’ve said to me in a really long time.”

He smiled and pulled her closer until her head rested against his chest. She nodded a few times to feel his skin against her face. Her mouth was within licking distance of his nipple and her eyes focused on that one spot. She’d never been much for men’s nipples, but she wanted to sample. Just a little bit. Just enough to get the craving for his flesh out of her system.

She had opened her mouth, intent on swiping a tiny taste when she felt a whoosh of air and his hands on the bare skin of her back. The blanket puddled at her feet. “What are you doing?”

“Hmm, I must not being doing it right if you have to ask.”

She leaned her head back and looked in his half-lidded eyes. “Daniel, this is seriously not smart.”

His hands continued up, brushing in light circles. “Give me one thing that makes more sense right now.” The pressure deepened and Kaitlyn couldn’t think of anything to save her life. Daniel was literally rubbing the resistance right out of her.

“Daniel.” Her voice came out weaker than she’d intended. “We can’t do this.”

“Why not?”

One hand slid over her ass and then lower. Kaitlyn held her breath, waiting to see if he would touch her. Just a bit more and he’d be able to feel the wetness on her thighs.

She swallowed hard. “W-what about our friendship?”

“If that’s your way of asking if I’ll respect you in the morning, I will. But I’ll respect you even more if you’d just admit that you want this.”

“I don’t,” she whimpered. The way she squirmed against him belied her words. Her body was ready for him to take control right here in the middle of the damn kitchen, but her brain wouldn’t shut off.

His sigh stirred her bangs and his hand cupped her heat. There was no way to hide how wet her panties were. “This tells me what you really want. So why don’t you just spill what’s really bothering you? Because it’s not our friendship. I can guarantee that’s not in any danger here.”

His fingers, those wonderful, talented fingers, pressed against her and Kaitlyn arched against his body, her mouth opened against his chest. If he’d press just a little harder, just a little higher up. She bit her tongue rather than beg.

“All I need to know is right here.”