“Now's your chance... tell me to stop and I will. Otherwise, I’m going to worship you.” He trails his lips up to my jawline. "Every single inch of you."
My fingers tangle in the bedsheets as my panties get wetter. We should stop. This is scandalous, reckless and all shades of wrong. But when he holds me this way, I know there's absolutely no going back.
So without thinking, I raise to my tiptoes and whisper, "Don't you dare stop."
I feel his lips curve as he smirks, kissing my jaw softly. "Your wish is my command, doll."
His hand slides past my stomach, way down till he's at my center, circling my slick folds. I suck in a breath.
"Now be a good girl for me and don't make a sound," his fingers spread, parting me until his thumb finds my throbbing nub. "We don't want to wake the whole house."
~
Rule #1: Never sleep with a stranger.
Rule #2: Definitely don’t do it while accepting a drunken bet from your best friend.
One reckless night with a tattooed, ex-soldier was supposed to stay buried in a cheap motel. But after a twist of fate, we find ourselves stuck sharing a lake house for four weeks and trying very hard not to cross lines that shouldn't be crossed.
I'm smart enough to know we shouldn't do this, but he's reckless enough not to care. And for the first time in years, I’m terrified I might actually want something badly enough to ruin my life for it.
