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Darren said huskily, his voice confident.
    She shivered, his words washing over her.
    “And one other thing, sweetheart.” Darren slung his arm over her shoulder and led her toward the exit. “My buddies didn’t nickname me Dare for just any reason.”
    Olivia stumbled.
    She had a feeling she’d never be the same after tonight.
     
     

 
Chapter Three
     
    Olivia burst out laughing without reservation.
    Dare had heard it a lot tonight and the evening couldn’t be going any better.
    Before taking separate cars from Countess , they’d agreed to meet back at her place for a late dinner. She had the job to pick up Chinese food while he had run his own errand.
    When he’d walked her to her car and mentioned the need to stop at the drugstore, he saw her turn scarlet even in the dark. It was refreshing to find a woman who didn’t come on strong and found the slightest flirtation blush-worthy. He didn’t know many women like her.
    The urge to kiss her nearly choked him. Yet before he could act, she’d whispered goodbye and hidden in her car. But the night was still young and he planned to take full advantage of the fact.
    Once settled at her place, they instantly dived into their food.
    He watched her smile between bites, and fought the impulse to take her lips with his. Olivia didn’t have Angie Jolie lips but they were still lush and fuller—cherry red and wet—than most women’s.
    As she pushed more food into her mouth, her lips wrapped around her fork—she’d given up trying to master chopsticks, which they’d both found hilarious—Dare imagined her mouth around his cock as she sucked him deep over and over again.
    “You know, chopsticks are dangerous.” Olivia’s voice brought him from his musings.
    “Dangerous? I’m not sure about that, but if you say so.”
    After he watched her struggle with them for fifteen minutes, Dare agreed to some extent. She was very different from other women he knew. Some never relaxed enough to laugh at themselves the way she did. Most were self-conscious and obnoxious.
    But the more Olivia tried, the worse her coordination became and the more they cackled about it. Dare couldn’t recall a time when he’d had such a great time with a woman. Olivia was easy to be around. He also hadn’t felt so laid-back in ages. Most dates were full of tension and what-ifs. But with her, perhaps their honesty and knowing what the night held put them both at ease.
    Dare knew she was a bit nervous, but the underlying sexual tension was electric. There was still a calm atmosphere as minutes ticked by. He was happy with that but wished he’d taken the initiative before now and asked her out. He really enjoyed her company.
    “Yes, dangerous. Twice now, I’ve nearly poked my eye out with those things.”
    He held up his own chopsticks, having mastered the craft years ago. He eyeballed the unintimidating weapon and then scrutinized her, brows raised. She looked serious. He had to hold in a laugh. “Perhaps you’re not feeling them.”
    She frowned. “Feeling them? They’re in my hand, Dare, how can I not be feel them?”
    Pleased she now used his nickname—it had never sounded so sweet—he shook his head. “No I mean, feel them. Hold them gentle, yet firm. Let your fingers slide against them like a caress.”
    He lifted his hand higher, slid his fingers gently, and moved the chopsticks with grace and ease.
    Dare watched her gaze darken as it followed his movements, and her cheeks flushed. He never thought showing a woman how to use chopsticks would be arousing, but desire was clear in her gaze.
    She couldn’t have any idea just how hot she looked when turned on. His cock thickened. His pants grew uncomfortable and tightened over his burgeoning erection.
    Shifting on the couch, he set the box of chow mein and his sticks on the coffee table, and leaned toward her.
    “Olivia,” he whispered.
    She stared into his eyes. The deep green of hers deepened, and her breath quickened.