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you that.”
    “Yes, you did.” I took one final step, abolishing the distance between us. “Twice.”
    Dare flinched as our bodies made contact. But he didn’t move away. “I’m not going to give you a third warning,” he said, his eyes darkening perilously.
    My pulse hammered in my ears as I pressed my hips against him. “Then don’t.”
    A muscle in his jaw tightened, and he drew in a sharp breath. “ Reagan …”
    “ Dare, ” I said, my own breaths now reduced to soft, erratic pants. My chest hurt, but I didn’t even care that I couldn’t breathe. Right now, I needed him more than I needed oxygen.
    The humid August night brimmed with so much electricity I could almost hear the air around us crackle. Something powerful and unspoken transpired between us, and he wound his hand around my neck.
    “Fuck it,” he growled, pulling me to him.
    When he kissed me this time, his mouth didn’t hesitate. His tongue didn’t even ask for permission. Forcing my lips apart, he thrust into me and the contact resonated in every part of me. Bursts of heat shot through my body, shaking me to the core, sending waves of pleasure rushing to the places that needed it most.
    Even bent over the bike, Dare towered over me, making me feel small and fragile as I stood tangled in his embrace. Imbalance of power was something I steered clear of with a man. It scared the shit out of me. This feeling with him—and all the other warning signs that this guy was so very wrong for me—should have sent me running. Yet they just seemed to make me want him more.
    By the time his fingers wove through my hair and his other hand found its way to my hip, I’d surrendered all common sense and lost myself in him. Completely. Wholly. Desperately. I couldn’t get enough. My own fingers gripped his messy locks, tugging and pulling the strands as I returned his kiss with equal intensity, letting him know that I wanted more.
    More of his lips. More of his touch. More of him.
    “You…taste…so fucking…sweet,” Dare murmured between kisses.
    His hand slid up my waist to caress my breast, and his husky groan vibrated through me when his thumb grazed my nipple. Moving in torturously slow circles, he teased it through the silky fabric of my dress, simultaneously drinking in every uncontainable moan spilling from my mouth. Never removing his lips from mine, his other hand slipped to my thigh.
    “Come here.” I felt my body being pulled up and to the side as he gently guided one of my legs over the motorcycle and onto his lap so that I was straddling him face-to-face. “I want you closer.”
    And I wanted to be closer, but before I could tell Dare that, my words were consumed by his mouth. He wrapped his arms around my waist and crushed my ribs into the firm muscles of his chest and abdomen, keeping me tightly pinned to him as he stole the air from my lungs and eclipsed every thought in my head. Writhing in his lap, I sank my teeth into his bottom lip and spread my legs wider in response to the throbbing between my thighs.
    “Dare…” I gasped as the rock-hard evidence of his excitement dug into me. “I need...”
    “What?” he spoke into my mouth.
    “More,” I panted, kneading my hips against him. “ You .”
    Groaning, he broke the kiss and narrowed his eyes into wild, hazy slits. Just when I thought I’d fucked up and shattered the spell, he entwined his hands in my hair and pulled back my head, exposing my bare neck. Licking his way up the tender skin, he nipped at my earlobe before pressing his hot mouth to my ear and whispering, “Time to go for a ride, Reagan.”

    My entire body hummed in anticipation as we stumbled into Dare’s Brooklyn loft. The moment the door slammed shut, he spun me around and pinned my body against the solid metal, taking our kiss to a whole new level. His mouth was rough and wanting, his tongue greedily feeding off my own. Excited tremors soared through me as he trailed his lips over my jawline to my neck