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and down my throat. When he grazed my collarbone with his teeth, I came completely undone. He was the only thought that filled my mind, his touch the single sensation that existed in this moment.
    Arching my back, I gripped his hair and pushed my hips harder into him, moaning as I pressed against his hardness. Dare hooked his fingers under my knees to part my thighs and lift my legs so I could wrap them around his waist. A whimper escaped my lips when the rough denim of his jeans scraped against my core, my nails instinctively digging into his back.
    His stubble grazed my hyper-sensitive skin as he continued to kiss his way down my body. One hand cupped my ass, while the other slid beneath my dress, inching closer and closer to the ache between my thighs. My panties were soaked, my desire for him spiraling out of control. No. Not desire. Necessity . I needed him. Or I was going to spontaneously combust.
    “I want you out of this dress,” he said as if he could read my mind. “ Now .”
    “You first.” One hand tugged at the collar of his jacket, forcing the material over his shoulders while the other pulled up the hem of his black t-shirt. I could barely budge them.
    Crap.
    We were too entwined to strip with ease, so my fingers slid under his shirt, too impatient to get to his bare body. The smoothness of his warm skin was a striking contrast to the hard ridges of his abs, and the contact caused a thrill of tingles to shoot through me. He felt so, so GOOD. When I grazed the waistband of his jeans with the tips of my fingers, his muscles contracted beneath my touch. He cursed under his breath, claiming my lips with such intensity I saw bursts of light behind my eyes.
    The world around us became a blur. Nothing else existed except the two of us. Dare and me. Our heavy breathing and the synchronized thump of our hearts over the soundtrack of carnal groans, moans, and growls. Fueled by pure lust, we shuffled our way deeper into his apartment, my legs still clinging to his hips as he led the way toward what I hoped was his bed.
    And nakedness.
    Our bodies slammed into the exposed brick wall and random pieces of furniture as our hands worked diligently to tear off every piece of fabric they came in contact with. Dare’s jacket fell to the floor with a heavy thud. His shirt followed, flying over his head. I lost one heel god knows where. The other shoe managed to cling on until we collided with a console table.
    By the time we stumbled into the kitchen, Dare was down to just jeans. Without breaking our kiss, he set me on top of the dining room table and spread my thighs wide open so he could push himself between my legs. His fingers hooked into my thong, and in one skillful tug, the lace ripped free.
    He parted my knees wider, then slid his palms up my inner thighs, igniting a firestorm of tingles everywhere he touched. The higher his hands climbed, the louder and more frenzied my moans grew. As his thumb grazed my clit, I bit back a startled gasp and pressed my hips into him, sliding closer to the edge of the table so the rest of his hand could have full access to me.
    “More. Please, more.” My words swam in a realm between pleas and demands.
    He thrust two fingers inside me and groaned. “You’re so fucking wet.”
    My head tipped back and he slid his tongue into my mouth, muffling my cries as his fingers began to move in and out. First slowly and torturously, then picking up speed and intensity until his hand pulsed to the precise rhythm of the throb between my thighs.
    Kissing his way down my chest, his free hand tugged on the bodice of my dress, partially exposing my right breast. My breath caught in my throat when his mouth connected with the tender skin. His tongue flicked along my cleavage, diving deeper under the silky fabric until his lips found my nipple. When his teeth began to nip and tease the sensitive nerves, his mouth and tongue both working me to the cadence of his fingers, my head started to spin.
    Right