The Daring Storm Chaser - Page 9

Marjorie

By the time we’ve collected our luggage from the truck and wheeled it down the street to the B&B, all the bravado I felt at the restaurant is gone. Now, I’m just embarrassed that I came on so strongly to Oz. I never hit on men. Never. And especially not men as attractive as him. What on earth was I thinking? How can I possibly compete with the type of women he usually dates?

And we’ve never even been on a date. Surely, the pizzeria doesn’t count, even though it felt like one. We were both starving and needed to eat. What choice did he have? Leave me in the truck while had dinner without me?

I suppress a groan. I told the man that I want him. I can’t even blame the alcohol. I had a decent buzz from the margarita, but I wasn’t drunk. If anything, I was drunk on the laughter, the time spent alone in the truck today, the kindness he showed me on the airplane, and the way he tended to my ankle when I tripped over the sprinkler. And more than anything else, I was drunk on the memory of him staring at my wet t-shirt with appreciation in his eyes at the mansion. No man has ever looked at me like that. In that moment, I felt like a goddess.

And at the pizzeria, he did say he wants me, too…

We check into the B&B, and he requests a single room. So, not only is he planning to sleep with me tonight, but he’s also planning to fall asleep with me. Will my heart be able to take that?

I’ve been half in love with Oz since I was a little girl. If we sleep together, that’ll be it. I’ll be head over heels in love. I can’t believe that a few days ago, I was judging Colby for behaving badly around Oz.

Who am I to judge? I’m practically a different person in his presence.

I follow Oz to our room, dizzy with nerves as I watch him unlock the door. As soon as we’re inside, he kicks the door closed and wraps his arms around me. No warning. No chance to gain my bearings. He’s just there, pressing his mouth against mine. All my hesitation and doubts go out the window. I am putty in his hands. He can do with me whatever he likes.

His tongue slides over mine, turning my body into liquid magma. Every nerve ending feels like it’s on fire. I pant for breath, desperate for oxygen, but unwilling to move my mouth away from his. If this is how I die, I’m okay with it. I embrace it.

His hands make quick work of my pants, and I step out of them when they fall to the floor. He removes his mouth from mine just long enough to yank my shirt over my head. It’s no more than a second, but it’s too long. As soon as my head is free from the shirt, I lunge for him, and my lips are back on his.

“Oh, God, Jori…” he gasps, just as desperate as me. And I feel powerful. Like a deity. As if I could move mountains.

He unhooks my bra, freeing my breasts. Then his fingers find my nipples, tugging gently as he buries his tongue in my mouth. He pushes me onto the bed and my knees spread open. I’m dizzy with desire and desperate for more.

“Fuck me,” I beg. “I can’t wait another second.”

“Not yet,” he whispers. “First…”

He moves down my body, pausing at my breasts to flick his tongue over each nipple before moving down…

He stares at my pussy, licking his lips. “I’m going to get you so wet, baby. Wetter than you’ve ever been.”

My inner walls spasm at the words, and I know that I’m already wetter than I’ve ever been. I’m about to tell him so when he lowers his mouth to my clit. My hips buck upward into his face, and he chuckles.

“Whoa, girl. Patience…” He licks my thighs, teasing me, as he spreads my pussy open with his fingers. “I dare you…”

I stare down at him with wide eyes. “D-dare me?”

He grins wickedly. “I dare you to come on my face.”

Then he plunges his tongue inside, licking every inch of my folds. My climax starts to build, deep in my belly. He brings me closer and closer with his tongue, and when I’m right on the edge, he presses a finger against my clit. Hard.

I scream with pleasure, coming harder than I ever have in my life. He licks me once more, slowly, savoring me as my body trembles and quakes in his arms.

“Ready for another dare?” he asks.

I whimper, desperate to have him inside me. I’m not waiting for another dare; I’m issuing one of my own. “I dare you to fuck me with everything you’ve got!”

Before the words are even out, he’s on top of me. He plunges inside me, filling me so fully, so completely, that it almost hurts. Then he begins to move within me, slowly in and out, giving me time to adjust to his size.

“Faster,” I beg. “Harder.”

He releases a primal moan as he does as I ask, taking me with reckless abandon. I wrap my legs around him, and he shifts to move my ankles to his shoulders, pummeling me deeper than I’ve ever been fucked before. I cry out in pleasure and pain, digging my fingernails into his arms as he slams into me again and again.

And when we’re finished, and we’ve both collapsed against the sheets, I know I was right: when it comes to Oz, I’m completely, utterly helpless. I stare at his beautiful face long after he falls asleep. Then I kiss him lightly on the lips, not wanting to wake him.

“Love me, Oz Metzer,” I whisper. “I double-dog dare you.”