Page 7 of Dare You to Love Me
That I’m the one who put it there.
Me.
“Ummm…wow. I think I just orgasmed,” Carina murmurs.
“The hell you did, pretty girl,” Ford says. “You’re loud AF when you come.”
She whacks him in the chest as a smile twitches around her lips.
“He’s right, you totally are,” Juliette adds with a laugh.
Color stains Carina’s cheeks as she turns her attention to Ryder and jerks a brow. “I suppose you have something to add to the convo?”
Ryder smirks and pulls his girlfriend closer before pressing a kiss to her cheek. “I’m not saying a word. The only person’s orgasms I’m concerned about are hers.”
A few puck bunnies sigh.
“And that would be my cue to leave,” Maverick McKinnon, Juliette’s brother, grumbles as he stalks from the room.
I block out the conversation that swirls around me as my tongue darts out to swipe my lips. I’ve spent years contemplating what Stella would taste like. What I’ve just discovered is that reality is way better than I imagined.
The other thing I figured out?
One taste will never be enough to satiate the deep well of need that lives inside me where this girl is concerned.
STELLA
Hours later and I’m still thinking about that kiss. Even though neither of us has mentioned it, it’s like an elephant sitting between us.
Or maybe it’s just me.
Maybe I’m the only one dwelling on it.
When I stifle a yawn, Riggs leans closer, his warm breath stirring the hair near my ear. “Ready for bed? It’s after midnight.”
The low scrape of his voice has my belly doing a strange little flip flop.
Or maybe it’s the question itself.
Although, it shouldn’t. The two of us sharing a bed isn’t new or a big deal. We’ve done it plenty of times before.
And yet…
It feels like a huge deal.
And I don’t want it to.
I don’t want anything to change between us.
Once you sleep with someone, the dynamics in your relationship shift. There’s no way to stop it from happening. It’s inevitable.
As much as I’d like to pretend otherwise, our connection has morphed into something new. Something different. It’s like one day I suddenly noticed the way his joggers were slung low on his lean hips or how a chunk of his hair hung in his eyes. Whenever those little sparks of attraction flared to life, I’ve been diligent about stomping them out and pretending they never happened. For the most part, it hasn’t been a problem.
Unfortunately, that kiss has blown my carefully constructed façade to smithereens, and I have no idea how to put the pieces back together again.
Or if it’s even possible at this point.
Every time he says something, my gaze roves over his face, taking in all the subtle changes adulthood has wrought, before dipping to his mouth. The way his tongue will peek through his lips makes my panties flood with undeniable heat.