Love Me If You Dare (Safe Haven) by Kate Laurens Page B

my ribs, one by one.
I tensed, knowing where that hand was going.
    Wanting
it. Craving it.
    “Dylan!”
I gasped as his large, work hardened hand finally covered my breast. He moved
with torturous slowness, weighing the flesh, massaging over the nipple that had
contracted to the point of pain.
    “I’ve
dreamed about this,” He spoke into my hair, the hand at the back of my neck
sliding down to splay over my back, pushing me even closer against him. I
moaned when I felt the evidence of his arousal, the hard length a contrast
against the swell of my belly.
    I
was relieved that he’d left his underwear on, adding a second layer to our self
control. But at the same time, as I instinctively pressed the lace covered area
between my legs against his erection, I wanted everything from him— everything.
    I
wasn’t a virgin. He wasn’t either, unless all those girls in his wild youth had
just been going to his place for slumber parties. But though I’d gone wild once
I was at school, I knew, somehow, that this connection between us had to be
treated with utmost care.
    “Mmm.”
I threw back my head and absorbed the sensation as Dylan played those fingers
over my nipple. He pulled, and I felt a series of shocks sparking all the way
down to my womb.
    I
gasped when he slid his hands under my rear and lifted me. I twined my legs
around his waist, arching my back to press my flesh further into his palm.
    He
kissed my cheek, then my neck. His teeth sank lightly into the corded muscle of
my neck, then the tender spot where my neck met my shoulder.
    “Is
this okay?” he murmured against my skin. I knew what he was asking as his lips
moved lower, sliding over the upper swell of my breast.
    Slow
down , my brain screamed at me. My body
ignored the plea, instead leaning back and offering my breast for the touch of
his mouth.
    “Did
ya remember the bait, Mike?” The voice was male and very, very loud, but it
still took a moment for it to sink into my consciousness.
    “Oh,
shit.” I flailed as I tried to extricate myself from Dylan’s embrace,
succeeding only in making water splash into both of our voices.
    “Not
quite the exhibitionist you want me to think you are, huh?” Dylan asked dryly,
finally letting me go to dunk back under the water and grin wryly.
    I
rose up as much as I could without my breasts escaping the water, searching for
the offending party.
    There,
half a mile down the small lake—two men in plaid shirts and rubber boots were
trudging along the sand with fishing poles and tackle boxes in hand.
    I
glared at Dylan, who smiled back with infuriating calmness.
    “Stop
grinning! It’s not funny!” I splashed water at him, and he managed to duck the
arc of water. I scowled, and he grinned, and the absurdity of the situation hit
me.
    A
small laugh escaped my lips. I clapped my hand over my mouth, but the sound
escaped.
    Dylan
started to chuckle, too, and soon we were laughing out loud, not caring that
the two men were now looking right at us.
    “This
is quite the situation you’ve gotten us into, Kaylee Ann.” Dylan smirked at me.
“What’s your plan?”
    I
raised my eyebrows and poked him in the chest.
    “My
plan is that you will be the gentleman and get out of the water to get me my
clothes. You will then shield me while I get dressed.” My voice was prim, but I
was still entertained.
    It
felt good, to be doing something silly and not serious with Dylan. Something
that he hadn’t expected me to do, but that he seemed to have accepted
regardless.
    He
cocked one eyebrow. “I’m just as naked as you are. Maybe you should get out
first and protect my modesty.”
    “Remember
those boobs you were just groping? Those make me way more naked than you.” I feigned
a scowl.
    “Thank
heavens for that.” Dropping a kiss onto the top of my head, Dylan strode
forward, out of the water and onto the sand. The water sluicing down his solid
frame was a thing of beauty, and I shook my head at the fact that