Pressure Rising (Rhinestone Cowgirls Book 2) by Rhonda Lee Carver Page B

magically brought her to the edge, withdrew his fingers, and she barely registered that he was pulling on a condom before he buried himself inside of her.
    Tingles splashed through her as she clutched his shoulders, hanging on as he rode her wildly—fiercely—like a starving man.
    It wasn’t long before they succumbed to complete satisfaction.
     
    Chapter Eight
     
    “Truth or dare cards. Ever played?”
    DJ looked over his turkey sandwich at Pearl who was holding a deck of playing cards. “No.” He took another bite from his half-eaten sandwich, chewed and tossed the remainder in the trashcan. Seeing her in the tight tank top and cut off jean shorts made him want to eat something else.
    “Let’s play.” She dropped down into one of the chairs at the table.
    “Why?” He came up from behind her and lifted her hair up, kissing her neck. She smelled like sugar cookies.
    “So we can get to know each other better.” She giggled when he nibbled on her collarbone.
    “We’ve gotten to know a lot about each other here lately.”
    “Please?” She looked up at him through her lashes.
    He wouldn’t have told her no if his life depended on it. Grabbing the chair next to her, he straddled it, relaxing his arms over the back. “Tell me the rules.”
    “We each get a stack of cards. We lay down one at a time, and whoever has the lowest card each move must choose truth or dare.” She separated the stack of cards and handed him one.
    DJ had never been into playing games, but if it meant he could stare at her longer he was all for it.
    She laid one card down. A Jack. He laid his. A nine. “I won!” She lit up. “Truth or dare?”
    “Truth.” He didn’t have anything to hide.
    “Have you changed your mind about healthier eating choices since I’ve been here?”
    He laughed. “I’m not against healthy eating, but can’t say I’m ready to give up meat and potatoes.”
    “Fair enough. Let’s go again.” They played their card at the same time. She had a two and he had a Queen. “I guess I choose truth.”
    Rubbing his palms together, he thought over his question carefully. “When we were kids, behind the barn, you told me you had a crush on me. Were you telling the truth?”
    One corner of her mouth twitched. “I had a bad crush on you.”
    Cards went down and he won again. “I’m beginning to like this game. Truth or dare?”
    She sat back, folding her arms over her waist. “I’m going to live a little. Dare.”
    His cock jerked. “Being the red blooded man that I am, I’d like to see you dance.”
    Her cheeks blossomed. “Dance?” Her voice shook.
    “Strip for me, Pearl.” He held her warm gaze.
    She brought her hand up and pushed a tendril of hair behind her ear. He noticed her fingers trembling.
    “I-I can’t…”
    “Why?”
    “I’ve never even thought of doing that…in front of someone…” She set her cards down.
    “This was your game, you called the rules.” The ache in his groin turned to throbbing. Even if she didn’t follow through, he still had a vivid imagination that was enough to turn him inside out. “You don’t—”
    “Okay. I did say dare, didn’t I?”
    The cards fell out of his hands all over his lap and onto the floor. “Yeah?”
    “Go to the bedroom, DJ. I’ll meet you in there in five minutes.” Her gaze had lost some of the innocence and a sparkle lit the irises.
    With no hesitation, he jumped out of the chair, not caring that the rest of the cards fell at his feet as he raced toward the stairs, taking them two at a time. He wasn’t sure why but the idea of seeing Pearl strip for him was as exciting as Christmas morning. Except the gift he was about to unwrap was the best he’d ever received
    In the bedroom, he jumped into the middle of the mattress and kicked off his boots.
    And he waited.
    Time seemed to slow.
    His cock grew. His gut ached.
    I’m a freaking mess over this chick.
    The music started. The soft, rhythmic tune streamed from the speakers in