Wild at Heart by Victoria Green, Jinsey Reese Page B

floor. Before the garment even left my body, his lips were on my breasts, taking turns teasing my nipples through the sheer fabric of my bra as he pushed me farther back on the workbench.
    Tubes of paint went flying as he swept his arm across the surface. In the scattered mess, paint oozed out, getting on my hand and side. Dare didn’t seem to care. He shoved his materials off to the side, getting even more paint on us in the process as he continued to suck and nip at my breasts. I arched my back and pressed myself into his mouth, begging for more as I writhed beneath him.
    “You’re so fucking sexy when you moan for me, Ree.” He peeled my bra off with his left hand while his right thumb and forefinger worked my nipples into tight peaks. I was quickly losing my mind, pressure building between my legs that was in serious need of release.
    Desperate to feel more of his warm skin on mine, I sought out the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head. My fingers skimmed his perfectly sculpted chest, leaving a trail of cerulean blue as they slowly slid down to his abs. His body was sharper—he looked like he’d lost weight while recovering from his injuries, which just made my heart hurt, thinking about the agony he must’ve been in. I kissed every single scar that marred his torso, gently caressing the phoenix on his back—the tattoo that hid the deep wound left by yet another one of Daren’s dirty attacks.
    As I worked my way down Dare’s body, his paint-covered hands wound through my hair, dyeing the dark blonde tresses bright, vibrant hues. When my fingers drifted to the waistband of his jeans and traveled farther south, he inhaled sharply and jerked his hips forward, pushing me all the way back onto the desk. The stack of contracts flew off the table, fluttering to the floor.
    “Looks like you’re going to need new forms,” he said, his lips quirking up into a sexy smirk.
    I laughed. “Another excuse to see you.”
    “And another opportunity for me to do this…” He unzipped my pants and slipped his hand down toward the ache that had been starved for his touch. “…and feel this…” A deep moan bloomed deep inside me when he grazed my clit. “…not to mention claim this…” He traced a slow, leisurely circle over the sensitive spot and I nearly came undone right then and there. “…as I make you mine.”
    “So this is the part where you ask things of me, right?” I panted the words out, teasing.
    “No, Ree.” The heat in his voice and the gravity of his gaze rocked me to my core. “This is the part where I make you beg for me.”
    Dare yanked my pants and thong down my legs, knocking off my heels as he tore my clothes off and tossed them behind him. He slid his hands up my thighs, parting them so that I was completely bared to him, and he placed himself firmly between them.
    “You’re a fucking goddess,” he said, leaning over me as his tongue traced my phoenix tattoo. “Sexy, powerful, and all mine.” His teeth scraped along my ribs, then travelled across my chest, clamping down on one erect nipple, causing me to yelp in surprise, then moan in delight. “I hear a lot of moaning and whimpering,” he said as he began his descent down my stomach toward my pulsing core, “but not nearly enough begging.”
    Oh, god. He was going to make me work for it. The thought of prolonging this game drove me to the brink of madness and spurred on my excitement.
    I arched my back and desperately offered myself up to his mouth. “ Please , Dare.”
    “Please what?” He let out a low growl brimming with impatience, but instead of immediately giving me what I wanted, he took his time exploring my body, painting me with his touch, teasing my skin with his fingers until I was close to tears. “What do you want, Ree?”
    My mind spun. What did I want?
    “You,” I breathed. “Every- fucking -where.”
    Please. Please. Please.
    He threaded his fingers through mine and locked my hands against the hard