Double Dare You
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Cara Lockwood
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What happens when an innocent dare turns naughty? "I dare you to kiss me." Allie Connors should know better. The last time she kissed adrenaline junkie Liam Beck, the result was a no-holds-barred, hottest-of-the-hot shag-a-thon — followed by the fastest disappearing act ever. Now the mouthwatering, hard-bodied sex god is standing in front of her, daring Allie to kiss him. And, oh, how she wants to... Allie knows that one kiss with Liam Beck is practically a gateway sex drug. One kiss will send her tumbling headfirst back into lust and, worse, remind her that she is absolutely, completely, undeniably in love with the biggest commitmentphobe in the world. But now a sexy little game of dare has turned Allie from a steady, believes-in-true-love accountant into a woman who asks for what she wants, and to hell with the consequences. It's everything Beck ever wanted: hot, dirty, thoroughly satisfying sex. No strings. No hearts. And Allie is the one in control. But with every dare, Allie is slipping down a dangerous slope. Because while Beck might be playing for a little wicked fun, Allie might just be playing for keeps...
PROLOGUE
HIS LIPS CLAIMED hers and, in that moment, her entire body came alive. The rumors about this sex god were true, beyond true, she realized as he pulled her into his arms, flat against his muscled chest, and the world outside faded away. Nothing existed but their bodies before the woodstove in this small lodge on the top of a remote peak in the Rocky Mountains. He tasted like pure animal magnetism, pure white-hot desire, everything she’d ever wanted and more she hadn’t dreamed of. Her clothes came off. Before she knew it, she was naked, and then it was electric skin against skin. She could almost feel the pulse of his need against her belly. She didn’t know where her heat began and his ended, and she didn’t care to draw boundaries. She wanted them all gone. God, how she’d fantasized about this moment, with this man, and how she’d never believed it could ever happen, not in a million years. He had his pick of women in Aspen, but now, finally—and at long last—it would be her turn.
The blizzard howled outside the wood lodge, a mournful call she felt in her chest, mirroring her own desperate need. She’d wanted him since she first laid eyes on him but had been so long denied. She’d pined in silence for months, even years. She’d yearned for this since she first fell in love with him, only she’d been in hell ever since. She’d been slowly chipping away at that friendship line, and now, finally, she’d gotten him to cross. She knew she was risking everything, his very friendship, and yet she didn’t care. Her need for him was just too great, her want burned in her hotter than the crackling wood in the stove. She couldn’t have stopped herself any more than she could stop the snow battering the windows outside. This might be her only chance, and she’d take it, her head buzzing with wine. She understood the dangers here, knew she was playing with fire. He didn’t do relationships, didn’t do love. He’d break her heart if she let him. This man wouldn’t settle down with anyone, wouldn’t be tamed, but that was why she wanted him so badly, she realized. She wanted to stand in the wind and howl, she wanted to consume some of his wildness and feel it run riot inside her. She wanted to be obliterated, completely, and then put back together again. She wanted him, the chaos he brought, and she wanted to ride it until she couldn’t ride anymore.
He laid her down on the bearskin rug, its fur surprisingly soft against her bare back. She soaked in all the details, because she’d want to remember this, now and always. She didn’t care about tomorrow. She only cared about right now, this man she’d stupidly fallen in love with. The man who might never love her back, but she didn’t care. She’d have his body even if she couldn’t have his heart.
