Daring Her Love by Melissa Foster Read Free Book Online

she reminded him.
    He smiled. “Did you want it to be?”
    She pushed to her feet, feeling agitated and annoyed at the way her body thrummed from his touch. She was frustratingly turned on. No , she didn’t want that to be their last kiss, but she didn’t want a weekend fling, either. He was watching her as she paced the patio, and that annoyed her even more, because she knew he sensed her frustration and was just letting her pace it off. That should piss her off, but it was another goddamn turn-on, the way he was so in tune with everything about her. She’d never met a man who looked that closely into her feelings or her actions.
    “You’re messing with my head,” she finally admitted.
    He set the coffee mug on the ground beside his chair and stood, taking her gently into his arms. “Then tell me not to, Kat. Tell me to leave you alone once and for all.” His words were rough, challenging, belying the way he embraced her. His grip on her hips tightened. She loved his strength and had thought all night about how hard he’d thrust into her, reliving the intensity of their sex for hours upon hours.
    He rocked his hips against hers, and her breath left her lungs in a rush.
    “You’re all about hookups,” she said, pushing at his chest, and wanting to keep him close at the same time. “It’s too easy to get swept up in you,” she finally managed.
    “How do you know I’m about hookups?” His gaze was unyielding.
    “You picked me up in the airport bar,” she reminded him.
    “One could say you picked me up.” He smiled, but it didn’t dampen the heat in his eyes.
    She fisted her hands in his shirt, unsure if she was holding him close or keeping him at bay. “You followed me to the bathroom.”
    “You wanted me to.”
    “I did not. You kissed me !”
    “That’s not how I remember it. I remember asking you to send me away, the same way I just did, and you grabbed my cock.”
    Oh shit. He was right.
    “The truth is, I have always enjoyed fast women. You read me right, darlin’. No doubt about that.”
    Aha! See!
    “But that’s not why I approached you in the bar. You looked familiar, not fast. Yes, you were sexy and gorgeous with a killer body and eyes that make my cock take notice, but you felt familiar. You felt different, right, in a way other women don’t. And when I tasted you…”
    Her knees weakened as his lips brushed against hers.
    “There was no going back. There is no going back. You feel it too, Kat. I know you do.”
    “I…” Do not say it. Do not tell him you want him. “I don’t want to be a hookup.”
    His eyes narrowed, and his voice filled with desire. “What do you want to be?”
    How the hell should I know? A girlfriend? A date? A lover? She was a woman who conquered her fears and took life by the horns, but she couldn’t come up with an answer to save her life. All she knew was that she wanted to be something to him, which was probably a very bad idea.
    “When you’re ready to tell me what you want, let me know.” He released her, leaving her weak and confused as he picked up the coffee cup and headed for the door. He reached for the handle, and she swallowed to keep her heart from climbing out of her throat.
    “I want what you can never be,” she finally managed.
    He stopped with his hand midreach. His chin dropped, as if in defeat. He turned slowly, and the determination in his eyes was unmistakable. She swallowed hard at her misinterpretation of his actions as he closed the distance between them.
    “How can you possibly know what I can and cannot be?” His tone was so dark and serious that it momentarily numbed her.
    “You said you were all about fast women.”
    “No. I said I have always enjoyed fast women.”
    “What is it with you and words ?” She crossed her arms, a barrier between his heat and her heart.
    “Words are clear. If you use them well, they leave no room for misinterpretation.” His gaze softened. “I have always enjoyed fast women. Past