Devlin's Dare by Sabrina York Read Free Book Online

knew it was stupid to tangle with a guy like this. He was far too attractive for his own good. And she was so frickin horny she could taste it.
    But so what? So what if she lost a game and had to give him her name, or a kiss or…
    She stiffened her spine. “What did you have in mind?”
    He studied her, stroking his pool cue as he considered his options, then winced as he followed her gaze and realized how suggestive the movement was. He blushed and chalked his cue.
    His blush deepened when he realized the scrape of the chalk over the tender tip of his cue was far more lurid.
    His chagrin amused her. And she liked that he wasn’t a cold-hearted predator, hunting females. Or a smarmy come-on artist. That some modicum of chivalry nested in his soul. At least enough for him to blush.
    Would it be so terrible to use him to slake her hunger?
    Just once?
    Nothing more than that, certainly.
    And he did owe her. At least one more burp.
    “Do you…” He cleared his throat. “Do you like peanut butter?”
    She gaped at him. “Peanut butter?”
    “Some people are allergic.”
    “I’m not allergic. You want me to make you a sandwich?”
    He fixed his scorching attention on her. It burned. “No. Loser has to lick peanut butter from some portion of the winner’s body.”
    The way he said it, whispered it, sent a jolt of electricity sizzling along her nerves. A vision of finishing what she had started in the alley last week skewered her like a bolt. Not that she’d thought about it, imagined it. Much.
    Tension between them ratcheted up. The bubble of attraction surrounding them tightened.
    “That, um, that sounds pretty intimate.” Not that she minded. But it was quite a leap from ‘tell me your name.’
    His attention shifted to her breasts, then trickled down and down, lingering here or then and landing on her feet. Her toes curled at the heat in his stare. He cleared his throat. “I…really like peanut butter.”
    “I…we don’t have any peanut butter.”
    “I have some. At my place.”
    “Ah…and your…roommates?”
    He scratched at his neck. Ran a finger around the collar of his t-shirt. “I’m here alone.”
    Holy hell.
    They were close. Face to face. Almost nose to nose. He smelled delicious. Heat wafted off him in waves. She remembered what it felt like, that second of bliss, when they’d been chest to chest on the ferry. And she ached.
    One night. One fling. Just one.
    “Okay.”
    Shock flickered over his features, but only for a moment. Then he regained control of himself and gulped. “Okay?”
    She nodded. Grinned. Elation swamped her, body and soul. Because she’d made a decision. When Tara Romano made a decision, she was all in.
    And because she really did love peanut butter.
     

Chapter Six
     
    She’d said yes.
    He could hardly believe it.
    It didn’t matter if he won or lost the stupid game. Someone was licking someone tonight. And he doubted it would stop there.
    Of course, there was always the possibility she was playing him, as she did last week. There was always the possibility she would lather his cock up with creamy peanut butter—it would be creamy, wouldn’t it? Crunchy might be a little too kinky for his tastes—and then laugh and walk away.
    That would be a hell of a mess to clean up.
    But what the heck. A guy had to take a risk once in a while. Especially if the potential prize was a woman like this on her knees, lapping at his…
    Shit.
    He focused on calming his raging hard on. He could barely bend over the table to shoot. Not that it mattered. Win or lose, he won. The thought of licking peanut butter from between her delicate toes was nearly as alluring. She would probably choose the foot. Judging from what he knew of her, she would revel in having him kiss her feet. He would revel in that as well. God. What he wouldn’t give to watch her squirm…
    “Darlings!”
    It took a moment for Devlin to emerge from the fantasy he’d been weaving in his head to realize the