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Dare me is a contemporary erotic romance. I know, contemporary? Me? Truthfully, I’ve been writing them for a very long time, but this work in progress made me sit up and pay attention. You can never go back. Time won’t heal all wounds. But sometimes, when two people are apart, their return to each other can be a passionate explosion.
All content is © Dawn Montgomery. This is an adult excerpt, rated NC-17.
Prologue
Summer, 1999
The earth rich scent of coming rain filled her senses. Megan Coleman dug her fingernails into her palms. Why was she here? The first drops fell, warm and hard against her face and she closed her eyes. This was stupid. She didn’t belong here.
“You came.” Tyler Rhoades’ voice slid over her skin like a caress. Her dreams had been filled with his throaty timbre and wicked commands since she’d first hit puberty.
She opened her eyes. Tyler lounged comfortably against an oak, arms crossed and a one ankle over the other. His midnight hair pulled back in a ponytail. No man ever looked sexier in jeans and a t-shirt. He exuded a confidence she ached to possess. All long lean muscle and strength. He was the center of her every fantasy.
Megan put her hands on her hips. “You invited me.”
Sensual lips twitched. “When do you leave?”
She tilted her head. “Tomorrow.” She wouldn’t ask him how he knew. Windall Falls couldn’t keep a secret if it tried.
Some dark emotion crossed his expression and then disappeared behind a slow smile. Her stomach tightened and a deep ache in her core began throbbing in time with her heartbeat.
It had to be insanity possessing her. Tyler Rhoades was way out of her league. Too experienced, too hot. She swallowed and took a shaky breath. She felt his eyes on her, the heated gaze measuring, testing. His lips turned to a sneer and her veins turned to ice.
“Are we slumming now, Megan? Jocks no longer good enough for your sweet pussy?”
Megan burned with something dark and furious. She ignored the way her body responded to his wicked words and focused on her anger instead. “Fuck you.” Those fucking rumors. She turned on her heel. Rain pelted against her body, cooling the heat infusing her cheeks. Bastard. She didn’t need this. Hadn’t she learned by now? Lightning chained across the thunderheads. A hard storm was coming. She needed to finish packing anyway.
He snagged her wrist and latched on to her belt loop in a move that had her spinning into his arms. Her palms smacked against his chest and fisted in the loose cotton shirt. Thunder rumbled quietly in the distance. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were angry with me, little one.” His breath caressed her cheek.
Shivers of anticipation slid down her spine. The evidence of his arousal pressed between them, a brand against Megan’s stomach. “Why ever would you think that? I suppose being called a slut isn’t an insult anymore?”
He chuckled and pressed a kiss against her cheek. She jerked away from his tender touch. “Why are you here?”
Fear and lust warred within her body. “Don’t play games with me, Tyler.” She rested her forehead against his shoulder. “Not you. Not now. This doesn’t have to be complicated.”
His hands caressed down her back, smoothing the wet material against her skin. Her breath came in a small gasp. The material was so cold. He ran his hand around her hip and cupped her pussy through wet jeans. Heat speared her from the inside and she moaned. Lightning slid across the sky and she let her head tilt to the side.
“Everything’s complicated with you.” She couldn’t respond because his lips did wicked things to her throat, tasting, nipping, and kissing, all the while his fingers caressed her through her jeans, hard and slow. Heat sizzled along her nerve endings until she couldn’t catch her breath.
“I can feel the heat coming off your pussy. Are you wet for me, Megan?”
Megan bit her lip, afraid to speak. His eyes were heated with an inner fire, a lust so dark she was terrified. It couldn’t be excitement rolling in her belly, could it? “You wish.”
The darkness grew in his gaze, more intense, riding him like a thunderstorm. “That was the wrong answer, baby.”
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