Truth Or Dare by Lori Foster

inhaled sharply at the well-defined, pulsing erection.
    “Believe me, I’m excited,” he said simply.
    Rather than release him when he replaced his hand on the steering wheel, Asia scooted closer. He was a large man, his sex strong and long. She traced him through his trousers, glancing at his face occasionally to see his jaw locking hard, his nostrils flaring. His blue eyes looked very dark, frighteningly intense.
    His penis flexed in her grasp, and she tightened her hold. She stroked him with her thumb, forcing the material of his slacks to rub against him. Her thumb moved up and over the head of his penis—and just that quickly, he grabbed her hand and forced it away.
    “No,” he said harshly, but without anger. “I won’t be able to keep us on the road if you do that.”
    “When we get to your place,” she murmured, understanding now why he enjoyed teasing, because she enjoyed it too, “I’ll do that to you again. Only you’ll be naked.”
    Cameron gripped the wheel hard, his mouth open as he sucked in air. “I’ll hold you to that, sweetheart.” And then he turned in toward his apartment complex.

Chapter Five
    Cameron kissed her as he opened her car door, kissed her in the parking lot and on the stairs up to his apartment. He couldn’t seem to stop kissing her and she didn’t try to make him.
    Getting his door unlocked was no easy feat with Asia smoothing her soft little hands all over his body, her mouth open on his throat, her fingertips gliding down his abdomen.
    He tugged her inside, slammed the door, and fell with her onto the couch. He felt like a caveman, but his control was shot to hell; he’d teased too long.
    She shifted around until she laid atop him. “Cameron,” she muttered, and then kissed his face, his ear, his jaw.
    He caught her, holding her steady so he could devour her sweet mouth. They moved together, hampered by coats and too many clothes and an urgent desire that obliterated reason.
    “Damn,” he growled, startled as he felt himself sliding off the couch to the floor.
    They landed with a thump. He was dumbstruck for a moment, then heard Asia giggle.
    “Witch,” he groused low, and sat up beside her. He yanked at the fastenings of her cloak and spread it wide. Her breasts heaved, her legs moved restlessly. Cameron lowered himself again, this time with both hands cupping her breasts.
    The air filled with their moans and sighs, but again, it became too frustrating. He didn’t want to stop kissing her, but he stood up and jerked his coat off, tossing it aside, then pulled his sweater over his head.
    Asia stayed on the floor, sprawled wantonly, watching him. When his chest was bare and her eyes were soft and wide, looking at him, he knelt and began removing her boots. “These are sexy,” he said low, tugging them off and eyeing her bare legs beneath. His gaze sought hers and he raised one brow. “No panty hose this time?”
    She shook her head. Silky fine tendrils of hair had escaped her braid and framed her face. Her lashes hung heavy, her eyes nearly black with lust. “I wanted to make it easier for you to touch me.”
    Her words were powerfully arousing. In a rush, he plunged his hands up under her skirt and caught the waistband of her minuscule panties. He started to drag them off her, but seeing her face, the anticipation there, he forced himself to slow down.
    He had to remember that Asia had special requirements, a refined inclination toward erotic discipline, and if he wanted to keep her for more than a night or two, he had to adjust. Her pleasure meant everything to him, was half of his own pleasure, so he slowed himself. Instead of pulling her panties off, he cupped her through the thin silk.
    “Hot, swollen,” he said, watching her back arch. “You want me, don’t you sweetheart?”
    “Yes,” she moaned, her eyes now closing.
    He petted her, letting one long finger press between her lips, rub gently over her clitoris.
    “Oh, God,” she whispered