HOW TO STEAL A HEART
By The guitarist
Date: August 27, 2023
Ch. 5Dare


Watching her, Chase stated, "By the way, do you have a way home?" seeing how her eyes darted to the side and how she struggled to look him in the eye.

"Sure."

"Lie," he muttered. "It's practically too early to have a taxi or anything on the road."

"Whatever," she said, devouring the cake and licking the last bit of icing off the paper plate. "Gosh, this is so sweet and tasty," she smirked, placing it on the coffee table next to the leather couch. "I can go wherever I like, you know!"

Chase remained silent, wondering why he felt the need to be so harsh to her in order to get her moving. He discovered that he enjoyed debating with her.

"How about some sort of game?" she asked with a smile. "Fancy some challenges?"

 

He saw how her eyes sparkled. This woman exudes happiness. "What kind of game?" He asked, though his imagination was completely out of this world. Nothing but sex and steamy moments with this amazing woman

"Truth or Dare."

"Really?" he smirked.

"Yes, and I get to go first."

"Fine," he responded, never one to turn down a challenge.

"Were you upset about having to supervise Tyler?"

He was unsure. The reality was at odds with the quiet honour between families.

"Truth," she gently said.

"Yes, I was."

"Good," she smiled. "Your turn…"

He locked his gaze on her. "Okay, are you a sort of exotic dancer?"

"No."

"Really?"

"I'm an IT, you know." Amaya rolled her eyes when Chase furrowed his forehead. Of course, it was hard to believe, knowing that she also has a part-time dancing job.

"But to answer your questions, yes. I'm also a dancer." She smiled up at him, and he watched as she moistened her lips with her tongue. Those thoughts of his, definitely X-rated.

 

"Are you intrigued now?" she stated, just above a whisper.

Shit, I'm going to hell, Amaya thought to herself, but she gave a small smile to the man in front.

 

Chase, however, didn't even pause. "Yes. Why not? You are a beautiful woman. I'm intrigued, alright."

She smiled sweetly and panted for breath. "So, do you want to kiss me?"

He was unsure. But Yes, he wanted nothing but to taste those beautiful kissable lips of hers.

"Truth," she declared.

"Yeah," he agreed as his stomach flipped.

"Well, we've done the truth, so how about the dare part?" she asked after a long silence, and right then and there she knew she had Chase's attention in the world.

"What exactly do you mean?" His heart was hammering strongly and gradually quickening. This woman was simply amazing. A fantasy he longed for. Well, she challenged him. How could he deny her?

 

"I dare you," she replied, her gaze fixed on his.

"Dare me what?" he challenged as his wide eyes opened.

"Well, um, I challenge you, t-to k-kiss me."

 

He didn't even try to refuse the challenge. How could he? It was a dream come true.

"Sure, how can I refuse?" he remarked softly, satisfied with her response. Those magnificent hazel eyes opened significantly. As he watched her tongue come out and anxiously lick those glossy red lips, his entire body pulsed with sexual desire.

"Truth," he stated. "Are you scared of me?"

"Of you?" she asked. "Ha! Of course not!"

"Good," he said. Chase rose from his leather chair and approached the couch where she was sleeping. As he walked around the enormous coffee table, he noticed her look and realised she was just as delighted as he was.

As he slid his body onto the couch, Chase knew it would be fine with her. He sat by her side and bent over. "You should know that there is no turning back, okay?"

"Who says I'll back down?" Amaya smirked.

"You dare me first,” he muttered.

"I know that, Chase. Why, are you changing your mind so soon?"

“Of course not." He decided to go all in, so he pulled off his shoes and slid over her, pressing his body against every inch of hers. Their lips were near, but he hadn't kissed her.

"That's it?" she exclaimed before laughing. Nerves. So she wasn't as sure of herself as she said.

How cute, he thought to himself.

"Truth. Do you want me to stop, Daisy?" he inquired with a lustful gaze. Amaya raised her head and smiled at him. "Is that a very hard, huge rock in your pocket, or are you really just thrilled to kiss me?" she asked quietly.

He almost burst out laughing. "I'm just..." He moved his mouth a quarter inch closer to hers. "Well, I'm just... thrilled... to..." His mouth was hovering directly over hers, so near that he could feel her breath on his face. "See... you." He moaned, then brought his lips to hers and claimed her mouth in his.

It tasted as good as it looked. The gloss had a caramel smell to it. Spicy and hot. Sweet and sticky. He kissed her, and the warmth of her body pressing against his was so intense that he couldn't think properly.

She kissed him back with passion, rubbing her body slowly and sensually against his.

"God, you tasted so sweet, woman," he whispered between kisses and a small thrust on her lower body, which earned Amaya a small moan.

 

Chase seized the first kiss from her and didn't even give her the opportunity to breathe before moving on to the next. His hands began to wander. He had to brush up against her breasts. Those breasts had bothered him from the first time he saw them, when she flashed him while dancing. He'd imagined how it would feel to touch and taste them.

His fingers slipped to the clasp at the back of her bra as he went on kissing her. It was open in seconds. He then glided his fingers around to her front, up and beneath the red satin.

"Ahhhh! Chase!" Amaya moaned his name.

He grasped her breast and teased the stiff nipple with his thumb and fingertip, causing her to whimper beneath his tongue. He broke their kiss and went down her body, seizing that firm nipple in his mouth and tugging hard.

 

When he took her nipple into his mouth, Amaya almost shot up off the couch.

She was in big trouble. This man could get more mileage out of a kiss than most men could out of an entire night. Those first two long, slow kisses had almost rendered her totally immobile. Soft. Pliable. Willing. Wanting.

Now she groaned deep in her throat and found herself moving against his mouth, wanting more, not quite sure what she was asking for, though she had a general idea of what happened next.

She tensed, a little anxious.

He stopped kissing and caressing her breasts, then whispered, "What?"

She realised her body had stopped moving. Looking for an acceptable justification, she said quietly, "The door. Anyone could walk right in."

"Oh, I apologise." He appeared slightly embarrassed that he hadn't thought to lock or close it. She observed Chase as he rose smoothly from the couch. She enjoyed the way he strolled to the bedroom door, slammed it, locked it, and then turned back towards her.

"How about a fire?"

She blinked. "I think we've already got one going."

He laughed, then went to the large fireplace on the far wall, knelt down, moved the fire screen away, and proceeded to build a fire swiftly and efficiently.

Once that was accomplished, he came back to the sofa.

"Wine?" he whispered.

Perhaps a drink of wine might make things a little easier. It was her first time doing something like this. She'd been waiting for what seemed like an eternity for it to feel right. For a split second, she wanted to tell him that tonight was a first for her and that she'd never been with a man before. But she was aware that doing so might jeopardise her cover. He'd never understand how she could dance half-naked in front of a group of men but had never been in bed with one... one-on-one.

 

"Why not?" she said, lying back on the couch and shrugging off her bra.

God, I'm going insane. She thought to herself.



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