Desperate Match Quotes

“Rowan coughed and spluttered on his gulp of beer. “I’ve never played with my pussy,” he said with an amused glint in his eye.”

Her cheeks heated at his dirty language, but the tingles running under her skin made her aware of her reaction to being alone in the hotel room with Rowan, sitting on the big bed and playing silly games. “I’ve never touched a woman’s breasts beside my own.”

“I’ve never given a blow job.”

“I’ve never received a blow job,” she said, tilting the mini wine bottle to her mouth and realizing it was empty.

“I’ve never played I never with a woman I love before,” he said, setting his beer can on the nightstand with a clink.

“I’ve never kissed a man in a hotel room before.” She pressed forward onto her hands and knees to reach and kiss him. Their lips lingered for a long moment before she leaned back and waited for his next I never.

“I’ve never removed a woman’s shirt in a hotel room.” Now it was his turn to lean forward and tug her sweater up over her head.

She thought long and hard about her next words, knowing he would act on whatever she said. “I’ve never ordered a man to take off his shirt in a hotel room,” she said finally and watched happily as he removed his long sleeve navy cotton T–shirt. She’d never tire of seeing his smooth skin over hard pectorals. A narrow line of hair trailed down the center of his belly disappearing into jeans. She’d licked her way along that line yesterday and licked her lips now in anticipation of tasting him again.

“I’ve never kissed a woman’s nipples in a hotel room,” he said. In a flash, her bra was flying through the air to land in a pile on the carpet in front of the window, and Rowan’s mouth was on her breasts. Sensation spiraled through her as she shuddered and her arousal built. She’d been on edge since their heated kisses in the car in the parking lot, and it didn’t take much for Rowan’s tongue to turn her into a shuddering, needy wanton.

“I think this game has turned from I Never into Truth or Dare,” she said, clasping Rowan’s head to her chest.

He pulled away from his decadent kisses to look her in the face. “Let’s do it. Dare me, Jill.” The look in his eye told her she might’ve taken on more than she could handle. Though she’d been an active participant in their lovemaking up to now, Rowan had taken the lead and guided her. She had the power here. The question was what to do with it.

“I dare you to”—she licked her lips thoughtfully—“I dare you to get naked and lie on your back. Eyes closed,” she added. When all was as she wanted, she leaned over him and planted a kiss on his lips. Then she kissed her way down his body, stopping at all the best spots. His chin, where his unshaven beard scratched at her skin. His pectorals, one nipple, then another. His belly button. “You’re ticklish,” she observed.

“Yeah.”

Then she made her way lower to his erection, lying over his belly pointing at the chin. She freaking loved his body and how it reacted to her every touch. Being alone with him in the hotel room was even better. Here there were no echoes of footsteps in the hallway, no clock ticking signaling the end of their hour together, no narrow bed forcing them to get creative in their positions. They had a king–size bed and a whole night to explore.

Kneeling at the side, she took him in her mouth, eliciting a moan. His musky taste filled her mouth, and she lovingly used her tongue to drive him wild. His hand found the crease of her jeans between her legs and explored her while she used her mouth on him. She parted her legs, giving him better access, and it was all she could do to concentrate on giving him pleasure when he was making her feel so good.

She wanted to straddle him so bad. The temptation to stop the foreplay and ride this thing to completion was great, but she held off.

“Are you ready for me?” Rowan asked. “You want my cock in you?” His eyes remained closed, and a smile lingered on his face.”
― Lynne Silver, Desperate Match

“His answer was to speed up thrusts, impaling her on his erection. Her whole body was pinioned on where their bodies joined. Her heart thrummed and she shifted her hips trying to reach that magical angle.

“Put your hands flat on the wall,” Rowan ordered. “Don’t move them.”

Hastily she obeyed, while his hand lowered to her front and found her swollen clitoris. He stroked, and she moaned. They rocked together, thumping against the door, with the sensation of the hard wood against her nipples adding a titillation and newness to the sex.

They stayed in this position, with him fucking her from behind, holding her captive. She had to think of it as fucking. Yesterday they’d made love, each of them giving to the other. This was fucking. He gave, she took.

Her orgasm was building, and she tried to hold it back, but his skillful fingers between her legs, played her with expertise, eliciting sobs and please and “oh Gods.”

“I dare you to come. Now,” Rowan said.

Her orgasm exploded around them, forcing his, until she could no longer hold up her body, and sank down, trusting Rowan to hold them up. He remained deep inside her, holding her back tight to his front. Sweat beaded in her cleavage, bonding her to the door, and there was a wet sound when they finally managed to pull away. They stumbled to the bed where they burrowed under the covers, wrapped around each other likes snakes on the caduceus.

They lay in a haze until Rowan whispered, “Truth or Dare, Jill?”

“Truth.”

“Do you love me?”

“Yes.” Easy answer. “Truth or Dare, Rowan?”

“Dare.”

She smiled. “I dare you to stay with me forever and be the father of our children.”

A short silence, then, “I’ll take that dare.”
― Lynne Silver, Desperate Match

“His words caused a rush of heat in her already damp passage. Yeah, she was ready, but it was too fast. They had all night, and she wanted to take advantage.

“Too soon,” she whispered, and moved her lower body out of his reach.

“Jill,” he warned. “I’m close. You want me in you, then don’t make me come.”

She didn’t answer, and instead lowered her mouth to swallow as much of his penis as she could fit.

“Urgh,” Rowan made an incomprehensible noise, and she suddenly found herself on her back with him looming over her. “It’s my turn to dare you. Ready?” He held her down, with his knees on her thighs and his one arm pressed against her shoulder. She could try to overpower him, but it wouldn’t work. He was stronger. And that’s when it hit her how far she’d come under Rowan’s love and care. She’d never dreamed a man could hold her down, and not only wouldn’t it scare her; it aroused her. Because she liked feeling him dominate her.

“Dare me,” she said.

“It’s not going to be easy,” he warned. “I’m still a little pissed you ran from me, and I had to chase you down. We could’ve had our orgasms and been sleeping in our own bed already.”

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“Don’t feel too bad. I got a hotel room with my nearly naked girl. Life is good.”

They smiled at each other. “Take off your jeans,” he ordered.

“Is that the dare?” she teased, “because that’s easy. I’ve been doing it since kindergarten.”

“Smart ass,” he muttered, but it was obvious he was distracted by her shimmying out of her worn jeans.

“Naked ass,” she corrected and shook it at him while on her hands and knees.

“Yep.” He gave it a sharp spank, and her head whirled around to stare at him in shock. She’d been hit on nearly every body part by Jack, and every punch and slap caused humiliation and pain, but when Rowan spanked her, she wanted to arch back and demand more.

“You okay?” he asked, clearly attuned to her stunned surprise.

She nodded and remained on all fours. “What’s the dare?” she asked, expecting a demand to get on her knees and open wide or on her back and spread her legs. Therefore she was stunned at his challenge.

“I dare you to try to run from me again.” He lay back against the headboard and watched her reaction.

It took her three seconds to catch on and another second to be off the bed, springing naked to the door. He’d better catch her before she made it to the hallway. She didn’t want to get kicked out of her hotel stay.

Bam! Her hand was reaching for the doorknob, when Rowan’s big body slammed into her from behind, pressing her breasts against the wood of the door. His hand gripped one wrist and held it above their heads against the door. Her right hand shimmied out from between their bodies to try to free herself, but he managed to grab that too and bound both her wrists in his left hand, holding them captive above her head.

“Get on your toes,” he growled in her ear.

As she rose onto tippy–toes, every inch of his erection slid along her lower back and down the crease of her ass until it bobbed between her legs. She adjusted her stance so the head of his penis probed at her entrance. His hips shifted and he was embedded deep inside. With this angle, she felt full to bursting and every nerve ending touched a part of his body. He overwhelmed her, crushing her front to the door, and pressing his chest to her back. The wood of the door felt scratchy against her cheek, and her toes felt as though they might fly off the ground entirely as he thrust upward.

“Move with me. I dare you,” he said in his deep voice against her right ear.

“It’s my turn to dare,” she said and gasped on a deep thrust.

“Go for it,” he grunted and continued thrusting.

“I dare you to make me come,” she said.”
― Lynne Silver, Desperate Match

“What should we do now?” She’d meant her question as a joke. After all, hadn’t they come here specifically to have sex? So she was surprised at his next words.

“How about a game?” He climbed onto the bed and sprawled back into the mess of pillows against the carved wood headboard.

“Like what?” A glance around the room revealed nothing. “I didn’t see any games. Do you think the lobby has some to borrow?”

“That’s not the kind of game I was talking about.”

“Oh?” Now she was curious. Did he mean something sexual?

“Let’s play I never.”

It took her a second, and then she remembered the game from high school. “The game where we say something we’ve never done and if you have done that something, you take a drink? Do we need beer?”

“Yep. There’s a mini–bar in that cabinet.”

She settled in across from him, crossing her legs. “Why do you want to play I never? Feeling nostalgic for high school?”

“I want to know you better.”

“You could just ask.”

“Yeah, but this is more fun.” He grinned.

“Planning on getting me drunk and having your wicked way with me?”

“You read my mind.”

He took a sip of beer and she watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. “Let’s start off slow,” he said. “I’ve never watched television.”

They both took a drink. The wine she’d selected was dry and she felt it in her nose as she swallowed. “Okay, my turn. I’ve never spent the night in a hotel with anyone other than my parents.”

He drank.

“You have? When?”

“Twice in high school, once a few months back.”

They hadn’t been together a few months ago, but hearing he’d spent the night in a hotel with a woman felt like a kick in her gut.

“Loren, Xander, and I went to London to rescue Adam.”

“Oh.” She felt instantly happy again. “What about the other times?”

“Prom. A whole bunch of us chipped in to get a room. They kicked us out by 3:00 a.m. Money well spent.”

She laughed. “And the other?”

“I was the equipment manager for our high school basketball team. We made it to a big championship that year. Man, the moms baked every day for weeks so we could have bake sales and earn enough to get three rooms for the twelve of us. Good times,” he said nostalgically. “Okay, my turn again. I’ve never taken the SAT.”

She took a long gulp of wine.

“How’d you do?”

“Good enough to get into college.”

“Nice. But you didn’t go.”

“Nope. Got married.” She took a therapeutic drink of wine. His mention of his trip to London reminded her of another thing she’d never done. “I’ve never been on a plane,” she said. Unsurprisingly, he drank. Had she thought they’d taken a boat or car to London?

“But it was only that one time to London,” he explained. “I’d never been on a plane before.”

“Did you like it?” She’d always wondered what it would be like to sit in a tube that high off the ground. And it was petty of her, but she liked that Rowan had a similar amount of experience to her when it came to world travel. She’d have felt inadequate if he’d been all over the world.

“I was so worried about Adam, it was hard to concentrate on the flight. I’d like to go try it again. With you if you’re willing.”

“I’d love to. My parents were big into road trips, and Jack never took me anywhere. I want to see as much of the world as possible.”

“Then let’s do it. We’ll save up and head out every chance we get.” They grinned at each other.

“Okay, another one. Prepare to get your drink on,” he said with a devastating grin. “I’ve never had long hair.”

She drank, and understood his game at once. “I’ve never been in the boy’s locker room.

Rowan drank. “I’ve never worn a bra.”

She laughed and nearly snorted wine up her nose. “I’ve never shaved my beard.”

He drank. “I’ve never shaved my legs.”

She drank.” I’ve never…” She took another sip for courage. The wine was clearly getting to her or she never would’ve said her next thing. “I’ve never had an erection.”
― Lynne Silver, Desperate Match

“Uh, Jill?” Rowan interrupted. He stood in the bathroom doorway. His pants were on, but a crisp white shirt hung open, revealing his taut abdominal muscles. “Can you button my shirt? I can do it, but—”

“Sure.” Jill didn’t let him finish. He had no need to be embarrassed. Most of the time, she forgot Rowan operated with a big handicap. He was so strong and capable; it was hard to think of him not being good at anything. She stepped over to him, and found the first button, starting with the top.

“Get the very top one,” he said. “I’m wearing a tie. And I’ll need your help with that too if you know how to tie a tie.”

“No problem.” She shut her mouth and concentrated on closing his buttons without running her fingers against his skin. She was on button number four when her vision started wavering from arousal. The steamy heat of the bathroom and Rowan’s nearness made her whole body tighten with need. She wasn’t alone feeling it. As she hit the final bottom button, it was impossible to miss his erection jutting from his unbuttoned dress pants. She said nothing but stepped back when she finished.

“Thanks,” he said, and started to turn away to tuck his shirt in.

Something crazy inside her dared her to step forward and reach for his zipper. There was shocked silence from both of them. “I’ll tuck you in,” she murmured. Only the sound of them breathing could be heard as she carefully lowered his zipper and pushed the white dress shirt into his trousers. Her palm rubbed his body with each tuck. She started at her right, his left, and worked her away around until she came to the front.

“I’ll do that,” he said in a strangled voice.

She met his gaze for the first time. “Let me?”

He didn’t answer but dropped his arm and stood passively letting her caress his cock under the guise of tucking his shirt. His body swelled under her hand, and she wanted to squeeze him and reach behind the elastic of his underwear to feel his hot flesh.

“Jill.”

“Mm?”

“You have to stop.”

She froze with her hand in place. His arousal pulsed against her hand. “I’m sorry.” She yanked her hand free and tried to turn away, but he spun her back and pinned her against the sink counter with a fierce kiss. She welcomed his body, pushing back against him, undulating against his hips which sought hers. The kiss overwhelmed her and she strained to capture more of his mouth, more of his body. She forgot where she was and where they were going. Anything he asked for, she was ready to give.

And then he pulled back. Cold air slapped at her front where he’d warmed her. “Brother’s wedding,” he muttered. “Can’t miss it.”

He helped her off the sink, and in a daze she turned to the mirror to fix her hair and makeup.

“Got your lipstick on me,” Rowan said. She looked in the mirror at his reflection. “I like it.” A pink stain was smudged on one side of his lips. Lips she wanted to keep kissing. “Let’s get my tie, then we gotta go.”
― Lynne Silver, Desperate Match