When You Dare
Page 82
In minutes, they were both breathing hard and fast. Not moving proved impossible for him, especially with her so soft and giving beneath him, squirming each time he tugged on a nipple with his fingertips or nibbled on her earlobe.
When he first rolled his hips against her, she freed her mouth and moaned. Just as she had on the dock, she went hot and ready with blazing speed. Moving to the side of her, Dare slid his hand down along her body until it rested low on her belly.
“You are so small, and so sweet.” He rubbed his cheek against her breast. “But not small here. God almighty, woman, you have a killer body.”
Raising her hands over her head, her eyes closed, Molly clenched in anticipation. He loved looking at her, at the honest reactions on her face.
Watching her, he asked, “Are you wet, Molly?”
She nodded, then arched, trying to hurry him.
Teasing her was so hot, so sexy, that it slowed him down enough. He wanted to take his time and relish this. He didn’t want to miss a single moan or sigh.
“Let me see,” he whispered, and he cupped his hand over her.
Her fingers knotted in the sheet at either side of her head. She looked at him with dazed eyes and honest need. So beautiful. So real.
While he stroked over her, parting her, exploring her with just his fingertips, he bent and slowly sucked on one nipple. She twisted beneath him, breathing hard and fast. With his teeth this time, Dare tugged on her nipple, and she cried out.
He chose that moment to relentlessly press two fingers into her, as deeply as he could.
The way her body clasped his fingers, the low sounds of raw pleasure she made, told him how she liked that. But it wasn’t enough for him.
While he eased his fingers out, and then back into her, he kissed each nipple again, and then her ribs. When he trailed a path of damp kisses down her abdomen, she went still—maybe with expectation, maybe with uncertainty.
It didn’t matter.
He dipped his tongue into her navel, making her squirm more, then over to her hipbone. A ticklish spot for her.
Liking that, he stored the knowledge away into his memory banks with plans to investigate it more later.
Right now, he wanted to taste her. He wanted to hear her cry out, feel her reaction, when he took her into his mouth, replaced his fingers with his tongue.
Already, her heady scent had ripened, sweet and rich. The strongest aphrodisiac for any man was a woman’s arousal. For Dare, Molly’s arousal amplified the effect tenfold because, in so many ways, she was special.
When she tangled her fingers in his hair, urgently holding on to him, he decided this had to be the biggest turn-on ever.
Nuzzling against her, her small cries filling his head, Dare licked over her turgid clitoris. She almost shot off the bed. Pleased with that reaction, he braced a forearm over her midsection to keep her still, teased with his tongue again—and then closed his mouth around her to gently suck.
The second he tasted her, he wanted to come.
Molly did, too.
Her deep rumbling groan said more than words could. She arched her back; her legs trembled. She moved against him, squeezing the fingers he kept deep inside her as her climax swelled, crested and wracked through her. The sounds she made were almost as good as the sweet taste of her.
Dare kept her there, at the peak, relishing every second of her, until she groaned and pressed back into the mattress.
Lifting his head, he looked up the length of her body to her face. Eyes closed, cheekbones damp, chest still heaving, she lay utterly limp. Slowly, he eased his fingers from her and then put them into his mouth. He closed his eyes, too, loving the intimacy, loving…
His heart damn near stopped.
He looked up at Molly again and found her watching him in sated amazement—and something more, something that unsettled him.
His whole body on fire, Dare rushed up over her. Pushed by turbulent emotion, he caught her face and kissed her hard. She gasped and then accepted his tongue again. The need to devour her pushed him. He reached down and, clasping a knee, spread her legs wide.
Still kissing her, unable to get enough to appease him, he situated himself. He could feel her, open, warm and wet, against the head of his cock, and it was enough to make him lock his teeth. He had to pause to get control.
No way in hell would he risk hurting her.
Leashing his tattered discipline, struggling to be gentle, he rocked into her. Small, tight and…perfect.
His head swam. Emotion mingled with carnality, leaving him blindsided. Molly wrapped around him, cocooning him in her scent and the feel of her. He savored the way she hugged him so tightly and the way she met his every thrust with the rise of her hips.
Dare put one hand beneath that delectable ass and lifted her even more so he could go deeper, so she’d take all of him.
In no time at all, it put her over the edge again. She freed her mouth to gasp and groan, her head back, her hair spread out around her.
Seeing her like that, feeling each contraction on his cock, did him in. “Look at me, Molly.”
Lips parted, face flushed, she opened her eyes and shared everything with him. It was enough. Almost too much.
He drove into her, groaned, and at the last second took her mouth again as he gained his own volatile release.
Minutes later, Dare eased to his back beside her. Even as his heart still raced and his legs stayed shaky, his thoughts scrambled in an effort to sort out everything he felt. Dominant in those feelings was a need to cement his odd relationship with her.
He dropped a forearm over his eyes.
Hell, Molly still thought she’d be paying him for his protection. Did she also think that once he secured her safety, they’d be done? He snorted at that repugnant thought.
When he first rolled his hips against her, she freed her mouth and moaned. Just as she had on the dock, she went hot and ready with blazing speed. Moving to the side of her, Dare slid his hand down along her body until it rested low on her belly.
“You are so small, and so sweet.” He rubbed his cheek against her breast. “But not small here. God almighty, woman, you have a killer body.”
Raising her hands over her head, her eyes closed, Molly clenched in anticipation. He loved looking at her, at the honest reactions on her face.
Watching her, he asked, “Are you wet, Molly?”
She nodded, then arched, trying to hurry him.
Teasing her was so hot, so sexy, that it slowed him down enough. He wanted to take his time and relish this. He didn’t want to miss a single moan or sigh.
“Let me see,” he whispered, and he cupped his hand over her.
Her fingers knotted in the sheet at either side of her head. She looked at him with dazed eyes and honest need. So beautiful. So real.
While he stroked over her, parting her, exploring her with just his fingertips, he bent and slowly sucked on one nipple. She twisted beneath him, breathing hard and fast. With his teeth this time, Dare tugged on her nipple, and she cried out.
He chose that moment to relentlessly press two fingers into her, as deeply as he could.
The way her body clasped his fingers, the low sounds of raw pleasure she made, told him how she liked that. But it wasn’t enough for him.
While he eased his fingers out, and then back into her, he kissed each nipple again, and then her ribs. When he trailed a path of damp kisses down her abdomen, she went still—maybe with expectation, maybe with uncertainty.
It didn’t matter.
He dipped his tongue into her navel, making her squirm more, then over to her hipbone. A ticklish spot for her.
Liking that, he stored the knowledge away into his memory banks with plans to investigate it more later.
Right now, he wanted to taste her. He wanted to hear her cry out, feel her reaction, when he took her into his mouth, replaced his fingers with his tongue.
Already, her heady scent had ripened, sweet and rich. The strongest aphrodisiac for any man was a woman’s arousal. For Dare, Molly’s arousal amplified the effect tenfold because, in so many ways, she was special.
When she tangled her fingers in his hair, urgently holding on to him, he decided this had to be the biggest turn-on ever.
Nuzzling against her, her small cries filling his head, Dare licked over her turgid clitoris. She almost shot off the bed. Pleased with that reaction, he braced a forearm over her midsection to keep her still, teased with his tongue again—and then closed his mouth around her to gently suck.
The second he tasted her, he wanted to come.
Molly did, too.
Her deep rumbling groan said more than words could. She arched her back; her legs trembled. She moved against him, squeezing the fingers he kept deep inside her as her climax swelled, crested and wracked through her. The sounds she made were almost as good as the sweet taste of her.
Dare kept her there, at the peak, relishing every second of her, until she groaned and pressed back into the mattress.
Lifting his head, he looked up the length of her body to her face. Eyes closed, cheekbones damp, chest still heaving, she lay utterly limp. Slowly, he eased his fingers from her and then put them into his mouth. He closed his eyes, too, loving the intimacy, loving…
His heart damn near stopped.
He looked up at Molly again and found her watching him in sated amazement—and something more, something that unsettled him.
His whole body on fire, Dare rushed up over her. Pushed by turbulent emotion, he caught her face and kissed her hard. She gasped and then accepted his tongue again. The need to devour her pushed him. He reached down and, clasping a knee, spread her legs wide.
Still kissing her, unable to get enough to appease him, he situated himself. He could feel her, open, warm and wet, against the head of his cock, and it was enough to make him lock his teeth. He had to pause to get control.
No way in hell would he risk hurting her.
Leashing his tattered discipline, struggling to be gentle, he rocked into her. Small, tight and…perfect.
His head swam. Emotion mingled with carnality, leaving him blindsided. Molly wrapped around him, cocooning him in her scent and the feel of her. He savored the way she hugged him so tightly and the way she met his every thrust with the rise of her hips.
Dare put one hand beneath that delectable ass and lifted her even more so he could go deeper, so she’d take all of him.
In no time at all, it put her over the edge again. She freed her mouth to gasp and groan, her head back, her hair spread out around her.
Seeing her like that, feeling each contraction on his cock, did him in. “Look at me, Molly.”
Lips parted, face flushed, she opened her eyes and shared everything with him. It was enough. Almost too much.
He drove into her, groaned, and at the last second took her mouth again as he gained his own volatile release.
Minutes later, Dare eased to his back beside her. Even as his heart still raced and his legs stayed shaky, his thoughts scrambled in an effort to sort out everything he felt. Dominant in those feelings was a need to cement his odd relationship with her.
He dropped a forearm over his eyes.
Hell, Molly still thought she’d be paying him for his protection. Did she also think that once he secured her safety, they’d be done? He snorted at that repugnant thought.
