Dare to Love (Dare to Love 1)

With a groan, he cupped the back of her head, holding on to her as he jerked his hips, forcing his cock into her open, waiting mouth.

This time, she moaned at the sensual assault, which overwhelmed her as she accepted all of him, including his dominant need. He pumped into her again and again, as out of control as she suddenly felt.

She slid her hand up and down his shaft faster, twisting her wrist, and driving him harder.

“Baby, time to move,” he gritted out, tugging harder on her hair, surprising her by giving her a choice.

She didn’t want one and clamped her lips tighter until, with a harsh shout, he spilled himself inside her mouth, and she accepted all of it. All of him as he released not just his passion but, she hoped, also the pain and hurt that had been building inside him all day.

Although she hadn’t found her own physical release, Riley collapsed to the floor, spent from the emotions she’d put into this one act.

She was surprised when Ian lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bedroom, laying her down on his bed.

“Breathe,” he told her.

She forced deep gulps of air into her lungs until finally, her breathing slowed. She curled against him, wanting nothing more than his arms around her, which he did without her asking.

“That was awesome, baby.”

She’d pleased him, and she let a smile curve her lips.

He brushed her hair from her face and stared into her eyes. “Someday you’ll open up to me.”

She hadn’t expected him to forget her outburst, but she’d hoped he wouldn’t bring it up again so soon. Not wanting to engage in conversation, she sighed and laid her head against his chest, closing her eyes. She was too tired to even think, and thankfully, he didn’t force the issue.

* * *

Ian held Riley while she slept. His emotions had settled down, in complete thanks to Riley. That was the effect she had on him, and he wasn’t just talking about the intense blow job she’d given him. And it had been incredible. The best he’d ever had—because she’d been emotionally invested in him.

Please let me make you feel good. Her words had shredded his emotions, stripping him bare. She’d gotten into his head in a way no woman ever had. Because she cared. Not because he was wealthy and could give her gifts in return, not because she desired something from him, but because she wanted just him.

When he’d instinctively grabbed her hair, her low, throaty moan had reverberated around his cock as she sucked him in completely. She liked the bite of pain, the direction he gave. But he had no illusions that he’d been in control. And in that second when he’d been about to come, every instinct inside him had screamed at him to toss her over the sofa and take her hard and fast. To be the one in charge.

He couldn’t.

Didn’t.

Because she’d needed to finish what she’d started, to give to him. And now here he was, with a woman in his bed, holding her, caressing her hair, and fucking thinking about his feelings.

Gentleness didn’t come naturally to him, but for her, this felt right. She was changing him, seeping inside him and altering him in ways he didn’t recognize. Ways that scared him to his very soul. Because life didn’t come with guarantees, and nothing about Riley promised she’d remain his.

* * *

Riley woke up surrounded in heat, Ian’s strong arms wrapped securely around her. A glance at the clock on the nightstand told her it was nearly eleven p.m. She inhaled and smelled his delicious masculine scent. She wished she could remain in the safe cocoon of his arms and leave her problems behind. A scary thought, as last night returned in vivid detail.

She’d given guys blow jobs before. It always seemed to be a tit for tat kind of thing with most men, but she’d never wanted to give one to a man so badly.

She’d needed to take Ian into her mouth, to taste him, to give him the badly needed release of his stress and pain. He’d needed to see that someone in his life cared enough about him to put his feelings first. She’d wanted to be the one to show him he mattered.

What she hadn’t anticipated was her own reaction to his need to control. He’d gripped her hair. Her breasts had throbbed. He’d pulled harder. She’d moaned. He’d cupped her head in his big hand, and she’d nearly come from the feeling of being restrained. The other night, he’d tied her to the headboard, and she’d come apart, harder and faster than ever before.

Hadn’t her father held her mother down and beat her? Hadn’t he dragged her across the room by her hair? So what did it say about Riley that she liked being dominated in any way?

She exhaled hard, a low groan escaping from her throat.

“You’re awake?” he asked in a deep voice.

“Mmm-hmm. Did you sleep too?”