Dare to Touch (Dare to Love 3)

His big hands came back to her hips and encouraged her to begin rocking against him once more. Those glorious waves began to fill her again, and her embarrassment fled. Once she established a rhythm, he left her to it and refocused on her breasts. Each hand played with her at once, his fingers rubbing and tweaking, rolling and playing with her nipples. The alternate stinging pain and soothing touches combined to set her on fire.

She locked her hands around his neck and rolled her hips, amazed at the intensity of the sensations. A part of her understood it was this man—his touch, his interest, his awe in her body—that enabled her to let go. A distant part that would have let the emotional fear back in if she weren’t so far gone.

But she couldn’t stop reaching for the climax that was so close she could practically feel it. Sounds she’d never made before escaped her throat as she ground herself down on his cock. Suddenly his warm hand reached down, his fingers sliding beneath her underwear to glide over her clit.

Sensation shot through her, and she whimpered out loud. “Dylan, please.”

“Anything you want, sunshine.” He glided his fingers back and forth over her pussy, obviously letting her needy sounds guide him, because finally he settled where she needed him most.

“How’s this?” he asked, pinching her clit, then releasing, finding a quick and steady rhythm that had her catapulting headlong into a blinding orgasm.

“Oh God, Dylan. I’m coming!” She squeezed her legs around him as everything inside her coiled from a tiny ball into a starburst of feeling, taking her higher than she’d ever been. She rode against him, aftershocks pummeling her body until she collapsed, her head against his shoulder, his strong arms around her back.

She’d barely caught her breath when she felt him move.

“Up you go.” He rose with her in his arms. “Your bedroom?” he ground out.

She lifted her head and pointed to the right side of the apartment. “First door down the hall.”

Next thing she knew, he laid her on her bed and began a quick strip out of his clothes. She’d come back to herself enough to realize she’d come, yes, but she was still aching and empty. She wanted him inside her, and if she felt so needy, she could only imagine how frustrated he must be.

She had a quick glimpse of his naked body, tanned, muscular, gorgeous, before he came over her, bracing both arms on either side of her head. “Watching you come? That was the hottest thing ever.”

She grinned. “Ye

ah?”

“Yeah.” He arched his hips, and his thick cock did a slow glide over her sensitive flesh.

She doubted she’d come again, but she wanted to feel him filling her up and watch as he took his pleasure this time.

He gritted his teeth and groaned. “Shit.”

“What?”

“I didn’t want to be presumptuous. I didn’t bring protection. Figured if I did, you’d throw me the hell out.” He dipped his head, his frustration clear. And so cute.

“I have a few in my drawer. It’s not like I need them or use them all the time, but I mean, I just always figured it’s better to be prepared than not … and I’m rambling.”

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Dylan knew he pretty much had blue balls at this point, but he managed a laugh anyway. “I’m not going to complain that you can solve the problem.”

But he was damned glad Olivia didn’t make it a habit of needing them. That old double standard was hell, but it did apply. He wasn’t overly sexually active either, but he’d definitely had his share of women. None since he’d set his sights on Olivia and decided to give her time to adjust to the idea. But did it make him a jackass that he didn’t want to think of her needing condoms with other guys? Probably. Not that he gave a shit.

“Where are they?” he asked.

“My drawer.” She pointed to the nightstand. “But I’ll get it.” She tried to crawl out from under him, but he was too happy with her hot little body beneath his. “Don’t move.”

He reached for the drawer, pulled it open, and the first thing he grabbed wasn’t a condom but a bright pink vibrator.

“And that’s why I wanted to get it. Reach farther back,” she muttered.

An adorable flush stained her cheeks, in addition to the abrasions from his beard. He liked his marks on her, he thought. And he intended to leave more.

He held up the piece of equipment and grinned. “We’ll use this later,” he said and tossed it to the side. He found the condoms, opened one, and rolled it over his aching cock.

“You still ready for me?” He reached down and slid a finger over her bare pussy and through her slick wetness, easing it inside. He nearly exploded from the feel of her tight inner walls gripping his fingers. “Mmm. You are.”