Dare to Touch (Dare to Love 3)

“Enough,” he said roughly. “If you touch me again, I’m going to embarrass myself,” he said, needing to explain.

“I like that I can get you as hot as you get me.” She grasped his cock once more.

He groaned and took control, bracing his hands on either side of her, poised for entry, her hand still gripping him, harder now.

He slid the head over her clit, and she moaned loudly. He didn’t stop her this time.

“I can’t wait,” he said, teeth clenched.

“Then don’t.”

He pushed himself inside her, finding her hot and wet for him. Once assured she was ready, he thrust all the way home and stilled. “You feel so fucking good.”

He glided out, her hot pussy gripping him every step of the way. “Bend your knees.”

She did as he asked, and that gave him more room to move, allowed him to press deeper with each successive thrust.

“Oh God.” She whimpered and met him thrust for thrust. “Harder. I need you to fuck me harder.”

He loved when she let go of her inhibitions and fears, when she was just his. He had no problem giving her what she needed.

They sought their climax together; every slam of his hips was accompanied by her increasingly loud but muffled cries. He lost track of time and place, his entire being focused on the woman writhing beneath him. She sucked him into her body and cushioned him in heat until his orgasm loomed large. His spine tingled, his balls drew up

tight, almost painfully as he thrust deep, and she shattered.

“Dylan!” She arched into him, and he managed to hold off his own climax while she rode out her own. Her sex ground against him until she took him along with her for the ride.

Chapter Seven

Olivia woke up in the big bed in the suite she shared with Dylan. She recalled their evening and how he’d carried her back to the room, ignoring the catcalls and whistles of people as they’d walked. Honestly, she’d been so exhausted she hadn’t cared.

She rolled onto her back to find his dark eyes watching her.

“Everything good?” he asked.

She didn’t blame him. She had a tendency to pull away, but she had no intention of doing so this morning. “I’m good.” She crawled closer. “Very, very good.”

She was sore in the best possible ways, a gorgeous man had gone out of his way to make her night special, and to make sure she’d come quite a few times… Yeah, she was more than good!

He smiled in obvious relief.

“So what’s on today’s agenda?” she asked.

“We have the day free. Breakfast?”

She nodded. They ended up sharing a shower, which delayed getting to breakfast, because Dylan’s definition of getting clean involved a whole lot of getting dirty first. With the hot water streaming over them and her arms braced against the wall, he still managed to snag a condom and to take her from behind, filling her up and giving her another experience she’d never forget.

By the time they walked through the lobby for breakfast, it was almost ten thirty a.m. On the way to the restaurant, she caught sight of Big sprinting across the open area toward the front door.

“Marcus!” Dylan called out.

The other man stopped at the sound of his name. He turned and caught her gaze, immediately looking away.

They strode up to him together.

“Where’s the fire?” Dylan asked him.

“Huh?”