Dare to Touch (Dare to Love 3)

“My pleasure.” She slid them down his legs, and he shook them off.

Then Olivia climbed back on top, her knees on either side of his hips, her sex poised over his cock.

“Wait,” he managed to grit out.

Her beautiful eyes met his, her lids heavy with desire. “Why?”

“I want you to look at me when you slide down over my cock.”

Her lips parted softly. “Oh.”

He didn’t want this over fast. He wanted her to know how he felt, and he didn’t want her to be able to avoid what was between them.

“You wanted to be in charge,” he reminded her. “What are you waiting for?” He raised his hips, nudging the blunt head of his cock against her sex.

She moaned and released her leg muscles, gliding downward and cushioning him in wet heat until she was seated completely.

Fucking heaven.

He drew a deep breath and had to remind himself of his own words. He met her gaze. In her eyes, he saw the same overwhelming emotion slamming him inside and out.

Dylan’s heart beat hard in his chest. “Take my hands,” he said, watching as she clasped her smaller fingers around his, her eyes wide and locked on him.

She raised herself up and down, finding her rhythm and milking him with every move. He lifted his hips, grinding against her and thrusting up every time their bodies met. He might not have wanted fast, but that’s what he was getting, and he didn’t care. Not since she was right there with him. Soon, her pumping motion changed, and she locked her legs around him, grinding her pelvis into his.

“Oh, Dylan. Oh God.” She squeezed his hands so tight he was sure the blood flow stopped completely.

“That’s it, sunshine. I’m with you.”

His world narrowed to where their bodies connected and how she held on to his gaze. A buzz reverberated in his head, and wave after wave of ecstasy threatened to take him over. He was going to come, but damned if she wasn’t going with him. He released his grip on her hand and reached down, pressing against her clit with his finger.

Her silken walls contracted around him even tighter than before.

She moaned loudly. “Dylan, I’m coming!”

Her words along with the look in her eyes did him in, and he began thrusting upward until he exploded inside her, his hot come pumping out of him as he came hard, feeling more connected to Olivia than ever.

* * *

Olivia finally caught her breath after the incredible orgasm that had sent her soaring to heights she’d never felt before. That was Dylan. Each time with him was better than the last. She rolled to her side, and Dylan pulled her back against him, cushioning her in warmth.

“Today scared the shit out of me,” he said, whispering into her hair.

She nodded. “Me too.”

“Wendell had that gun shoved in your ribs, not mine.” He squeezed her tighter, as if he was afraid if he let her go, he’d lose her.

She swallowed hard. “But he was going to shoot you first.”

Dylan flipped her over and faced her, one arm propping his head up. She looked into his handsome face, the goatee that was so much a part of him, those dark eyes and tanned skin, and her heart flipped over.

“I nearly lost you today, Liv. And that is not okay.”

The intensity in his voice shook her to her very soul. “I know but—”

“No buts.” He tapped her nose. “I nearly lost you today, and that is not okay because I love you.”

All the oxygen departed from her brain, leaving her lightheaded and dizzy. It was one thing for her to think it, another thing for him to say it. “Dylan—”