Page 20 of Dare to Love

Her sex clenched, moisture soaking her panties.

“So damned hot,” he muttered, staring.

She felt awkward standing before him half-dressed, her hands pressed against the wall, waiting for him to make the next move. The urge to touch him, to participate, to undress him and see his magnificent body was strong.

Just as she was about to move, his words from earlier came back to her.I expect you to give yourself over to me completely in bed. To do as I say without hesitation or question.

So as his eyes dilated with approval, she let him look his fill. And as he did, his erection grew larger, thicker. She did that to him, and the knowledge empowered her, allowing her to remain still and in place.

“I’ve dreamed about the way you might taste. Are you sweet, Riley?” he asked, his voice gruff and sexy.

Her lips parted, but no words came out. She didn’t think he expected an answer, not that she could provide one.

He reached out, pushing the cup of her bra beneath her breast, and tweaked her nipple, beginning a steady massage of one breast that felt so good she arched, pushing herself into his hand.

His touch was molten, branding her, and when he twisted her nipple, her sex pulsed with need, and dampness soaked her even more. Her breath came in short pants, and she squirmed in place, trying to squeeze her legs together to alleviate the empty, aching neediness he effortlessly created.

“No,” he said in a sharp tone that had her obeying while the throbbing in her clit intensified. “I told you not to move, and when you come, you’re going to know it’s me who brought you there.”

A moan escaped her lips, and she flushed in embarrassment.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he said, his hands moving to her other breast, giving it the same diligent treatment, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, watching her face as her hips bucked forward.

“I think it’s time I find out if you taste as good as I imagined.” He leaned down and sucked one distended nipple into his mouth.

Stars exploded in front of her eyes, and the ragged sound that escaped from her throat surprised even her. “Ian, please,” she begged, gripping his arm in her hand.

“Back in place,” he snapped, and her hands immediately hit the wall once more.

She wanted to touch him, hoped he’d allow her later. For now? He’d barely played with her breasts, and already she knew she’d do anything he demanded if only he’d give her the orgasm she desperately needed.

“Good girl,” he said, turning his attention to her next breast. “Is this what you need?” He bit gently on her nipple, and a full-body tremor shook her so hard, she was surprised her knees didn’t give way.

“Holy shit,” she muttered, eliciting a dark laugh from him before he licked around the throbbing peak.

“I have a question,” she managed to ask.

He stroked her cheek with one hand, his touch so gentle and caring he took her breath away. “Ask away.”

“Do I?”

“Do you what?” Ian asked, surprised by the hesitancy in her tone.

She swallowed, the muscles in her neck moving up and down, making Ian want to growl and mark her there. Something about this woman called to his deepest protective instincts. For all her bravado and independence, there was an innocence inside her that provided a counterbalance to his more jaded personality. From the minute he’d mentioned her giving him control in bed, her blue eyes had dilated and darkened with a need that matched the desire pulsing inside his veins. He’d known she would be the perfect counterpoint to his subtle need for control.

Looking at her now, dark curls wild around her face and shoulders, lips damp from his kisses, eyes wide with wonder, instinct told him he was right.

“You can ask me anything,” he assured her.

“Do I taste as good as you thought?”

That one question nearly brought him to his knees. He swept her into his arms and headed for the bedroom, depositing her squarely in the middle of his king-sized four-poster bed.

He came down over her, his arms bracketing her surprised face, and pressed a hard, hot kiss over her lips. “You.” He kissed her again, more thoroughly this time. “Taste.” He delved deeper, sweeping his tongue throughout her luscious, hot mouth. “So fucking good.”

She moaned and wrapped herself around his neck, holding him close. And though normally he’d push back and take charge, her arms around him felt too good to worry about maintaining control and distance. He kissed her back, all the while maneuvering his fingers beneath her skirt and panties, pushing the garments down her hips and thighs, until she edged away so she could get rid of the damned annoying barrier herself.

Then he was facing heaven. Her almost-bare pussy, damp with her arousal, beckoned. He leaned in closer, breathing in her heated, feminine scent.