Page 37 of Dare to Love

He was right, not that she’d admit it. “Today wasn’t about me.” And she wasn’t in the mood to revisit her childhood when she’d just gotten him beyond his, at least for now.

“That’s a nonanswer.” He braced his hands on her waist, seemingly more himself.

“I don’t want to dig into my past right now. Okay?”

His gaze sharpened. “What happened earlier had to do with your past?”

She hadn’t meant to reveal even that much. Seeking a distraction, she ground down on his hard length, moaning when the sensations rushed through her, delicious waves of yearning that precipitated the building of a fast orgasm.

His fingers pressed deeper into her flesh, and her flimsy, lace panties grew wetter. Heat spread from her core to every part of her being.

“I will get to know you,” he said, his words a definite warning.

Maybe so, but not right now. She slid her body away from his so there was enough space to give her room to ease her hand into the elastic waist of his pants and brush the head of his cock.

His erection jerked against her hand.

“Commando?” she asked, the very thought sending heat spiraling through her.

He shrugged, as if his lack of underwear were an everyday occurrence. “I sleep nude. Might as well make life as easy as possible.”

“I can’t say I mind.” She eased her fingers deeper so she could wrap them around his velvety, thick penis.

His hips bucked, his gaze darkened, and his erection grew even more solid beneath the firm grip of her hand. Knowing she could wreak havoc with his control caused a rush of pleasure to storm her senses. Her breasts throbbed with the need to be touched, but this wasn’t about her.

She wanted to take his mind off his family’s rejection. Make him feel better. Just make himfeel.

She pulled his shirt up and off then leaned forward, placing her hands on his chest. She breathed in his heady, masculine scent, wet her lips, then licked one firm nipple. The salty taste inflamed her senses, and she wanted more.

He shuddered and groaned. Encouraged, she ran her tongue around and around the rigid peak, losing herself in everything that was Ian. His hair-roughened chest beneath her palm, his hot skin, and his incredible taste had her shifting her lower body, but there was no relief to be found. Only building desire.

Instinct had her wanting to bite, and she nipped him with her teeth.

“Holy shit.”

His fingers bit into her waist, and the edge of pain heightened her desire. Tightening her grip, she pumped her hand up and down his shaft. His cock thrust upward, and precum moistened her palm. He groaned, and with her lips still against his chest, his big body trembled.

“You feel so good in my hand. So hot and thick. So ready to come.”

“I’m not going to let you play much longer,” he warned her.

“You will,” she said, squeezing his cock in her hand. “Want to know why?” She looked into his handsome face.

“Why?” he asked, his expression a mix of pleasure and pain.

“Because I’m asking you nicely.”

He slid his hand into her hair, another warning his willing lack of control was coming to an end.

“Please let me make you feel good.” She peppered soft kisses over his delicious skin, moving lower until her mouth hit the top of his pants.

She slid to the floor. “Please,” she asked again, hooking her hands into his waistband and urging him to help her tug his pants down and off.

He met her gaze, and the turmoil she saw almost had her giving in, but she wanted this. Wanted to see this big, strong man give over to her this one time.

“You have control issues.” She pinned him with what she hoped was her most serious gaze.

“That goes without saying.”

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