Dare to Hold by Carly Phillips Page B

problem then.”
    She wrinkled her nose, confused. “Why?”
    “Because rumor has it you’re attracted to bad boys.” He braced his hands on her hips, lifted her up, and placed her on the counter, sliding his big body between her legs.
    A low hum of anticipation took up residence in her belly—and other places.
    “And I want you attracted to only me.”
    “Not much of a problem there,” Meg said, her sex-starved gaze meeting his. “Even after promising myself I’m not going to get involved with any man, I can’t stop wanting you.”

Chapter Four
    “W ell, I want you too, baby.” Relief and blinding arousal assaulted Scott at the same time. The wanting was mutual.
    Talking about his family always got him wired, and his discussion with Meg had been no different, except now he had a willing, gorgeous woman he could lose himself in. And she gazed up at him expectantly, waiting for his next move. She needed release from her own rioting emotions too, and he was only too happy to provide it.
    “Wrap your legs around my waist,” he instructed her.
    She did as told, and he lifted her into his arms and headed back to the bedroom. His pulse pounded hard, increasing with each step. Once inside, he placed her on the bed. From the minute he’d seen her wide-eyed and panicked earlier, he’d felt a primal need to protect. And when she’d turned to him for comfort, he’d wanted to own her and make sure nobody could hurt her again.
    He kicked off his sneakers, removed his socks, then reached down and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside. “I don’t know if I can take it slow,” he warned her.
    Her darkened eyes followed his every movement. “And I don’t want you to. I told you once before, I’m not fragile.”
    She lifted her shirt and threw it the way his had gone, leaving her bare on top, no bra, revealing plump breasts, pink nipples taut and ripe, begging for his lips, his mouth. His teeth.
    He hissed out a slow breath, unbuttoning his jeans and shucking them quickly. When he glanced back, she was shimmying out of her sweats, pulling her panties off along with them. She added them to the pile on the floor.
    Then he glanced down and took her in—beautiful woman, all glowing skin and flushed cheeks.
    “Look what you do to me.” He took himself in hand and ran his palm up and down the painfully hard length.
    “I am.” She pushed herself backward and leaned against the headboard. Her legs were parted, giving him a good look at her glistening pussy. He groaned and pumped his shaft harder.
    With an intoxicating smile, she crooked a finger his way. “Come here and let me take care of you.”
    He shook his head. Much as he wanted those gorgeous lips around his cock, he needed his mouth on her, needed to taste her.
    “Not this time.” He wrapped his hands around her ankles and pulled her toward the edge of the mattress.
    “Aaah!” She shrieked in shock. As she realized his plan, she glanced up at him with dark eyes full of desire and need.
    He grasped her thighs and pushed her legs apart, kneeling between them.
    “Oh my God.”
    He chuckled, deliberately blowing warm breath on her soft, damp folds.
    “Scott—”
    He cut off her words with a long swipe of his tongue, and a shuddering moan escaped her throat, causing him to begin teasing her pussy in earnest. He licked her bare outer lips, working his way inward, sliding his tongue up and down, all over her sex, everywhere except the tight bud that needed his attention the most.
    She bucked beneath him, writhing, groaning, cursing, and begging him to make her come. He enjoyed her like this, open to him, vocal, and willing to express what she needed. Because that was his mission, to satisfy her in every possible way.
    But before he slid inside her tight, hot sex and found his own release—something that would happen way too fast once he felt her slick walls cushioning his cock—he wanted her mindless and crazy, so he kept up his sensual assault