Dare to Submit by Carly Phillips Page B

truth about herself, and maybe that was part of her appeal. He recognized her vulnerability because it ran deep inside him too. She feared she couldn’t be loved as is. He feared love because it meant he could be left and shattered again. With every minute that passed, he was afraid it was too late to halt the inevitable.
    Once he parked, he woke Amanda and kept her close as he guided her up to his apartment. An older couple joined them in the elevator, and he clenched his jaw during the slow ride up, placing Amanda in front of him, blocking any view of his obvious erection. It hurt like hell, his cock pressed hard and ready against the confining denim.
    The moment his apartment door closed behind him, Decklan’s control snapped. He lifted Amanda and settled her on the heavy oak dining room table.
    “Something tells me this isn’t the intended use of furniture,” she said, a sexy grin lifting her lips.
    He shrugged. “I don’t know about that. It’s for eating, isn’t it?” He lifted her skirt and slid her toward him, parting and holding her thighs open with both hands.
    Her glistening pussy lips beckoned, and he leaned down, treating himself to a thorough lick of her delicious juices.
    A shudder shook her frame. “Oh Decklan.”
    The sound of his name was hell on his restraint, but he managed to hang on. She arched her hips toward his mouth, and he nibbled at her, teasing, tasting, biting, bringing her to the brink before deliberately stopping.
    “Please, no. Don’t stop,” she practically wailed, her body trembling beneath him as she fought against his firm grip on her legs.
    He nuzzled her thighs with his nose and mouth, then released her long enough to pull a condom from his pocket. He unzipped his jeans and shed them in one smooth shove down his legs. He covered himself quickly and grasped her legs once more. A low, shuddering sound escaped her throat, impaling him with a deep sense of satisfaction.
    Because he liked holding on to her, he realized. Though he enjoyed the power he possessed, it wasn’t the same sense of control he normally sought. This was a different kind of satisfaction. One that came from knowing she craved his touch, craved him as much as he did her.
    It was mutual. And that mattered to him for the first time. The urge to thrust into her was strong, but so was the unusual urge to tease, play, and please her again. He grasped his cock in one hand and ran the length along her wet, needy sex.
    She sucked in a shallow breath. Her body bucked on the table. He didn’t let up, teasing her clit, gliding his hard erection over and over the tiny bud that gave so much pleasure.
    “You like that?” he asked.
    She moaned a reply.
    He chuckled through gritted teeth and circled his cock over her damp mound, pushing himself down harder, deliberately stimulating her to the point of no return. She slapped her hands against the tabletop, her back arched, her body convulsing, as low groans accompanied her climax.
    He had her just where he wanted her, lost to sensation, but waited until the tremors ebbed before parting her sex with his fingertips and pressing the head of his cock home. She was slick and ready for him yet still tight. He slid out and pressed in once more, feeling the drag and pull as he plunged in, his body snug and buried inside her.
    He glanced down, taking in the sight of her gripping and holding him. “Look.”
    She pushed onto her elbows. Glanced down, her chocolate eyes full of need.
    “So fucking good, right? Watch us.” He slid out slowly, his cock damp with her arousal, then thrust back. In. Out. In. Out.
    “God, Decklan. I feel all of you.” She bent her knees, bracing her feet against the table, sighing in pleasure as the move sucked him in deeper.
    Shit, she undid him. His emotions raw, his body on fire, the time for play was over.
    “Hang on, baby.” He gripped her hips and hammered into her, her body sliding on the table, only his hands keeping her in place.
    If he