Dare to Touch by Carly Phillips Page A

Actually he’d proven himself such a generous lover last night, she’d had no doubt he’d soothe the building ache.
    He flipped her over and began to slide down, his greedy eyes devouring her, making every negative thought she’d had about her body flee in the wake of his approval.
    His hand gripped her thighs. “Spread for me.”
    Her breath hitched, and she did as he asked, leaving her open and exposed.
    “Who needs breakfast when I have this?” He slid one finger over her sex, parting her lips, then dipped his head and licked her. One long swipe of his tongue, followed by a satisfied moan.
    She trembled, her entire body arching at the intimate touch. “God, Dylan.”
    He ignored her, suckling her clit, and she started a slow climb to ecstasy. He ate at her like a starving man, and she loved the sensations he created as he played her body.
    She writhed beneath him, so close so fast, she began reaching for the climax just out of reach. That’s when he slowed down, and the languorous feelings drained away. “No!”
    “Yes.” He chuckled and teased her clit with the tip of his tongue. “Delayed gratification only makes it better.”
    She couldn’t reply, not when he delicately teased that most sensitive part of her in a way that had her lost and on a fine edge of need. The slightest bit of pressure would set her off, but he seemed determined not to provide it.
    Instead, he slid one finger inside her as he kept up that light, teasing touch.
    She began to pant, to arch her hips, to grab at the sheets and beg. “Dylan, please!”
    “Please what? I want to hear it.”
    A toucher and a talker. She nearly wept at the intensity of the desire that teased her but wouldn’t take her over. “Please make me come. Please!”
    He added another finger, spreading her wider, pumping them in and out, still not letting her fall over. “You’re killing me,” she practically wailed.
    “I’m going to give you the best orgasm you’ve ever had,” he promised, and if the building pressure was any indication, he was right. She just didn’t know how much more teasing she could take.
    “Ready?” he asked, his breath warm and tantalizing against her sex.
    She whimpered in reply. He’d reduced her to a needy mass of nerve endings and raw emotion. Then, suddenly, he curved his fingers inside her, pressing in one spot, then another, hitting exactly the right place, and she moaned, the tremors beginning in earnest. He added his mouth, sucking hard at her clit while thrusting with his fingers, and she screamed. Everything inside her burst open, shooting spiraling heat, and warmth blindsided her in an explosive climax that seemed to go on and on, endlessly perfect.
    And just as she came down, she realized he’d grabbed a condom and thrust inside her quickly. Hard. And deep. He kept driving into her, somehow finding that already sensitized spot that immediately sent her spiraling a second time.
    She didn’t know when she came back to herself. How long had they been lying there catching their breath? She rolled her head and looked at him. A wondrous smile met hers.
    Yeah. She got that. Pretty incredible, she thought.
    “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
    He rose from the bed and strode out of the room still naked. She couldn’t tear her gaze from his strong body, the lean line of his spine, and the grooves above his ass. She hoped her sister didn’t choose that moment to arrive home.
    She laughed at the thought. Avery had wanted her to go for it. To have fun. And she had. A whole lot of fun that made up for a long stretch of deprivation. But even she knew it was more. She and Dylan clicked so well it was scary.
    And just like it always did when she let herself go and be happy, the inevitable comparisons began to form in her head. Was this what her mother had felt when she’d met her father? How long before she’d known things weren’t what they seemed? Because Alex wasn’t that much younger than Ian, which meant her