Dare to Touch (6 page)

“Damn, baby, those are gorgeous breasts.”

She blinked in surprise. “The bra’s pretty incredible.” She didn’t want him to be disappointed later.

He cocked an eyebrow. “Really? Because I’m kinda liking
them
.” He leaned down and pressed a light kiss to each mound overflowing its cup.

She trembled at his awe and quivered when his warm breath hit her skin.

He reached behind her and, with more dexterity than she wanted to think about, unhooked her bra and sent it the way of her dress.

Nearly nude while he was clothed, she felt completely wanton and a lot embarrassed.

“Stop thinking and go back to feeling.” He tweaked her nipple and she moaned.

His big hands came back to her hips and encouraged her to begin rocking against him once more. Those glorious waves began to fill her again, and her embarrassment fled. Once she established a rhythm, he left her to it and refocused on her breasts. Each hand played with her at once, his fingers rubbing and tweaking, rolling and playing with her nipples. The alternate stinging pain and soothing touches combined to set her on fire.

She locked her hands around his neck and rolled her hips, amazed at the intensity of the sensations. A part of her understood it was this man—his touch, his interest, his awe in her body—that enabled her to let go. A distant part that would have let the emotional fear back in if she weren’t so far gone.

But she couldn’t stop reaching for the climax that was so close she could practically feel it. Sounds she’d never made before escaped her throat as she ground herself down on his cock. Suddenly his warm hand reached down, his fingers sliding beneath her underwear to glide over her clit.

Sensation shot through her, and she whimpered out loud. “Dylan, please.”

“Anything you want, sunshine.” He glided his fingers back and forth over her pussy, obviously letting her needy sounds guide him, because finally he settled where she needed him most.

“How’s this?” he asked, pinching her clit, then releasing, finding a quick and steady rhythm that had her catapulting headlong into a blinding orgasm.

“Oh God, Dylan. I’m coming!” She squeezed her legs around him as everything inside her coiled from a tiny ball into a starburst of feeling, taking her higher than she’d ever been. She rode against him, aftershocks pummeling her body until she collapsed, her head against his shoulder, his strong arms around her back.

She’d barely caught her breath when she felt him move.

“Up you go.” He rose with her in his arms. “Your bedroom?” he ground out.

She lifted her head and pointed to the right side of the apartment. “First door down the hall.”

Next thing she knew, he laid her on her bed and began a quick strip out of his clothes. She’d come back to herself enough to realize she’d come, yes, but she was still aching and empty. She wanted him inside her, and if she felt so needy, she could only imagine how frustrated he must be.

She had a quick glimpse of his naked body, tanned, muscular, gorgeous, before he came over her, bracing both arms on either side of her head. “Watching you come? That was the hottest thing ever.”

She grinned. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He arched his hips, and his thick cock did a slow glide over her sensitive flesh.

She doubted she’d come again, but she wanted to feel him filling her up and watch as he took his pleasure this time.

He gritted his teeth and groaned. “Shit.”

“What?”

“I didn’t want to be presumptuous. I didn’t bring protection. Figured if I did, you’d throw me the hell out.” He dipped his head, his frustration clear. And so cute.

“I have a few in my drawer. It’s not like I need them or use them all the time, but I mean, I just always figured it’s better to be prepared than not … and I’m rambling.”

*     *     *

Dylan knew he pretty much had blue balls at this point, but he managed a laugh anyway. “I’m not going to complain that you can solve the problem.”

But he was damned glad Olivia didn’t make it a habit of needing them. That old double standard was hell, but it did apply. He wasn’t overly sexually active either, but he’d definitely had his share of women. None since he’d set his sights on Olivia and decided to give her time to adjust to the idea. But did it make him a jackass that he didn’t want to think of her needing condoms with other guys? Probably. Not that he gave a shit.

“Where are they?” he asked.

“My drawer.” She pointed to the nightstand. “But I’ll get it.” She tried to crawl out from under him, but he was too happy with her hot little body beneath his. “Don’t move.”

He reached for the drawer, pulled it open, and the first thing he grabbed wasn’t a condom but a bright pink vibrator.

“And that’s why
I
wanted to get it. Reach farther back,” she muttered.

An adorable flush stained her cheeks, in addition to the abrasions from his beard. He liked his marks on her, he thought. And he intended to leave more.

He held up the piece of equipment and grinned. “We’ll use this later,” he said and tossed it to the side. He found the condoms, opened one, and rolled it over his aching cock.

“You still ready for me?” He reached down and slid a finger over her bare pussy and through her slick wetness, easing it inside. He nearly exploded from the feel of her tight inner walls gripping his fingers. “Mmm. You are.”

He glanced down. Big, desire-filled eyes gazed up at him as her hips arched, trying to hold his finger inside her.

He chuckled at her eagerness. “No way, sunshine. Next time you come, it’s going to be around my cock, not my finger.”

She blushed as he poised at her entrance.

Taking the cue from both the condom comments and how tight she’d been, he held on to his desire to slam into her. “Has it been a long time for you?” he asked.

She bit down on her lower lip and nodded. “Awhile.”

He was pleased as hell with that answer. “We’ll go slow,” he said and nudged the head of his cock inside. Holy shit, she was tight. His balls were so heavy they hurt, and he needed to thrust.

A low moan escaped her lips, and he counted to five in his head, then, still holding back, he pulled out and slid back in farther. “Still with me?”

“Oh yeah.” She arched up, taking him a fraction more. “I’m not fragile, Dylan. I won’t break.”

But he didn’t want to hurt her and have her end up with regrets either. He eased out, and when she bent her knees, he thrust all the way in deep.

She raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist. That was all he needed to lose it. He pumped into her with slow, steady thrusts she met with soft groans that told him he was hitting all the right spots. Lord knew she was doing it for him.

“Damn, sunshine, you are so fucking wet and hot around me.” He accentuated his words with a deep thrust.

“Harder,” she said, digging her fingers into his shoulders. “I swear you won’t hurt me.”

The sting of her fingernails and the plea in her words had him slamming into her hard and fast. All sense of time and place disappeared. The sound of the headboard hitting the wall and the creak of the bed echoed in his ears along with her cries and his own guttural groans.

He kissed her quickly because he needed to breathe, and his climax was rushing at him fast. “Not coming without you,” he told her, pushing up on his hands and angling his next thrust so he hit a spot that had her screaming out loud.

“Oh God, that’s it, Dylan. I’m so close.”

He grunted and slammed into her again, aiming for the same angle as he rolled his pelvis over her sex. Her inner walls gripped him, her nails dug into his skin, and she cried out his name as she came. Her climax around his cock had him swearing and his balls rising and tightening, his own orgasm hitting without warning. Pleasure like he’d never felt before ripped through him, and he kept jerking his hips, gliding into her until he collapsed on top of her.

He wondered how he was still breathing. Because he’d nearly blacked out from the pure ecstasy he’d found inside her body. Somehow he managed to roll off before he hurt her, shocked when she groaned as he slipped out of her body.

“God, I think I passed out,” she muttered. “It was that good.”

He burst out laughing at her description. “Gotta say, it was spectacular.” Beyond, he thought, as he rid himself of the condom, wrapping it in a tissue from her nightstand and putting it aside to dispose of later.

He pulled her into his arms and waited for his breathing to return to normal. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“God no,” she murmured.

“Okay then.”

“Okay.”

She rolled onto her back, and he propped himself up so he could look into her eyes. “Are you leaving?” she asked.

Hell no, he thought. “You thinking of kicking me out?”

She pursed her lips as if she were actually considering it, and his damned heart nearly stopped in his chest.

“I didn’t let you break down my walls so you could eat, sleep, and leave.”

The wariness was back in her gaze, and he didn’t know if she was more worried that he’d leave … or that he might actually want to stay.

“I don’t plan on going anywhere.”

“Okay then.” She nibbled on her lower lip. “Want to shower?”

He grinned. “You mean, do I want to clean up so we can get all dirty again? You bet.” Without giving her a chance to think again, he rose and pulled her out of bed, letting her lead the way to the bathroom.

He stared at the slender column of her back and that perfect ass, unable to believe he’d made this much progress. He should have pushed the point much sooner. Because sliding into the warm cushion of her body felt right in more ways than sex felt good. Like she was made to fit around him. It’d been better than he’d imagined, and he’d jerked off to thoughts of her often. But this wasn’t jerking off. It wasn’t just sex. It was something good and well worth the effort he’d had to put into pursuing.

Chapter Four

O
livia’s phone alarm woke her up for work as usual. She fumbled a bit before managing to shut it off, then rolled back, her arm hitting a solid object. Last night came back to her in vivid detail, her body acknowledging every erotic act flashing through her mind.

Suddenly she was hot and bothered, her body achy and warm. Sex, more sex, a hot shower in which they’d soaped each other up and rinsed each other off, only to indulge in yet more sex beneath the running water. Of course, that meant they’d created a wet trail to her bedroom so they could get to the condoms, but it had been worth it.

After rinsing off again under cool water, they’d fallen into bed, and apparently they’d both crashed hard. Because now it was morning.

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d woken up with a man in her bed. Then again, she couldn’t remember the last time any guy had pursued her with such single-minded determination either.

She didn’t feel like she’d given in. She felt like they’d started something that, just maybe, she could let herself believe in. A big male arm reached out and snagged her waist. Dylan dragged her beneath him, and she realized he was already erect. Apparently there was truth to the rumors men woke up that way. She let out an inadvertent giggle.

“What’s so funny?” He propped himself up so as not to squish her.

“Nothing. I’m just amusing myself.”

He smoothed her eyebrows with his fingertips, and she sighed at the light stroke. Something she realized about Dylan, he was a toucher. Something she was learning about herself, she liked to be touched by him.

“And you won’t share?” he asked.

She grinned. “Nope.” Some things a girl had to keep to herself.

She felt lighter this morning than she had in a while. Fighting their attraction, fighting
him
, had been wearing on her. She looked him over. In the early morning, he had sexy scruff around his goatee, and his heavy-lidded eyes seemed to devour her, and moisture trickled down her naked thighs. Acting on impulse, she reached for his erection and glided her hand up and down the velvety length.

He groaned and arched into her grip. “Don’t tease me,” he warned her.

“Not teasing,” she promised and tossed the covers off them, easing down his body until she was facing that massive part of him that was apparently wide awake and ready for her. “We have to get to work, so we’ll have to move it along,” she said, then swiped her tongue over the head.

He let out a rough groan. “Oh man. You do not have to—”

“I want to.” She cut him off with her words and punctuated her statement by pulling him into her mouth. He tasted like musk and man with a hint of salty flavor, and she hummed her approval, causing him to thrust his hips up, sending his length deeper.

Her eyes watered, but she wasn’t giving up until she’d accomplished her goal, making him feel as good as he’d made her feel all last night.

“Sorry, baby,” he said, tangling his fingers in her hair and tugging the long strands as she began to lick him slowly and steadily.

She slid her lips up and down his shaft, taking time to tease the sensitive spot beneath the tip before gliding down once more.

Soon he was pumping his hips up and down in time to her rhythm. She added her hands to the base, tightening her grip around his moist length, adding pressure along with the suction caused by her mouth.