Free Dare to Love by Carly Phillips

his arms and lowered his head, wrapping his mouth around one of her luscious nipples and teasing her until she began to writhe and moan beneath him.
    “Oh my God, I think I’m going to—” She cried out and rolled against him, her orgasm crashing over her from the suction of him suckling on her breast.
    She was even more slippery now and completely ready, and he began a steady pumping of his hips, taking her hard and fast. She writhed against him, her climax seeming to never end, or maybe she’d just peaked again.
    He only knew he’d never had this depth of want or need. He had to have her, take her, own all of her, and he did, with a hard thrust of his cock in her warm flesh, pushing deeper each time he pulled out then slid back inside.
    “Ian!”
    The sound of his name inflamed his desire.
    Need, want, and something very much like emotion overloaded inside him. He took her with deliberate near-punishing thrusts that she accepted and matched by arching her hips in time to his. It didn’t take long; he’d been close since watching her come so many times. His balls drew up tight, and the sudden explosion detonated inside him as he came harder than ever before. He continued to jerk against her until he had no energy left. No thoughts, nothing.
    He collapsed on top of her, his body soaking in sweat, hers damp beneath him. Their ragged breathing was the only sound echoing in his ears when reality came back to him. He’d taken her like a man possessed, never stopping to ask if she was okay.
    Cursing himself, he reached up and loosened the bindings, slowly lowering her arms and massaging her gently. “Okay?” he managed to ask.
    “Mmm,” was her only reply.
    He made sure she could easily lower her arms and was comfortable before wrapping himself around her and cocooning her in warmth. Not something he usually did, but then again, his typical woman knew he wasn’t spending the night in her apartment, and he’d never brought a woman here before.
    Time passed, and she breathed easier in his embrace, where, he realized, he liked holding her. His heart beat harder inside his chest. It wasn’t good for him to want so much from someone not in his immediate family. He knew this. The outside world tended to disappoint. Hell, his own blood had let him down.
    But he couldn’t help needing her beside him, at least for now, and that meant making sure that she didn’t wake up, remember that he’d tied her up and taken her hard, and get angry and upset. Better to know how she was feeling about things now.
    “Riley?”
    “Tired,” she murmured and snuggled closer, not farther away.
    Her lush body pressed against him, making him hard all over again, so he counted down from one hundred, trying to sleep as she was obviously doing, breathing easily beside him.
    Ian groaned, resigned to a long, sleepless night.

SIX
    S unlight woke Riley, the bright light on her face unusual when she normally pulled her shades shut before going to bed. She blinked, felt a hard body wrapped around her, realized she was nude, and last night came flooding back in stark, erotic detail. Her independent nature ought to be horrified at how Ian had dominated her, directed every movement up through when she could come, and yet the very thought had her sex pulsing with need.
    Needing to see him, she rolled over and stared at his handsome face, so much more relaxed in sleep. She wondered what made him need to control every part of his life, including sex, as much as she wondered why she’d liked it so much. She wriggled backwards, and his hot, thick erection nudged her behind.
    She held herself still and waited, but he didn’t seem to wake up. She grinned and decided that while he slept, she could do a little dominating of her own.
    He seemed to be a heavy sleeper, and she took advantage, slowly pulling the covers off and scooting lower. She cupped her hand around his already-hard erection, marveling in the smooth feel of his thick length, pulsing in her