Free Dare to Love by Carly Phillips Page A

palm. Though she ought to keep an eye on his face to see if he woke, she couldn’t tear her gaze from the sight of her small hand wrapped around him.
    She slid her hand up to the head, down to the bottom, and up again, and was rewarded to see moisture seep from the top. She leaned down and licked him. His hips flexed, and she opened her mouth, enclosing him inside. She knew he was big from the soreness between her thighs this morning, and trying to take him completely was a challenge.
    One she welcomed. She was nothing if not determined, and she moistened his length as best she could, licking him up and down then using her hand for better friction. She picked up a rhythm she liked, and apparently so did he because he let out a low, shuddering groan.
    She peeked up at him without releasing him from her mouth. His head was propped on pillows, eyes dark and glittering as he watched her. She trembled at the sexy sight and bent back to her task, taking him as deeply as she could, twisting with her wrist, licking with her tongue, and deliberately teasing the round head.
    He thrust upward, causing him to hit the back of her throat, and she gagged but managed to breathe through her nose and keep up with his sudden take-over. She shouldn’t be surprised, she thought, as he began to pump into her mouth with a steady rhythm.
    Deep, sexy sounds came from him and sent her body into a full state of arousal.
    Unable to take it, she slid her free hand down to her clit and stroked her wet flesh, needing more pressure than she was able to give herself if she wanted to come. And she did, badly.
    So did he, his thrusting getting harder and faster, and she wanted his release to happen in her mouth, to know she could cause this tightly controlled man to unravel. Her finger worked her clit harder.
    Without warning, he reared up, grasped her beneath her arms and flipped her onto her back, looming over her. His hair was mussed, razor stubble added a rakish air to his face, and the effect was even more potent than when he came at her in businessman mode. And his damp, hot erection pulsed against her stomach.
    “What are you doing?” he asked in a gruff voice.
    “You don’t know? And here I thought you had so much more experience than me,” she said, feeling irreverent but also ready.
    His eyes darkened. “Funny.”
    “Let me finish.”
    “Not if you make yourself come. Your orgasms belong to me.”
    At his words, her nipples hardened, and moisture trickled between her thighs. She swallowed back a moan. “So what do you suggest?” she asked, unwilling to forgo her own pleasure just because he said so.
    A grin passed his lips. Next thing she knew, he’d rolled her to her side while he flipped positions. He lay propped on one elbow, his face level with her needy sex while his erection protruded from his thighs, inches from her mouth.
    “Oh God.” This position was so…intimate.
    Without giving her time to think, he leaned in and licked her clit. She shuddered and arched her lower body toward him. As if reading her mind, he grasped her waist and buried his face between her thighs. His breath was warm, his tongue wicked and so talented as he began to tease her, tempt her, and make her feel like she was losing her mind.
    It would be so easy to shut her eyes and just take, but that wasn’t what she wanted. She’d started this needing to dominate him in some way, and she intended to hang on to her sanity long enough to wrest some of his precious control away from him.
    She held him, opened her mouth, and took his erection again, wrapping her lips tighter around him and pulling him deep, using as much suction as she could to work him into as much of a frenzy as he was doing to her.
    He’d gone from lapping at her like she was the tastiest treat to teasing her clit, pressing hard, suckling the hard nub with tongue and teeth. She bucked against his mouth, and he clutched her hips in an almost brutal grip, holding her in place as his tongue slid