Page 35 of Dare to Surrender (NY Dares 1)
My eyes opened wide—both at his words and the warmth gushing between my thighs.
“You like the idea,” he said, trailing a finger through my sex and the moisture there.
I moaned at the slick touch that wasn’t enough to satisfy the ache.
“What’s going on in that head of yours that you can’t be in the moment?”
I stared up at the ceiling, unable to face him. “It’s just … you’re you, and I’m the woman who couldn’t satisfy—”
“The asshole who has no place in this bedroom,” he said harshly. “Trust me, you wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want you. You’re beautiful. Perfect.” His admiring tone couldn’t be anything but real. He slid a hand over my stomach and left his palm there. “You’re round where you should be, soft where I need you to be. And I don’t want you worrying about it again.”
“Yes, sir,” I said jokingly. I’d have saluted if my hands were free.
His eyes merely darkened, and his lips came down hard on mine.
I sighed into his mouth and reveled in the possessive kiss, his tongue swirling around, owning every inch of the deep recesses of my mouth. He tasted dark and sexy, like Gabe, the man who’d spoiled me for any other man. He knew how to kiss, and as much as I could do it for hours with him, my body was protesting the lack of touch, arching up off the bed without my permission.
He gripped my hips, holding me down. He trailed his lips from one side of my mouth to the other, then slid them downward, easing over my jaw, where he paused to inhale, much as I’d done to him.
“God, you smell good.” He continued down until his gorgeous face was between my breasts, where he pressed a kiss against my sternum, his lips hovering over my skin. My body buzzed with anticipation. Finally, his big hands cupped one breast, raising it so he could lick at my nipple, teasing, suckling, his light touch at odds with the strong way he held my breast, his fingertips digging into my soft flesh. Such a contradiction, the bite of his fingers and light thrash of his tongue. The sensations were almost too much to bear, moisture pooling between my thighs, my clit pulsing with need.
Yeah, that took care of the thinking problem. All I could do was feel. He worked one breast thoroughly before moving to the other, his warm mouth and talented teeth and tongue arousing me to the point of insanity.
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I thrashed on the bed, needing him to fill me, needing to come. “Please,” I moaned, pulling at my bindings, my hips rising in a plea of their own.
“Please what, kitten?”
My entire body trembled at the endearment. “Please make me come.”
He covered my pussy with his full hand. Warm heat suffused me at his possessive touch. “How? Tell me what you need.”
“You.” I arched my hips, and he slid one finger inside. “I need you.” In and out, he teased me, but it wasn’t quite enough. “More.”
“Like this?” He added a second finger to the first. Hooked his fingers forward, hitting my sweet spot.
“Oh yes.” He pumped in and out, but it still wasn’t enough. “No. More.” Tears filled my eyes, the begging so out of character for me it was hard to do. It hurt to ask for anything when I usually got so little from people in return.
He met my gaze, brushing my hair from my eyes. “Shh. I’m going to take care of you.” He slid down my body until I felt his harsh breath over my sex.
This time, he didn’t make me ask or beg, he simply drew me into his warm, delicious mouth. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to him, the hot glide of his tongue over my sensitive folds, the thorough way he ate at me like he’d never have enough. But most of all, the way he focused on that one spot that needed him most.
Hands gripped my hips hard, his tongue lashed at my clit, coaxing more of a response from me than I’d believed myself capable of. I shook, I saw stars, I felt myself climbing up, up, reaching for something far bigger than me, something not even a handheld toy could achieve, never mind another man. And then I was there, the climax shaking me to my core.
I cried out, incoherent words, low guttural moans as he kept me coming beneath his mouth and stayed with me until the large quake became smaller tremors and I lay beneath him, my body spent.
Except his wasn’t, and as soon as I felt the nudge of his hard cock against me, I opened my eyes, wanting to see him as he finally took me.
“There’s nothing between us,” his said in a gruff voice.
“There’s been nobody since … you know, and considering everything before, I’ve also been checked.”
A muscle ticked in his jaw at the mention of Lance. “And there’s been nobody since you walked into my apartment. I’m clean.”
Tears pricked my eyes, and suddenly he was there, thrusting inside, taking away all thought and concern. There was only Gabe, big and hard, easing his way inside me.
“You’re tight,” he said, his voice shaking along with his muscular arms as he held back. “But you feel so damned perfect.”
