Dare to Desire by Carly Phillips

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    “Tell me, Angel. What do you want?” His gruff voice added to the awareness ricocheting between them.
    “You,” she said, nearly breathless. “I want you.”
    He suddenly rolled off of her and stood, shoving his sweatpants down and off. She managed to get rid of her shorts and panties just as quickly. Next thing she knew, he’d lifted her up and started walking toward the bedroom.
    She shrieked and wrapped her arms around him, aware of his hard male body as she cuddled close. “What are you doing?”
    “Taking you to bed.”
    “I like the sound of that.” She kissed his jaw and nibbled on his earlobe, nipping lightly right before he laid her down on the big mattress.
    “Lots of room to maneuver,” he said with a grin.
    He returned, his thick erection sliding directly over her damp pussy, and she moaned at the intimate contact.
    “Feel good?” he asked, holding his thick cock with one hand and rubbing over and over her clit.
    “So, so good.” Beautiful waves washed through her, and she arched, needing more pressure. Needing him.
    He glided harder against her, knowing the rhythm and level of contact she needed. He hadn’t forgotten. Knew exactly what would make her come. His erection was thick and hard and bringing her higher. The peak tempted her, building swells teased her, and suddenly what had been out of reach crashed over her as Alex took her over the edge.
    “Yes, Alex, yes,” she moaned loudly.
    She was quivering with aftershocks when he thrust into her. “That’s right, Angel, it’s me.”
    She was slick from her orgasm, ready for him, and she accepted him easily. He filled the empty ache, but what scared her more was the wash of sensation that accompanied his glide inside of her. He drew out and pushed back in farther this time, stopping when he was buried all the way. She clenched her inner walls around him, holding him in tightly.
    “You feel so good. Hot and slick.” He shifted his hips, and she sighed in pure delight. “I want you to come again, and this time, scream my name.”
    She arched up, pulling him impossibly deeper. “Hurry, please.”
    His dark gaze locked on hers. “My pleasure,” he muttered and began to plunge into her with all the need and desire pounding through her veins.
    “Yes, yes,” she moaned in time with his thrusts. In and out, he urged her toward nirvana. Every shift and undulation of their hips brought her higher.
    Their bodies, slick and overheated, came together hard. He kissed her, his tongue mimicking the act of their bodies as he devoured her everywhere. With each determined plunge in, his pelvis ground against her sex, taking her ever up, higher and closer to climax.
    “Oh, Alex.” She extended his name on a low shuddering moan.
    “Yes, Angel. You’re almost there.”
    “I am.” Her entire being trembled with the relentless friction of their bodies. She grabbed his shoulders, digging her nails in deep and arching her lower half upward.
    He picked up his rhythm, and the second he moved again, the tremors started in earnest. “Alex, yes, yes, yes!” she cried out as her world exploded, and he came inside her, long hot spurts she felt everywhere.
    He collapsed on top of her, his breathing ragged, his big body warm and heavy. The reality of what she’d done quickly washed over her, but she couldn’t regret something so wonderful. So instead, she let herself enjoy the great sex, the phenomenal orgasms, and the man who’d given them to her.
    She let out a satisfied sigh.
    Alex propped himself up on one arm and stared into her eyes, unnerving her with the intensity. But after what they’d shared, she felt the same way.
    “Are you okay?” he asked.
    “Never better,” she said. “That was amazing.”
    His sexy grin said he agreed.
    “So when can we do it again?” Just looking at him and she wanted to climb back into his arms.
    “First things first.” He cleared his throat. “We didn’t use protection. I should have grabbed a condom