Dare to Hold by Carly Phillips Page B

anything.
    She grinned and lowered herself to her knees. This wasn’t an act she normally enjoyed, but something about Scott and how well he treated her made her want to give to him in return. And shockingly, the idea of going down on him made her mouth water and her sex ache with need.
    “Damn, baby. Do you have any idea what it does to me to see you on your knees like that?”
    She glanced up at him, suddenly shy. But if she had any reservations, they disappeared when she caught a glimpse of the heat in his gaze and the look of reverence in his expression as he gazed down at her. Leaning forward, she licked his erection gently at first, a long, teasing stroke of her tongue over his thickening shaft. He pulled her hair into one hand behind her and tugged hard.
    The small hint of pain caused a surprising shock of arousal to spread from her scalp to her pussy. She moaned and grasped his erection in her hand. She eased her mouth around him, taking him as far as she could before sliding back the other direction. She wasn’t an expert, didn’t know what he liked, but she did recognize his growl as one of approval. And the hip thrust that pushed him deeper into her mouth definitely told her she was doing things right.
    She slid her hand up and down, using the lubrication from her mouth to ease her way. Being Scott, he soon was driving the action, pumping into her mouth with long, fluid strokes. To her surprise, giving him pleasure provided her with even greater satisfaction than she’d ever imagined.
    He grunted above her, his hand a steady presence in her hair, every tug causing a wave of desire to wash over her. She moaned, the sound reverberating around him, and he thrust hard, the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat.
    She fought not to gag and managed to breathe through, taking him even deeper.
    “Damn, Meg, you feel so good.”
    So did he. She loved the taste of him, slightly musky, a little salty, and so very male. The idea of taking him all the way was a heady thing.
    She worked him with her hand and mouth until suddenly he pulled himself out completely. “Not coming in your mouth, baby.”
    He stripped her out of her shorts and panties, leaving them in a pile on the living room floor. And wasn’t that hot, she thought, as he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom with long, deliberate strides.
    By the time he set her on the bed, she was panting with need.
    “As much as I want to taste you,” he said, positioning her on the center of the mattress, “I need to be inside you more.”
    He eased his hips back and pushed into her with ease. She was so wet and ready he filled her completely in one long thrust, hitting her sweet spot immediately.
    She arched her back and moaned, feeling the thickness of him everywhere, and her climb toward climax began almost instantly. She wondered if it was the hormones running through her body or whether it was being with Scott, but either way, she’d never been so sensitive or felt so much so quickly. And she wasn’t talking just physically. Pushing those terrifying thoughts aside, she focused on the here and now, on the large man who owned her body when he was buried inside her.
    “I love being inside you, baby.” Scott groaned as she clasped him tighter in her hot body.
    From the minute she’d wrapped her sweet mouth around his cock, Scott had needed more, and coming in her mouth hadn’t been an option.
    “Lift your legs,” he instructed in a rough voice.
    She complied, her long legs wrapping around his waist, and she pulled him farther into her heat. Using his upper body for leverage, he took a long glide out before plunging back in, hard and fast. Her slick walls gripped him tighter, her heels dug into his back, and he fucking felt her everywhere.
    Sweat broke out on his forehead and back as desire and the primal need to own her washed over him. He took her hard, knowing she could handle it, understanding that she wanted him as much and as badly as he