Dare to Love by Tara Taylor Quinn Page B

Everything she’d come to expect from Doug was in that kiss, and the minute Andrea felt his mouth upon hers, her memories of the past, her concerns for the future seemed to disappear. He took and he gave with the same intensity with which he guarded his heart. He hinted at secrets, at mysteries yet to unfold. He made her hungry for more...and more....
    Kissing Andrea was like nothing Doug had ever experienced before. She was so fresh, so brimming with passion, yet so innocent all at the same time. And, God, was she generous. She opened to him, allowing him anything he asked for, giving more than he demanded.
    She allowed his tongue to explore the velvety sweetness of her mouth, but she teased it with her own, promising him a coupling that would be heaven for both of them. She didn’t wait for him to give her pleasure; she took it.
    With a groan he barely recognized as his own he pulled her across his lap, settling her bottom firmly against his tense zipper. He slid his hand beneath her T-shirt, and almost laughed with sheer male approval when he discovered that she wasn’t wearing a bra. He boldly took possession of her naked flesh, claiming his right to do so.
    She pulled her mouth away from his lips, burying her face in his neck, but instead of stopping things, instead of stopping him, she nibbled at the juncture between his neck and shoulder.
    â€œYou’re so hot,” he said into her hair, his voice low and husky with passion. His fingers held her breast while he ran his thumb back and forth across her thickened nipple.
    She moaned something unintelligible and brought her mouth back to his, rotating her hips against his crotch, nearly sending him over the edge before he’d even begun his ascent.
    His hand moved to her other breast, delighting in its mysteries, its heaviness, the miraculous contrast between its outer softness and its tight, hard center.
    It occurred to him that he’d left his wallet—and his protection—in his room. He wondered if she was on the pill, and why he was reluctant to ask. He thought about shooting his seed inside of her, of having it embedded within her, taking root, becoming life.
    He rolled her over more roughly than he meant to, settling her on her back on the couch. His desire became liquid fire as her legs dropped open for him, making a cradle for his body. Her hands slipped under his T-shirt, running through the hair on his chest, pulling softly, passing lightly across his nipples. And as he reared back, afraid she was going to drive him over the edge too soon, he spotted an abandoned DARE training agenda on the floor.
    It must have fallen out of someone’s notebook. Here. In this room. And suddenly Doug was disgusted with himself. Andrea was no animal, there for his rutting pleasure. She was everything good and pure and beautiful that embodied womanhood. And she deserved better than a quick lay on a couch in a community suite where any one of five other guys could walk in and catch her unaware.
    And with that realization came another: he was having sex and he wanted more than a climax. He was thinking beyond the moment; he was more concerned about the woman he was lying on than about the body beneath him. Something was happening inside of him that had never happened before.
    It scared the hell out of him.
    But when he gazed down at Andrea’s passion-glazed eyes, when he saw the utter abandonment on her features, he couldn’t just stop what he’d started. He couldn’t leave her frustrated, dissatisfied. He sat up again, pulling her up into the corner of the couch, and slid his fingers inside the elastic waistband of her shorts.
    With a few quick motions, he had her writhing beside him. He watched her climax. Her expression was one of wonder, and then peace, and Doug knew that if he died that night he’d have lived a complete life.
    Her lovely blue eyes started to fill with consternation as they began to focus on him, as she