Dare to Touch by Carly Phillips Page B

against her clit.
    Her eyes rolled and she groaned.
    “Thought not. Although I love hearing those screams, I’d rather keep this between us. You okay with that?”
    Her eyes remained wide, but she nodded, her trust in him humbling. “We’ll tie you up another time,” he promised.
    “I think I’d like that.”
    He winked at her and gently slid the silk between her lips. “Now you can groan, but it won’t sound as loud. If it gets uncomfortable, just tap me on the shoulder, okay?”
    She nodded.
    “Lift your head.” She did, and he tied the knot behind her head, careful not to pull too tight. He kissed her lips lightly and continued his work before she panicked at being gagged. He unhooked her lace bra with the front clasp, slid the straps over her arms, and piled it on top of her dress. He left her scrap of panties on. For now.
    He glanced down. She was spread out before him, arms at her sides, legs parted in invitation. Her panties were damp, wet with her desire. And her small but sexy breasts tipped up, nipples puckered, demanding attention he was all too happy to give.
    She was fucking gorgeous. And his. He bent his head and licked around one nipple, deliberately teasing her, testing her responsiveness. She arched her back, a clear signal she wanted more. He grinned and nibbled on her breast before sliding his tongue across her chest to the other side, providing the same tormenting treatment to her other tight bud.
    She moaned and her body thrashed beneath his. He continued to lave her soft skin, inhaling her unique scent, and though he hadn’t thought he could get any harder, he did. He continued licking around her areola, enjoying the needy sounds escaping her throat.
    He glanced up, met her gaze, and caught the flash of heat in her eyes. He licked lightly over one nipple. Her gaze narrowed and she whimpered.
    “Need more, sunshine?”
    She nodded and he bit down lightly on her nipple. Her hips shot upward, her sex grinding against his aching erection.
    “I love how sensitive you are.”
    He alternated nibbles and licks, loving laps of his tongue with harsher deliberate flickers that had her nipples hard as rocks. He played her body, and she responded beautifully, keeping it going until her whimpers were overlapping, her hips rolling beneath his.
    He slid down on her legs, taking her thin strip of panties along with him. He braced his hands on her thighs, parted her legs, and dipped his head so he could really begin his feast for the night.
    He couldn’t remember the last time he’d enjoyed going down on a woman so damned much. When her responses had meant everything. He liked giving a woman pleasure—only a dickhead wouldn’t. But this was something else. The musky scent that was Olivia’s alone, the pale thighs around his head, and the slick pink pussy waiting for him. He took in every last sensation before sliding his tongue over her for a thorough lick.
    “Mmmm.” Her back arched, and he nuzzled her sex with his nose before playing her with his tongue. He licked up and down her outer lips, bit lightly on each, and had her squeezing him tightly between her thighs.
    He eased one finger inside her, and her slick heat closed around him. He groaned into her, and the vibrations had her trembling around him. He added a second finger and lifted his head. “Okay, babe?”
    She nodded, eyes wild, her entire body slick with sweat and trembling.
    Yeah, this was what he wanted. Her completely at his mercy. “Think you can handle another?” he asked.
    Because he wanted to fill her and make her come this way first, before taking her with his cock, slamming into her over and over like a wild man. Because he couldn’t imagine this ending any other way. So he wanted to make sure he gave her all he could first.
    She nodded, and he added another finger inside her. Her low moan shook him hard, and he began pumping in and out, adding hard flicks of his tongue over her taut clit. Back and forth, he played with the