When You Dare
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“My…my ribs,” she whispered by way of encouragement, making Dare smile.
Overcome with tenderness, rigid with lust, he pulled the T-shirt up. “Right here,” he whispered, knowing that his jaw brushed her breast as he pressed openmouthed kisses to her ribs.
“Dare.” She tunneled her fingers into his hair and arched up a little.
Her tight hold on his hair stung a little and showed her level of urgency. Knowing she was ready, Dare turned to see her br**sts. Thanks to the cold and her excitement, her ni**les were puckered tight.
God. Holding her shoulders, he bent to lick first one nipple, then the other, before closing his mouth around her.
Her drawn-out groan echoed over the lake. Her knees came up and she started to turn toward him. Dare held her down and tried to slow her response a little.
This was for her—but he wouldn’t deny himself the pleasure of her body in the process.
She grabbed his wrist and pushed his hand down to her belly.
Dare paused. His chest tightened with painful possibilities. Repeatedly Molly had told him that she wasn’t raped. But had they—
“They didn’t,” she said as if reading his mind. “They threatened, and, yes, they sometimes touched me…in ways they shouldn’t have. But…but that’s not why…”
He laid his hand over the soft, womanly rise of her belly. “You’re a woman, and you want me?”
“Yes.”
He kissed her nipple again. “Already?” And then, a little more desperately, “Are you sure, Molly? We have all night. There’s no rush….”
“Don’t make me wait, Dare.” She shifted and squirmed. “Please.”
Amazing. Still unsure, but unwilling to push her, Dare cupped his hand between her legs, touched her lightly along the seam of her jeans.
Her reaction was swift and strong.
He sat up in a rush and had to move aside her hands so he could unsnap and unzip the jeans. Once he had them opened, he paused. Hell, it was March in Kentucky. The breeze tonight was downright frigid.
He glanced up at his house. Not that far away, and a hell of a lot more comfortable for her…“Dare?”
She clutched at him, confused and anxious, and he whispered, “Fuck it.” He dragged her jeans and panties down to her knees, exposing her sex. Everything was in shadows, and the moonlight that had felt so bright moments before didn’t give him the light he wanted now.
He wouldn’t take her, but he wanted to see her, damn it, all of her.
But of course he remembered, so maybe it was better that he couldn’t see; bruises, scratches—injuries that went deeper than the marks on her skin and flesh.
Aching for what she’d endured, Dare lowered his head and put a gentle, barely there kiss to her ribs, her abdomen, her flat belly. “I don’t want to hurt you, Molly.”
Eyes huge and dark, she stared up at him. “Then don’t stop.”
He smiled to reassure her, but his heart was breaking and his body burned. “I won’t.” He wouldn’t stop, because she needed this too much, but he would go easy. He would use ultimate care with her.
Resting on his elbow beside her, close enough to share his body heat, Dare cupped each breast in turn, enjoying their heavy weight, the sensitivity of her taut ni**les. Slowly, he stroked his hand down to her belly and finally cupped it between her legs again, this time over her naked sex. Exhibiting uncommon patience, he lightly teased the soft pubic hair. “Can you open your legs for me, Molly?”
He needed her to be a willing participant every step of the way. He needed to know that she was with him, not held captive in bad memories.
On a sharp inhalation, she turned her face away, and her knees parted.
“Nice.” The cool air now felt good to him, he was so damn hot. “Look at me, Molly.”
When she did, Dare leaned over to kiss her again, touching his mouth to hers, easing her into the kiss to help relax her. At the same time, he explored her with his fingertips, finding her flesh sleek and hot and already damp.
Dare thought of sinking into her, of making her his in every way, and his body tightened, hardened. Carefully, he opened her, stroked over her, slipped his fingers slightly inside her.
She felt so perfect that, without meaning to, Dare pressed his erection against her hip.
Holding on to his shoulders, kissing him with hunger, Molly moved against him and with him.
Damn, but she wouldn’t let him go slow.
He left her mouth to kiss a trail down her throat to her collarbone and down to her br**sts. She had beautiful, full, firm br**sts. How the hell she kept them from being a focal point, he didn’t know.
He wished he knew the color of her ni**les, but as he took her into his mouth again, he knew the texture and taste.
Perfect.
The air was cold, but their combined body heat, scented by lust, wafted around them both. As he sucked on her left nipple, Dare pressed his middle finger into her.
She clenched hard, cried out and lifted her hips.
Moving to the other nipple, Dare licked her, closed his teeth gently around her and tugged until she groaned raggedly, and then he suckled. He felt her slick moisture on his finger, and worked a second into her, stretching her, filling her. As she cried out again, already on the ragged edge, he brought his thumb up to her distended clitoris. Teasing over it, manipulating, he found a rhythm that pushed her.
Within minutes she was lost, her head back, her eyes closed as she cried out long and loud with a hard release.