When You Dare
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Molly tipped her head back to see him. “I think I’ll take a bath.”
Disappointment knotted his guts, but no way in hell would he let her know that. “Okay.” Exhaustion pulled at him, but he wouldn’t sleep. Not yet. Not until he had her somewhere safe. “It’ll do you good to relax a little. Go ahead, and I’ll clean up the mess in here.”
Both palms on his chest, Molly whispered, “I was sort of hoping that you’d join me.”
That compelling offer blasted his tiredness into oblivion. “Yeah?”
An impish smile teased him. “I don’t know, though. The tub isn’t huge,” she said. “And you’re awfully…big.”
He fought the grin trying to take over. “If we work on our positioning, I think we’ll fit just fine.” After one quick kiss, he turned her and planted a light swat on that tempting ass. “Go get things started while I put this mess away.”
She sent an indulgent laugh over her shoulder. “Chris is right, you know. You are a neat freak.”
The mention of Chris made him wonder how his girls were doing. It was too early to call, but he’d check in with them on the way to her father’s home.
Dare watched Molly disappear around the corner, and a second later he heard the water running. Primed, he made short work of the empty cola cans and pizza box. After rinsing the few dishes they’d used, he put them into her dishwasher. Other, soured dishes, had been in there since her abduction, so he went ahead and ran a cycle.
Already he’d seen every inch of her place. But as he surveyed it again, he thought that it could benefit from a good cleaning; it showed the absence of use since she’d been gone. If they were staying, he’d help her with that. But he wanted Molly as far from this place as he could get her, the sooner the better.
After checking all the windows again, Dare went to find her in the bathroom.
She didn’t hear him come in, and he lounged against the doorframe, content to watch her. Already naked, with her shoulder-length hair pinned atop her head, she tested the water filling the tub—and gave Dare one hell of a show.
Lust carried him forward until he had her within reach. From behind, he cupped his hand over her sex—and she jumped in startled surprise, jerking around to face him.
Face going hot, she said, “You are far too quiet for a big man.”
Dare’s attention went to her heavy br**sts. He cupped one in each hand, but resolutely held himself in check. She wanted a bath, he’d give her a bath. And now that he’d already had her, he’d be able to explore her body as he wanted without losing control.
Releasing her, he moved to the tub and turned off the water. “Get in.”
She bit her lips, already breathing fast. Dare waited, visually exploring her ripe body until she gave in. He held her hand as she climbed into the tub and eased down into the warm water. Steam rose around her. The water lapped at the bottom of her br**sts.
Wearing only jeans, Dare knelt down on the outside of the tub. “Lean back.”
“I thought you were going to get in with me.”
“I will. After.”
“After…what?”
“After you come for me again.”
Her eyes rounded, and she started to protest. Dare leaned in and drew one nipple into his mouth. She inhaled sharply, tangling her fingers into his hair and holding him close.
Dipping his hand down into the water, Dare cupped her inner thigh and parted her legs. “Bend your knees, Molly.” He helped her to lean back as he gave that instruction.
Uncertain, she reclined in the tub until most of her body was submerged. After parting her legs more, Dare lifted one foot up and to the outside of the tub, then growled at the sight of her. “Just like that.”
“I…”
“Shh.” He picked up the soap and built up a lather in his hands. “Let me enjoy you.”
“Oh, God.” She closed her eyes and half turned her face away from him.
Smiling, Dare used the slick suds to tease her br**sts, concentrating on her pointed ni**les. Sliding his fingers around them, slicking over them, tugging.
Molly groaned, but quickly stifled the sound.
When her legs started to tense and close, Dare stopped her. He caught the leg closest to him and held her still. “Relax, Molly.” He could see her small clitoris, now distended, begging for attention. He wanted to taste her again, and he would. Soon. “You’re beautiful.”
“I’m not. I mean, I’m not ugly, I know that. I was just worried about the bruises before. But… I mean, I’m not fishing for compliments or anything. It’s just that I’m not…”
Dare rinsed her br**sts, removing all the slick soap, then again playing with her ni**les, using the new friction to arouse her even more.
Beneath the water, her small hands curled into tight fists. The sleek muscles in her thighs tensed. She’d lost weight through her ordeal, and he wondered how she would look when fully recovered. Would she flesh out even more with another ten or twelve pounds?
Leaning over her, a hand on each thigh to ensure her legs stayed open, he blew on her ni**les. They drew painfully tight, and he couldn’t resist drawing on her again, tonguing her ni**les, sucking. He could spend an hour doing just this, but given her wriggling and panting, Molly wouldn’t last if he did.
She needed release. Now.
Dipping both hands into the water, Dare said, “Keep wide-open for me, baby, okay?”