When You Dare - Lori Foster [124]
Her toes curled.
Without her realizing it, he freed her hair from the topknot, and it tumbled down to her shoulders.
He sank both hands into her hair. “I can’t believe you were going to cut this.”
His mouth grazed her throat, her jaw. “I can’t believe it mattered to you.”
“It does.” He kissed her neck, then her ear.
“I couldn’t believe you took the time to work the tangles out for me.” In fact, that might have been the moment she started falling for him. The tenderness after so much brutality, the matter-of-fact way he’d handled her and her personal trauma, had devastated her senses. She hadn’t been prepared. She still wasn’t.
“I enjoyed it.” Hooking a forearm under her derriere, he lifted her and turned with her to the bed.
It was insane, how easily he handled her, the ease with which he lifted her, carried her. His strength continued to amaze her; his care would forever impress her.
Settling into the cradle of her body, he lifted to one elbow and looked down at her. With care, he smoothed back her hair, kissed her swollen lips.
Molly touched his face. Tears threatened.
“What’s wrong?”
She shook her head. “The way you look at me makes me feel pretty.”
Pressing a hand between their bodies, he touched her, and his cheekbones darkened with aroused color. “Pretty doesn’t cover it.”
“No?” She could barely speak as he pushed not one, not two, but three fingers into her. Breathless, she whispered, “Then what does?”
Stroking in, back out. In again, so deep…“Smokin’.” His chest expanded. “Sexy as sin.” His gaze was so intent, it affected her as strongly as his touch when he said, “Mine.”
Startled, Molly stared at him. She didn’t know what to say, how to interpret that. “Dare…?”
He moved away from her in a rush, going for a condom that he rolled on in record time. When he came back to her, he caught her hips and turned her to her stomach. “On your knees.”
Even as she got to her knees, her thoughts scrambled—until his hands clasped her waist and he drove into her with one hard thrust.
After two climaxes, she was swollen and sensitive and oh-so-ready for him. She cried out with that initial entry, then cried out again as he began a hard, fast rhythm. It was so deep this way, she felt every inch of him.
“Arch your hips up,” he told her in a rough command. She felt one hand on the small of her back, the other under her, first touching her nipples, then sliding down between her legs.
It was too much. “Dare… I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.” Just as he’d done to her nipples, he caught her clitoris and held it with his fingertips. Each of his deep thrusts caused her to tug at his hold in a maddening stimulation.
When she groaned, he said, “Spread your knees out a little more, baby.”
The pleasure drugged her until she couldn’t think, could only feel. She felt heavy, so heavy that her arms didn’t want to support her and they bent until she rested on her forearms.
Dare growled a low approval over that.
Another release began spiraling within her, drawing tighter and tighter. Her body throbbed, ripe and aching and in need.
Dare started pumping faster, and she knew he was close. His thighs were slapping hard against the back of hers. Heat poured off him, off her.
Tighter and tighter.
Her lungs burned. Her legs trembled.
Eyes clenched, Molly fisted her hands in the sheets to hang on—and the release hit her. She cried out loud, sobbing with the power of it, her body on fire.
Dare’s savage groan filled her ears. He stroked deep, stiffened, and she knew he was coming, too. He’d held on, waited for her.
When he stilled, she literally collapsed flat on the bed. Dare landed over her and started to move, but she whispered, “Please. Not yet.”
She could still feel him inside her, not as big now, but she didn’t want to lose the sensation yet.
“Just for a minute,” he whispered with a kiss to her ear, and he wrapped his arms around her, giving her his weight.
It felt heavenly. It felt safe.
It felt like love.
MOLLY FELT THE HANDS on her,