Dare to Touch by Carly Phillips Read Free Book Online

around his neck. Looking into his lust-filled eyes, she shifted until they were groin to groin, her sex nestled against his.
    “Take what you need, sunshine.” He raised his hips, and a wave of pure desire washed over her, all encompassing and so good.
    She threaded her fingers through his longish hair and kissed him hard, loving how he tasted and how he clearly appreciated the act of just making out and not rushing to the final act. He also wasn’t selfish, and as she rocked into him, her body lit up with need.
    “Lift up.”
    She did, and he pulled her dress up so he could slip his hand beneath the hem. His big hands cupped her breasts. Warm and solid, the pressure felt so good. She arched her back, pressing her aching nipples into his palms. All the while, her hips rocked back and forth against the swell in his jeans.
    “Gotta get rid of all this material.”
    Without warning, he yanked her dress over her head, and she raised her arms to help him. He tossed the offending garment onto the floor, leaving her in only a skimpy push-up bra—because the girls weren’t all that big alone—and a barely there pair of thong underwear.
    He splayed his hands over her waist and eased her backwards so he could look his fill. A blush rushed to her cheeks. She’d never been all that thrilled with her lean body, but from the sheer approval in his gaze, he didn’t see her the same way.
    “Damn, baby, those are gorgeous breasts.”
    She blinked in surprise. “The bra’s pretty incredible.” She didn’t want him to be disappointed later.
    He cocked an eyebrow. “Really? Because I’m kinda liking them .” He leaned down and pressed a light kiss to each mound overflowing its cup.
    She trembled at his awe and quivered when his warm breath hit her skin.
    He reached behind her and, with more dexterity than she wanted to think about, unhooked her bra and sent it the way of her dress.
    Nearly nude while he was clothed, she felt completely wanton and a lot embarrassed.
    “Stop thinking and go back to feeling.” He tweaked her nipple and she moaned.
    His big hands came back to her hips and encouraged her to begin rocking against him once more. Those glorious waves began to fill her again, and her embarrassment fled. Once she established a rhythm, he left her to it and refocused on her breasts. Each hand played with her at once, his fingers rubbing and tweaking, rolling and playing with her nipples. The alternate stinging pain and soothing touches combined to set her on fire.
    She locked her hands around his neck and rolled her hips, amazed at the intensity of the sensations. A part of her understood it was this man—his touch, his interest, his awe in her body—that enabled her to let go. A distant part that would have let the emotional fear back in if she weren’t so far gone.
    But she couldn’t stop reaching for the climax that was so close she could practically feel it. Sounds she’d never made before escaped her throat as she ground herself down on his cock. Suddenly his warm hand reached down, his fingers sliding beneath her underwear to glide over her clit.
    Sensation shot through her, and she whimpered out loud. “Dylan, please.”
    “Anything you want, sunshine.” He glided his fingers back and forth over her pussy, obviously letting her needy sounds guide him, because finally he settled where she needed him most.
    “How’s this?” he asked, pinching her clit, then releasing, finding a quick and steady rhythm that had her catapulting headlong into a blinding orgasm.
    “Oh God, Dylan. I’m coming!” She squeezed her legs around him as everything inside her coiled from a tiny ball into a starburst of feeling, taking her higher than she’d ever been. She rode against him, aftershocks pummeling her body until she collapsed, her head against his shoulder, his strong arms around her back.
    She’d barely caught her breath when she felt him move.
    “Up you go.” He rose with her in his arms. “Your bedroom?” he