His eyes narrowed in on her reaction to the sight of him and if possible he went even harder as her legs shifted restlessly on the mattress, her lips parting as she breathed shallowly.
Goddamn, she was beautiful.
‘No.’
Dare’s breathing stopped. ‘No?’ he got out hoarsely.
‘Yes, I mean no...’ She shifted again as if she was aching for his possession. ‘No second thoughts.’
Thank God.
Dare grabbed her ankles again and slid his hands to her knees, only mildly less rough than before as he urged them to part. She was still wearing his T-shirt, her breasts thrusting against the fabric.
‘Take the shirt off,’ he growled.
His heart felt as if it were trying to work its way out of his chest as she struggled to get the fabric over her head. When she was free of it she tossed it to the side and looked up at him.
Dare’s gaze roamed over her pert breasts, her coral-coloured nipples standing to attention, her narrow waist and flared hips. ‘Holy, sweet mother of... Tell me you’re ready for me, Red.’
‘I am. I—’
He glanced down at the dewy entrance to her body and fitted himself against her. She was so wet he slid in easily but he stopped part way, giving her body time to expand around him.
He held himself still, sweat turning his skin slick, until he felt her tight inner walls clench and release and then he thrust forward in one powerful motion, coming over the top of her, his hands on either side of her head.
She groaned when he fully seated himself inside her and, worried that he’d hurt her, he paused again. She whimpered and raised her hips, sliding her inner thighs along the outside of his and shattering his self-control in the process. ‘Oh, yeah, Red, grip me tight.’
Dare powered into her, angling his hands beneath her bottom so that he hit the sweet spot that made her gasp and rub herself against him. He knew what she needed and, holding on by a thread, he thrust into her over and over until he felt her body stiffen right before it fluttered and rippled around him, signalling her climax and drawing him in deep; sending him spinning on his own powerful vortex of completion.
Nothing, nothing had ever felt this good. He was sure of it and he only raised his sweat-soaked body from hers when he felt her stir beneath him.
Good, she wasn’t dead, was his first thought. Good, he wasn’t either, was his second. Or if he was they were dead together and it didn’t matter.
‘Are you okay?’
‘I’m not sure,’ she panted, her arms lax above her head. ‘I may never move again but if that’s normal, then yes, I’m okay.’
Dare chuckled and eased out of her. Nothing about what had just happened was normal but his brain was too stupefied to analyse it. ‘I’m sorry...’
‘Why?’
‘I came at you like an animal.’
‘We are animals.’
He gave a soft laugh. ‘Only a doctor would say that.’
With strength returning to his limbs, he levered himself off the bed and went to dispose of the condom. When he returned she was sitting up in bed and looked delightfully rumpled. She also looked as comfortable as a cat on a hot tin roof.
Dare didn’t know what to think, actually he still wasn’t thinking, so he acted on instinct instead, bending to her and cupping her face in his hands. When her lips softened after a momentary resistance he stroked her tongue with his, feeling himself hardening all over again.
She made a little moaning sound and he nudged her backwards onto the bed.
‘Dare?’
‘Shh...’ he murmured. ‘Let me love you properly.’
‘I’m not—oh!’ She stilled as he licked across the tip of her breast, her small nipple tightening in response.
‘I didn’t get to say hi to these guys,’ he said.
Her soft laugh turned into a small whimper as he tongued her and drew her nipple into his mouth, suckling deeply.
‘Damn, you taste good, Red.’ And he needed to explore her. Explore every inch of her to find out what she liked and what she didn’t.
Like this little pressure point in the bend in her elbow that made her gasp when he licked it, and the soft skin at the base of her throat that made her arch upwards, begging him to feast on her breasts again. And, oh, yeah, she really liked that.