Dare to Rock by Carly Phillips Page A

you to promise to keep your hands here.” He still held her wrists against the wall.
    “Since when are there restrictions between us?” Feeling daring, she licked him again, this time running her tongue over his nipple.
    His body shook at her touch. “Since when don’t you play fair?” he asked, lifting her into his arms.
    She squealed and wrapped her legs around his hips, her sandals falling to the floor.
    He walked her into his unlit bedroom and settled her in the center of a king-size bed.
    He flicked on a small bedside lamp. “Be right back,” he said and strode to the bathroom.
    Avery’s pulse pounded, and need thundered through her veins. In keeping with her new promise to take what she wanted, she reached for the hem of her dress and drew it over her head just as he strode back toward her, condoms in hand.
    He stopped short, treating her to a low whistle. “Memories didn’t do you justice, sugar.”
    She was more modest than not and did her best not to squirm as his hot gaze raked over her. Not knowing what turn the night would take, she’d chosen her favorite bra and panty set, a mix of white silk and lace. Of course the underwear was long gone, and judging by his reaction, he was extremely pleased with what he saw.
    “Now how about you let me test my memories some more?” she asked.
    His cut upper body already had her primed and ready. She couldn’t imagine what the sight of that hidden but impressive bulge behind the denim would do to her.
    “Whatever you want,” he said and tossed the condoms onto the bed. His hands went to the button on his jeans, stripping himself out of them in record time.
    And then it was her turn to swallow a groan and stare. Either her memories were wrong or time had filled him out everywhere. His thick erection held her attention, and she ran her tongue over her lips, contemplating what she wanted to do to him first.
    She reached out and wrapped her hand over the steely velvet shaft, gliding up and down, testing her limits.
    “Harder,” he said through clenched teeth.
    She swallowed hard and followed instructions, pumping his erection up and down until slick pre-come covered the plump head.
    “Enough.”
    She was smart enough to recognize he’d given her all he could, at least for the moment, and she released him, missing his hard, hot heat immediately.
    He unhooked her bra in a deft move she didn’t want to consider too closely. After sliding the garment down her arms and tossing it aside, he tackled her onto the bed, her naked body colliding with his. Heat and hardness seeped into her pores, and she took a moment, a deep breath, to savor the feeling of Grey after so many years.
    He was more muscular, firmer, more solid than she remembered but every inch the man she’d missed.
    “I can’t believe it’s you,” he said gruffly, his words eerily mimicking her thoughts.
    She smiled even though he couldn’t see. “I know the feeling,” she murmured running her hands along the rippling muscles of his back.
    He braced his arms on either side of her and pushed himself up. She met his gaze, trying her best not to lose herself in the green depths. He kissed her then, more gently than the rushed fervor of before, as if them being skin to skin at last had eased something inside him. She knew it felt that way for her.
    He grasped her hands, pulling them above her head, while his lower body rocked against hers, his thick shaft rubbing against her clit, the motion causing a rising tide of desire to sweep through her. His firm cock slicked over her damp sex, insistently taking her higher yet leaving her achingly empty inside.
    She moaned and lifted her knees, bringing him in fuller contact. She needed more. So much more. But he was in no rush, and his next words confirmed it.
    “There are so many things I want to do before I come inside you.”
    “Like what?” she asked, her body shaking with unfulfilled need.
    “First I want to taste you here.” He leaned down and pulled