Dare to Rock by Carly Phillips Page B

her nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the tip.
    Already sensitive from his earlier play at Lola’s, she sucked in a breath and attempted to ease herself away. He immediately soothed her with loving laps of his tongue, both on the tight bud and the tender area surrounding it. He took his time, kissing her, nuzzling with his nose and lips before licking at her once more. Her sex clenched, and she felt his ministrations deep in her core.
    “I need you,” she said, arching into him, wanting more of those sweet licks. They felt so good that she was actually building toward climax from his tongue on her breasts and nipples when suddenly he released one with a pop, leaving her bereft.
    “Grey,” she whimpered, and attempted to ease her hand down and cup his erection. Anything to move things along.
    “Uh uh, sugar. Hands back over your head. I’m not finished yet.”
    “But I need to touch you.”
    “And I need to taste you some more first.”
    She gave in, but she was going to make him pay for this slow, sensual torture. He slid down her body, his lips trailing over her ribs and abdomen until his face was mere inches from her sex, his warm breath fanning her clit. Fireworks flashed in front of her eyes, bright in color and size. And that was before he parted her outer lips with his thumbs and ran his tongue along her slick flesh, once, twice, pulling each one into his mouth before releasing it and licking her once more.
    He glanced up, meeting her gaze with a wicked one of his own. “You taste like sugar,” he murmured, and she knew she’d never think of that endearment the same way again.
    Her hips bucked, and he read her signals correctly because he put his talented mouth to even better use. He licked, ate, nibbled, and teased her pussy, pushing her past restraint, into ever-sharper awareness. Considering she’d been primed for what felt like hours, she was so damned close already.
    She thrust her pelvis up, grinding into his mouth, needing the pressure of his lips, the suckling, and the occasional gentle scrape of his teeth. She shattered, taking her pleasure, her orgasm coming in waves that seemed to never end. She clenched and unclenched her fists above her head, bound by his words and her unspoken promise. Unable to touch him or ground herself, she rode out her climax, grasping at air with her fingers. He didn’t let up until the tremors subsided, and she fell limp against the mattress, her arms still useless over her head.
    The sound of ripping foil reawakened her senses, and she opened her eyes to find Grey poised over her, the hard tip of his erection nudging her sex.
    “You’re gorgeous when you come, sugar,” he said, eyes glittering, jaw hard and taut.
    She bit down on her lower lip, embarrassed … and yet … not. Because it was Grey.
    “It’s my turn to see you come apart,” she said, arching her hips and attempting to pull his cock into her needy core.
    But he held out. He was barely inside her, a mere tease of what could be, and he still clearly maintained control. Unacceptable, she thought. She wanted to render him senseless. She needed to see it, to believe she had the same power over him that he clearly had over her.
    Finished following his rules, she ran her hands down his chest, scoring his skin lightly with her nails, scraping over his dark nipples. He groaned and arched his hips, causing him to slide deeper.
    “Fuck it,” he muttered and thrust his hips, filling her completely.
    “Grey.” She sucked in a startled breath, unprepared for the flood of emotion that rushed her from all sides. A harsh combination of panic and fear that the feelings surrounding her were too close to love.
    “I feel it too,” he said as if he understood she needed the reassurance.
    But he couldn’t know. Couldn’t possibly still possess the emotions threatening to pull her under and prevent her from walking away from this, from him, unscathed.
    She blinked back the tears that threatened, and