Page 111 of Dare to Love Me

His breath catches like I’ve knocked the wind out of him. His eyes squeeze shut, jaw locked, breathing through his nose like he’s holding himself back with everything he’s got.

I feel the twitch of his fingers, the start of something breaking loose—

And then I let go.

Just drop his hand.

Just to give him a little tease.

“Oh, god,” he groans. “You’rekillingme.”

And then—finally—something snaps.

His hands clamp down on my hips, and color floods his cheekbones as his fingers dig into my flesh.

I settle over him, sliding onto his lap, my bare, slick heat pressing directly against the rigid length of him through his trousers. The contact sends a violent shudder through both of us.

“Here we are again,” I murmur, my arms sliding around his neck.

His grip tightens. “We do seem to find ourselves in compromising positions with remarkable frequency.”

I smirk, dragging my fingers through his hair, tugging just enough to make his breath hitch. “No vicars to interrupt us this time.”

“Nobody but us.” He stares up at me with open want.

Then his mouth crashes against mine, andholy fuck—there’s no hesitation, no gentleman’s pretense. Just a man who’s spent too long denying himself.

Oh.

Yes.

Everything we’ve been circling, fighting, teasing—it detonates.

His stubble scrapes my skin, a delicious burn I alreadyknowI’ll feel tomorrow. And god, do I want to feel it tomorrow.

His tongue sweeps into my mouth, and suddenly, I’mdrowningin him. The taste of him. His heat. The way his hands tighten possessively on my hips.

I grind down against him, and the friction tears a groan from both of us.

“May I touch you?”

I let out a breathless laugh. “Youaretouching me.” To drive the point home, I roll my hips against him, savoring the way his grip immediately tightens.

“You know what I’m asking,” he grits out, that muscle in his jaw ticking like he’s one deep breath away from losing his mind. His gaze flicks to my breasts before snapping back up.

“Then say it.” My voice drops to a whisper. A taunt. “Say exactly what you want to touch.”

“Very well. Since you insist on clarity”—Oh, I do—“I’d like to slide my fingers into your wet cunt. Feel how drenched you are for me. I saw that beautiful little display you put on, and now I need to know exactly how ready you are. Is that direct enough for you? Clear enough?”

I haveneverbeen more attracted to a man in myentire life.

“Yes,” I moan, the word barely registering as human.

His hands slide under my skirt, fingers skimming bare skin, and—oh,fuck.He throws his head back, exposing his throat, as his fingers discover just how wet I am.

“Daisy.”

He pushes his finger inside me, and everything stops.