Dare hovered over her, his head dipping in the valley between her breasts. She clutched his shoulders, wanting him, needing him, desperate to feel his hard body pressing into hers.

“Please what, love? Tell me what you want. Tell me what you like.” His voice rasped along her heated flesh as his mouth closed over the hard, aching nipple at the same time his fingers found her sensitive folds. She heard his words, but they didn’t make sense, nothing made sense, nothing but the feeling of his mouth and hands and the silky heat of his skin under her fingers. She arched beneath him, sobbing with desperation to feel him against her, but he slid down her body, pausing just long enough to suckle her other breast before kissing a hot, wet path down her belly.

“Dare! You can’t stop! You can’t leave me like this!”

His fingers stopped the delightful dance they were doing on her soft, sensitive parts, leaving her bereft, frustrated, wound so tight she was certain she would splinter into a thousand sharp pieces. “Dare!”

His hands were bold on her hips as he nipped her belly and looked up, grinning as he slid his hands down to part her legs wider. “Don’t worry, love. I won’t leave you. Not just yet.”

“But…but…” Her eyes rolled back in her head as his head dipped down to her belly, suckling a trail of heat that led straight to the focus of all her desire. “This has got to be sinful,” she whispered, clutching handfuls of the bed linens as his breath scorched the outer edges of the needful center of her being. “I’m going to go to hell for this, I just know it. But oh, Lord, I don’t care! Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”

His hair was the smoothest silk against her skin as his mouth possessed her in a way she had never dreamed possible. He was fire, he was lightning, he was quicksilver inside her, and she was dying, but oh, what a sweet death. She was no longer in any doubt that his tongue was the very best part of him as it worked magic on her sensitive, swollen flesh, touching her, teasing her, suckling her until she thought she would burn up in a bonfire of sensation. She had no idea she could burn hotter, but the minute his finger slid deep into her heat she blazed in a flame that was surely going to incinerate them both. She heard a voice sobbing his name and knew it was her own, but could think of nothing but the bright, blinding moment of pure rapture as it exploded within her.

Dare heard his name ring loud in his ears as she tightened around his fingers, her body shaking with the power of her orgasm. He pressed his face into her belly as she trembled, the need to plunge into her so strong he was nearly weeping. He hung on to his resolution by the merest thread, his body shuddering as it warred with his mind, his flesh crying out for the fulfillment it so desperately needed. He hadn’t intended on going so far, of giving her so much of himself, but he could not stop, not when she tasted so sweet. He lay there for long minutes, his breath ragged as tears seeped from eyes closed tight, damply spreading on Charlotte’s belly, his fingers holding firmly to her hips.