Dare To Play (Dare Nation #3) - Carly Phillips Page 0,53

hand over his face, still exhausted. Last night had probably made them crash hard. “It’s pretty easy to guess where she went. Did you call Lilah?”

Macy shook her head. “I was too busy panicking. Damn that credit card I gave her for emergencies. She probably took an Uber.” She turned over the phone in her hand and pulled up Lilah’s name, then hit send.

“Lilah, is Hannah with you?” Macy asked.

Jaxon watched her pace, her tanned legs peeking out from the edge of the long tee shirt she wore.

“Well, can I speak to her?” As she listened, Macy’s eyes opened wide. “I don’t care what she’s busy doing, put her on the phone.” She paused, then said, “Never mind. Just tell her I’m coming to get her and she’d better be downstairs in the lobby and waiting.”

He wondered what Lilah’s reply would be, and then Macy spoke again. “You might be her mother, but I have custody and she walked out of here without permission. So have her ready when I get there unless you want me coming with the police.”

Silence and then, “Fine. No later than two.” She stabbed at her phone with her finger, ending the call. “Ugh. That woman is going to make me crazy, and as for my sister, Lilah said Hannah’s upset and she’ll bring her back this afternoon. I let it go.”

He patted the bed and she sat down. He slid over and began to massage her shoulders, working on the knots he found there.

Leaning forward, he whispered, “Relax. At least you know Hannah is safe.” He kissed the skin behind her ear and watched as she shivered, goose bumps prickling on her skin. “And now we have time alone, so why don’t we make the most of it?”

He felt the moment her muscles eased up and she let herself fall into the moment. Her head tipped, her hair fell forward, revealing the back of her neck, and he took advantage, running his lips over her flesh. He slipped his hands around her waist, beneath her shirt, and cupped her bare breasts.

“Mmm. You know how to make me forget my troubles.”

He chuckled, low and deep. “I aim to please,” he said, tweaking her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

She squirmed at the sensation; meanwhile his cock jerked in his boxer briefs, hard and ready for more than a slow and sensual perusal of her body. But he took his time, wanting to tease and play with her a bit before he slid inside her. Clearly she had other plans, because she turned and pushed him down onto the mattress before straddling him.

Her hands on his shoulders, she bent down and kissed him, her lips soft on his, her damp sex grinding against his straining dick. Then she rose and lifted her shirt over her head, tossing it aside, giving him a view of her breasts, her nipples red from his fingers, causing him to groan.

He hooked his fingers into her lace underwear and pulled on the thin fabric. Taking the hint, she slid off him and removed her panties while he maneuvered his boxer briefs off as well. She positioned herself, her knees on either side of his waist, and rose, a goddess with her hair hanging over her shoulders.

She grasped his cock and settled him into her, sliding down until their bodies were one. He groaned at the feel of her, tight and slick around him, and she began to glide up and down, riding him, taking control until their eyes met and sensation gave way to something more.

And in that moment, he knew. He wasn’t falling in love. He had already fallen. He was in too deep to escape and didn’t know what to do. Then she squeezed her inner walls and he groaned, lifting his hips, their bodies meeting again and again until she came, her hips rocking, her entire body spasming around him. Her climax triggered his own, and he slammed his hips upward and ground into her.

A few minutes later, she lay splayed across him, breathing heavily. “I needed that.” She rolled to the side, flipping her hair off her face.

“Any time.” He grinned, taking in the flush in her cheeks. “How about you shower and I’ll check in with Jonathan. See if he’s got any leverage on Lilah,” he said of the lawyer they’d hired.

She played with his hair, her gaze soft on his. “Are you sure you don’t want to shower with me and we can call Jonathan