While she was still trying to puzzle out her tangle of desires and needs and feelings about Dallas’s take-charge manner, he lowered his finger to her nipple. Instantly, a tingle burst into sensual song. The shiver deepened until it nipped her breast with invisible teeth. A gasp broke free as she struggled for equilibrium.
“Breathe,” he whispered and gave her other nipple the same slow application of cream. “Take deep, slow breaths for me.”
His blue eyes held reassurance and she threw herself in the direction of gut instinct. She wanted to trust him even though he was the enemy. If she hadn’t pushed this, flirted with him, she’d be sitting in front of the fire having a civil conversation while counting the minutes until the storm abated.
She sucked in a breath and released it on a sigh. His approval shone on his face, even though he didn’t say anything. Another breath. The prickles of heat coalesced to a big, shining ball of want. Crazy want. Torturous want.Desperatewant.
“That’s it,” he whispered.
Dallas smoothed a lock of her hair away from her face, the gesture tender and strangely disconcerting. Laura couldn’t help but trust him. The last lingering traces of her reserve floated away. Although time would have to prove it to her, instinct informed her Dallas O’Grady was a good man.
He dropped a swift kiss on her smiling lips, one that left her craving more of his touches. He tweaked her nipple with finger and thumb, the shooting ache pulling a gasp from deep in her throat. At the same time, he slipped a hand between her legs, fingers skimming her clit. This time her gasp was loud, surprised. His finger bore remnants of the cream, and on contact, her secret places jumped to a salute.
When she hungered for more, his fingers and his mouth, he drew back. Her flesh prickled, a combination of cool air and urgency doing a rumba through her veins.
“Dallas?”
“I know, sweetheart. Let me get a condom.” His husky voice reassured her, as did the casual touch of his hand at her hip. The mattress shifted under his weight.
Laura didn’t move a muscle. Instead, she listened to her body in a way she’d never done before Dallas. A pulse of energy gathered low in her belly while acute anticipation quick-stepped through her mind.Dallas. She’d never wanted a man with the same urgency she wanted Dallas.
He returned and moved over her, caging her between his hard body and the mattress while holding his weight on his forearms. Such sexy arms. His biceps bulged with strength. He made her feel dainty, even though no one could call her a waif. He made her feel confident. Sexy.He made her want.
“Are you ready?” His breath was warm against her ear.
“Yes.”
With casual ease, he guided his cock to her and in one determined thrust, he filled her. He sighed, his mouth capturing hers, his tongue plunging into her mouth while his heavy cock throbbed deep inside her pussy. When she thought he’d start moving, he stayed in place, the base of his cock notched against her pulsing clit. The dragging tension had gone on a quick holiday, and she wriggled, trying to move, trying to get him to move.
“Stop. Do that again and the spanking you have in your future will happen a lot sooner.”
She froze, part of her shocked at the whoosh of heat on hearing his promise, because it was a statement of intention. Nothing namby-pamby about his declaration.
A spanking.
While she’d never thought of smacking as sexual, maybe she’d been too hasty. She stilled, almost desperate to see where sex with Dallas would lead. When she didn’t move again, he settled in to kiss her again. A slow seduction, the tangling of mouths, the nip of her bottom lip. The man had a great repertoire, and she settled back to enjoy and follow his lead. It was liberating—this giving of control to Dallas.
Who knew?
When she didn’t try to direct proceedings again, he started to move in measured, decisive strokes. The perfect blend of forceful and caring. She soared under his guidance, thrust into a world of stormy desire and freedom. Like a bird, she swooped and glided. Exhilaration swelled, blooming into something more, something bigger. Better.
He slipped a finger between their bodies, heading unerringly for her needy clit. One touch and pleasure jumped her like a mythical beast. She came in hard spasms, her moan rippling through the bedroom. He kissed her neck, heat emanating off his hard frame. Then he quickened his strokes—still measured but faster as if he were racing to a goal. A second mini explosion caught her, tossed her in a choppy sea of bliss.
He groaned, the masculine sound bringing a sense of achievement, and he powered into her now, quick, erratic digs before he stilled, his heartbeat a drum against her ribs.
Long moments later, he rolled off her, parting their sweaty bodies. He dealt with the condom, setting it on the floor before turning back to her. To her surprise, he drew her into his arms and cuddled her against his chest, running his hand in comforting strokes up and down her back.
Her previous lovers had always raced to leave once they’d got their rocks off. Dallas seemed content to hold her, touch her. How cool. She enjoyed this part. A lot.
If the rest of the weekend continued on this track, he might spoil her for other men.
