Dalton carefully guides me to the embankment, where Grady and Levi are. Levi has one foot on the ice, like he was about to charge out after us. Sophia stands on the other side of the street, holding both of her kids close.
“You okay?” Levi asks as soon as we’re safely on solid ground.
I nod as Dalton says, “I need to get him warm. Help me get him into the house.”
I’m only vaguely aware of Levi taking my other arm. Arnie watches us from the porch the whole time, and I can’t help leaning into Dalton as we pass him. I’m scared that maybe he recognizes me from the club. It would be possible since I do my best to block everyone out, and I don’t remember faces.
“Watch your step,” Levi warns softly as move into the house. They guide me up the stairs and into the bathroom attached to the guest bedroom.
“I’ve got him from here,” Dalton says, reaching into the shower to turn the water on.
The door clicks shut, and then it’s just the two of us in here. My teeth are chattering, and it feels like my insides are shaking. Like I’ll never be warm again.
Dalton strips my coat off—his coat. The one I’ve been borrowing since we got here because I don’t have my own. He strips his off and leaves it on the floor, along with his shoes.
He takes my boots and socks off, then guides me under the water with the rest of my clothes on. I cry out when the warmth hits my skin. It’s like a thousand tiny knives digging into me.
“I know,” Dalton murmurs, easing me further under the spray. “Just give it a minute, Sam. You’ll feel warm again.”
My body shakes as he tugs my sweater off and drops it to the floor of the shower, then the T-shirt I had on underneath. His fingers feel too warm at first, but by the time he moves to the button on my jeans, I feel a little better.
He slides my jeans and boxers down my legs, then helps me step out of them.
“You’re okay,” he breathes, wrapping his arms around me, holding me tight against him under the warm water. “You’re going to be okay.”
I press my face against his chest. His sweater is slowly growing heavier with the weight of water, but he makes nomove to take it off. Not until the shivers wracking my body have stopped.
He pulls away to look at my face, his eyes searching mine. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah, thank you for pulling me out so quickly.”
“You saved Kelly.” His voice is quiet, full of gratitude. But just like with putting my life on hold for Nathan, it was the right thing to do. I couldn’t have lived with myself if I hadn’t gotten her safe first.
“Sam.” Dalton leans forward and brushes his lips with mine. This is different from when we kissed in the coffee shop. Back then, I was aware of the people around us and painfully aware that I hadn’t kissed a guy in five years.
Now, I can focus on how good it feels to have his mouth on mine, listen to the moan he makes when his tongue slides against mine. One of his hands slides up my neck, his thumb resting against my pulse point. He sucks on my lower lip, and the hunger I can feel he has for me is intoxicating.
He pulls away to strip his sweater and shirt off, dropping them to join mine on the floor. “I was so worried about you,” he says before reaching out to pull me close again. I love the way his chest presses into mine, how I can feel his heartbeat so clearly.
He grabs my ass, bringing our bodies so close together that my cock presses against his slacks. He grinds against me, and I gasp at the sensation. There’s something about the fabric between us that makes it feel hotter. Forbidden in some sense.
His hands move across my ass, grasping my cheeks to spread them open. Then I feel his finger pressing against my entrance.
I whine when he teases me with just the tip, and I can’t help rubbing against him, seeking friction. My cock is hard and leaking, recovered fully from the horrible ice bath I took moments ago.
“Not yet,” Dalton pants. “Not until you’re in my bed.”
I shake my head because I don’t think there’s any way I’m going to last that long, not when his finger is sliding deeper into me, the tip brushing against my prostate.
I grip his hips and rub against him with fervor, desperation spurring me on. Everything else seems to fade away, and I focus on nothing but my cock grinding against his body and the finger he has pressed inside me.
When I come, I can’t do anything but press my face into his neck and shiver from the aftershocks. My spend coats his stomach and the front of his pants. My hole convulses around his finger over and over, and he doesn’t pull it out until my body’s gone limp.
“Good boy,” Dalton murmurs. “Now I’ll have plenty of time to get you ready for me.”
I don’t know how much time I can give him. I’m pretty sure I’ll be hard again in less than a minute. I’ll be desperate to have him inside me.
Dalton leaves our clothes piled in the shower stall and grabs two towels. I dry off and wrap it around my waist before following him into the bedroom. My legs still feel a little shaky from my orgasm, so I sit on the edge of the bed while Dalton unzips his suitcase. He pulls out a bottle of lube and a condom, and my heartbeat stutters.
