“That’s it,” he encourages me, and I thrive on the sound of his voice. “I want you to come for me, Iris. Let me have this while you’re with me. Let me make you mine even if it’s only for a moment.”
His words spiral me over the edge, and I cry out his name as the orgasm hits me. My eyes close as I cling to him and ride out every last bit of the pleasure. It feels like it goes on forever before everything inside of me relaxes into a puddle of utter peace. I lie there boneless, not sure if I’ll ever be able to move again.
When his hand slips out of my panties, I find the strength to open my eyes. He’s staring at his fingers that are coated in my release, and I gasp when he brings them to his mouth and sucks them clean.
He quickly rolls off the bed and goes straight for the bathroom. He shuts the door behind him, and I hear the small shower turn on. I’m still surprised he can even fit into it.
I lie there wondering how the hell that just happened. Oh yeah. I was humping the man in my freaking sleep. I groan and pull the blankets over my head. I’d begged him to get me off and he did. Then he was out of here as quickly as possible, not wanting anything in return. I’m not sure if that’s sweet or if my pride should be bruised.
After a minute I pull the blanket back down and roll onto my side. My eyes go to the door, but I make no move to get up and try to make a run for it. I tell myself it’s because there isn’t anywhere to go on a moving train.
When I run my fingers across my lips, it’s like I can still feel his mouth on mine. That kiss was out of control. I’ve never in my life felt so needed by another person who only wanted me as I am. He didn’t want to change me into something I’m not, and I’m honestly starting to think Dutch knows me better than anyone else.
I push myself to sit up when I hear the water turn off in the bathroom. I brace myself for what’s to come because I’m certain he’s about to give me the I’m sorry, that shouldn't have happened speech.
“Iris,” Dutch says as he starts to push open the bathroom door. “We can’t…” His words trail off when his eyes meet mine.
“I know, I know.” I shake my head and stand up, doing my best to pretend I don’t give a crap. “It can’t happen again.”
Turning around, I try to search for my clothes. I can’t look at his bare chest or I might jump him again. When did I start getting so horny? It’s probably because I slept pressed up against Dutch and my body still wants more.
He grabs me and spins me around to face him, and I have to lean my head back to look up at him. I swear he’s getting more handsome by the second.
“You’re too damn beautiful. Has anyone ever told you that?” I shake my head, shocked that he said it. “I had every intention to apologize.”
“What’s changed?” I ask as he pulls me harder against him. My hands brace against his broad chest as I wait.
“I saw you.”
“What now?” I’m not sure what I want him to say, but I need to know where we go from here.
“Like I said. For the time being you’re mine.”
Chapter Eight
DUTCH
I shouldn’t go to her, I shouldn’t touch her, but there's only one word echoing inside my head, and it’s take.
Without thinking it through, I lift her off the ground and turn so that I’m sitting on the bed and she’s straddling my lap. I grab her hair and pull her head back as my mouth melds to hers. Sleeping next to her last night wasn’t a possibility. I was too fucking hard to sleep, and her curves pressed against me made it worse. Then she climbed on top of me and began to ride my shaft like it was a saddle.
I’m only so strong, and the way she begged so prettily made me want to breed her.
The tiny scrap of a towel I tied around my waist when I came out of the bathroom is pushed away by her eager fingers. She grabs my shaft with both hands, and I groan into her mouth.
“Little bit, you don’t know how to use this weapon.” I hold her wrists and wait as she looks into my eyes. “You’ll pull the trigger before it’s time.”
She bites her bottom lip, and the sight of her is so innocent. What would it be like to train her, to teach her how to please me in all the filthy ways I desire? I picture her on her knees with my cum dripping down her chin, and I smile.
“Perhaps your goal is to undo me.”
“I just want to make you feel good, like you did for me.” She shrugs as she looks at me under her lashes. “You can put it anywhere you want.”
My hands tighten on her wrists, and I growl low in my chest. “Don’t say that to me.” I lean in close and bite the shell of her ear before I lick the tender skin there. “I’ll have my cum all over you before this train stops.”
“Dutch,” she whispers, and I close my eyes tightly.
The way she says my name is like a call from a siren. I have no choice but to give her what she wants.
