His head lifts to gaze into my eyes. "You're mine, baby. If you want to leave me, just say the words. But don't ever think for even one heartbeat that I would leave you. Not for your shifty father, not for my asshole uncle, not for anyone."
His hands are already under my shirt, caressing my stomach, my sides, my breasts. I cannot get over how he seems to worship every inch of my body. "I need you, Bridget. You're my sweet baby."
My mouth opens, yet only fluttery, ragged breath escapes.
"I love you, Bridget. I think I've known from the first second you sort of glared at me in the rain that there was a spark between us."
The world stops. The clock in the dining room ticks and Dash's elbow makes the couch creak a bit as I stare into his warm brown eyes.
"I love you, too." I've never been so sure of anything.
The relief that washes across his face almost makes me tear up. Then he kisses me again, both of us giving in to the lust that ramps up immediately.
He sighs as my palm slips up his back, then he blocks my hands. "I'm still all sweaty from work. Let me take a quick shower first, then I need to taste you. Okay?"
The way he says 'need' instead of 'want' sends shivers up my spine.
We sit up, his arm still around me as he brushes the hair from my face. "What's that look for?"
It was time to be brave. I want to be comfortable with him, naked, with no covers, in the bright lights of the bathroom. I know I can be myself around Dash. "Um, I was wondering. Could I help?"
"You want to help me shower?"
"Yes."
His eyes light up. "That's my girl." Grabbing my hand, he leads me upstairs, straight into the small blue room with white tiles. I pull an elastic from my pocket, quickly tying up my hair in a messy bun.
Dash unbuttons my shirt, grunting to himself like a caveman. "Tiny buttons no work with lumberjack hands." Once he drapes it over the towel rack, he grumbles, "And pretty bras keep the sexy boobs away from me. Grr."
I love that he's being silly to stop me from feeling self-conscious. Yet another caring gesture. Once I'm naked, I reach out to pull off his t-shirt. He reaches over to start the shower, dropping his pants.
"I really do need a few seconds," he grins, stepping in. Ogling him through the glass shower door as he runs a bar of soap around his sculpted body, I feel my nipples tighten.
Damn. That unbelievably beautiful creature is mine.
Stepping in behind him, my hands run up his slick back, then I massage his shoulders for a moment. "Mmm, that feels amazing. You're hired."
"You need a personal masseuse?" I laugh.
He turns, and I gasp at how hard he is. His thick cock looks even bigger in this bright light. "I need you." He pulls me under the hot water jets, already taking control.
It's dreamlike – the heat, the steam, the way his hands are everywhere at once. His thick fingers between my legs are urgent, spreading me, opening me, making sure that I'm readyfor him. "I need you to climb me like a tree," Dash grins, squeezing my behind firmly as he pulls me against him.
"Um, there are a lot of heart wrenching country songs we could write, but the two of us perishing in a freak shower accident is not one of them."
My laugh turns to a gasp when two wet fingers glide inside me. He bends down slightly so that my arms can circle his neck, breasts pressing against his chest as my nipples ache with desire. I can't silence my slight whine as he removes his fingers.
"When I lift you, wrap your legs around me."
It's wildly sexy when he gives me commands, sending dark wisps of lust through my soul. "Up." As his deep voice echoes off the tile, I'm lifted, my back against the wall. Just as my thighs wrap around him, ankles locking behind him, his huge, thick shaft slips halfway inside my needy pussy.
We both moan, shifting and adjusting until I'm securely pinned. Most of the water is hitting his back, with just enough splashing around him to keep me warm.
Dash's eyes gaze into mine as he brushes the damp hair from my forehead, his other hand securely under my ass. For a second I worry that I'm too heavy for him to hold me like this, but he's so darn strong that it's clearly not an issue.
"My hot, beautiful baby." His voice is a dark whisper. "You feel so perfect around me."
Every long, slow stroke is more seductive than the last, the deliberate rolls of his hips touching me precisely where I need it. Fingers digging into his shoulder muscles, I feel every tension, every fear drift away as we rock together silently for several minutes.
