"Why?"
My throat goes tight. "You make me feels things I didn't think I could."
Her smoky eyes soften. She takes my hand off her hip and covers her breast with it. "Then feel more."
Her nipple hardens beneath my palm. The temptation to touch her is nearly overpowering. I hold back enough to murmur,"You've been through hell, Gemma."
"Touch me, Dallas. Make me feel safe." She leans up and kisses me again.
I can't help but sink into her touch, her taste. I gently cup her breast through the camisole, rubbing the silky fabric over her nipple, then slide my hand beneath. Jesus, she feels so good. So soft. She overflows my hand. Perfect in every way. I work my thumb over her hard nipple, feeling it pebble.
She gasps into my mouth.
The tight control I’ve held my entire life snaps at the small sound.
I lift her into my arms and carry her to the bed, laying her down on the end. Kneeling between her thighs, I strip the top off her body, revealing her breasts to my hungry gaze.
"You have no idea what you’re doing to me." I wrap my lips around one nipple and palm her other breast.
Gemma squirms beneath me letting out a breathy sigh.
I switch to the other breast, licking and sucking her until the peak is red, then switching back.
Her hips buck, pressing against mine. Seeking relief. Needing my touch.
I kiss her lips, then trail my mouth down between her breasts, working my way lower until I reach the waist of those tiny damn shorts.
"Look at me, Gemma."
Her eyelids lift on eyes glazed with pleasure.
"You want me to taste you."
Her hips move. "Yes."
"Say it." I need to know she's with me. That she wants thisfrom me.
"I want you to lick me, Dallas. Please."
Goddamn that sounds sexy coming from her mouth.
I slowly draw the shorts down her hips and off her body. To my delight, she's not wearing any panties. Her mound is trim and wet with desire.
Pushing her thighs wide, I wedge my shoulders between them and lay her back on the bed, breathing deep. Her scent is heady, like vanilla and the honey that is all Gemma. "You're going to come for me, Gemma. I need to feel you let go."
She squirms beneath my gaze. "Please. Touch me."
My heart trips a beat.
She’s choosing me.
She’s mine.
I won’t waste that gift.
Lowering my head, I part her sweet folds. She's dripping for me. Fuck, that’s hot. I slowly swipe my tongue through her folds from bottom to top, taking in the taste that is all Gemma.
She grips my hair and pulls me tighter, crying out. "Oh god. Your beard feels amazing down there."
