“What if it helps?” she asks. “What if it sparks something? What if… by being with you… I remember who I am.”
“I don’t want to take advantage to you,” I murmur. “I can wait. For as long as it takes… I can wait.”
NINE
TAKE CONTROL
DALLAS
Lucy pauses for a moment. I want to kick my own ass for suggesting it, especially when she’s still fragile enough that she can easily take my ‘chivalry’ act as rejection. But I should’ve known better. This is the woman who decided that, after I initially pursued her, she wanted me. I might’ve flaunted my sweat-slicked chest to get her attention, but she was the one who decided our first time would be in the cab of my truck because she was too horny, too hungry, and too eager to fuck that she gave me head while I drove, ordered me to park, and climbed on my lap the second I did.
Lucy’s delicate features, heart-shaped face, and chin-length blonde hair always made her seem more innocent than she really was. So maybe she’s lost her memories for the moment. Deep down, she’s still my Luce. She’s still attracted to me—thank fucking God—and now she’s decided that she has to have me.
How do I know? Because she reaches under the sheet and, instead of playing with my dick, she wraps her fingers around mine, tugging my hand toward her. I let her, grunting out a ‘fuck’ under my breath as she slips my fingers between her thighs,trailing as much of my skin up and down her slick slit as she can reach.
“Just so you know, Dallas… you might be able to wait. I don’t think I can.”
For a second, my eyes flutter closed. The heat… knowing how wet she is… knowing that she came tometo ease her arousal. Fuck. It takes a man a whole lot stronger than Dallas Collins to turn the woman who owns his heart away like that.
“You want me, baby? Then take me.”
She squeezes my fingers. “You mean it?”
I open my eyes, searching for her in the dark. “Yeah. You’re in control. That way I won’t have to worry about hurting you?—”
“You won’t. I know you won’t.”
She has more faith in me than I do. “It’s the only way I’ll do it tonight,” I tell her. I only hope that I’m not lying about that, too. “You take the lead. Do whatever the fuck you want to me, but if you tell me to stop, I stop. Anytime. You got that?”
“Yes.”
I drop down on my back so that she understands she hascompletecontrol. Everything that happens next, it’ll be because she initiates it; it’s the only way I can convince myself that doing this when she honestly believes that I’m her husband is acceptable. It’s not. I know it’s not. But I’m so far gone that I… I just don’t give a fuck.
I’ve made mistakes. Bad decisions and, with a gun in my hand, pressed to my temples, nearly fatal fuck-ups. This might be one of the big ones that leads me to reach for my Ruger again, but until then, I’m going to enjoy the ride as long as I can.
When it comes to the Lucy I knew, I had an idea about how she’ll approach easing herself. Never one to forsake her own pleasure, I expect her to shimmy up her nightie, use the headboard to keep her in place, and sit on my face. My mouthwaters, just thinking about how she’ll taste, but that’s not what happens.
Instead, she lowers her head and kisses me, like she’s testing her welcome. As if she honestly believes that I’m only going through the motions out of some sense of duty to my broken wife. Yeah fucking right. The second her mouth touches mine, something inside me cracks wide open.
Five years of restraint. Five years of pretending I didn’t care that she was gone, that she chose another man.
Lucy starts the kiss, but even underneath her, I take complete control of it. As her lips part and I kiss her deeply, my hands go up, sliding into her hair, pulling her on top of me. And when she presses herself closer to me, the silk of that red nightdress gliding over my skin, I have to grit my teeth not to flip her onto her back and show her exactly how much I’ve missed her.
I don’t. I can’t. I told her she can do what she wants to me, and as I arch my back again, she breaks the kiss so that she can push me onto the bed.
Once I’m down, she grabs the sheet, tossing it away. I can’t tell how much she can see in the shadows of my bedroom, but her aim is fuckingimpeccable. Her fingers close around my erection, the gentle touch of her fingers against my heated skin ripping a long groan out of me.
She hisses in pleasure, a sound she echoes as she sits up, throwing her leg over my hips, straddling me. She released her hold on my hard-on as she moved, but once she’s hovering inches away from the head of my cock, she grabs it and uses it to gather all the moisture welling up in her pussy.
“That feel good, baby?” My voice is thick with lust and the amount of effort it takes not to thrust up and hope I find her entrance. “You like controlling your husband by his cock?”
“Mm.” That’s all she says.Mm.
We can do better than that. Just because I told her she can do what she wants to me, that doesn’t mean that—with her hand on my dick—I don’t get to play a little. Shifting enough to give me space without making it so that Lucy lets go of me, I pull myself up into a sitting position. My hands go immediately to her waist, pinning her where she is, squatting over me.
She’s in my lap, her tits mere inches away. I duck my head to reach one, using my teeth to nibble her erect nipple through the silk of her nightdress.
Lucy throws back her head as I bite down. Not to hurt her. Never to hurt her. But I remember how sensitive her tits are, and if she was starting to have second thoughts about fucking me, the moment I let go of her hip and squeeze her tit while still sucking it through the silky material, she shudders and I know that she’s mine.
