I relax into his arms and nod.
“Now, be a good girl and come home with me.”
My stomach clenches, and suddenly Philip and his stupid white teeth no longer matter.
Dorian sweeps me into his arms and carries me to the truck, taking me home.
The cabin is a little cool when we arrive, so he lights a fire, then settles on the couch and pulls me into his lap.
I watch the fire catch and lay my head on his shoulder, finally giving voice to all the worries in my heart.
“I don’t know what to do, Dorian. Now that her house is in ruins, and you might go to Montana…”
He strokes my back in a soothing circle.
“I don’t know where I belong.”
“What about Denver?” he asks quietly.
Yesterday, I thought that old Victorian was the answer. But looking at the burnt remains in the cold light of dawn, I realized that my safe place was gone, and no matter how long I lived there, Denver would never be home. “I found you again. I don’t want to go back.”
Dorian freezes.
“The only place that feels right, is with you.”
“Lisette.” He traces my cheek with his fingers, his touch feather-light.
Gathering my courage, I meet his gaze and say the thing that terrifies me most. “I love you, Dorian. I always have. If… if you decide to go to Montana, would you take me with you?”
His eyes squeeze closed, then he gathers me against his chest. “You’re mine, Lisette. I’m not going anywhere without you.”
His kiss is hard and passionate. Full of the same fierce love I’m feeling.
“Even the bedroom?” I ask between kisses.
“Especially there.”
Then he lifts me in his arms and carries me to bed.
It’s different this time.
Dorian slides me down the length of his body until my feet touch the floor. We remove each other’s clothes, exploring every inch revealed. And when we crawl beneath the sheets, he takes his time, teasing me with his lips and beard.
Then he settles between my thighs, using his hands and mouth to set me on fire. But it’s his love that burns brightest.
At last, he crawls up my body, and I feel the weight of his hard length between my thighs. His hair slips free of its tie and falls around us like a curtain, shutting out the rest of the world, until there’s only the two of us. He presses just the tip to my entrance, and capturing my lips in a tender kiss, pushes inside.
I gasp against his mouth, taking every inch. It feels like he’s finally come home. To me.
Our eyes lock as he begins to thrust in long, steady strokes. He drives me to the edge of pleasure, then slows his pace, only to push me higher. Again and again until I’m clawing his back.
“More,” I plead.
“Come for me, Lisette,” he whispers in my ear as he slides a hand between our bodies. “Be my good girl.”
“Dorian!”
He pinches my nipple, and the orgasm rips through me. My walls clamp down on his length, and he roars out his release, calling my name.
