“Why do you think we get along so well?” I asked, knowing anytime I brought us up, Dash lost focus on anything else. Besides, since Dash was always,always, on my mind, I’d been wondering about that question for the last few days.
The times of guarding my words, considering each one from every possible angle before saying them out loud was in the past. At least where Dash was concerned. He started for me until he reached my outstretched hand, allowing him to be drawn against my chest. We cozied up every time we were alone together. His body came flush against mine, his arm circling my shoulders, our faces inches apart. Love was such a beautiful connection.
“You know the answer,” Dash stated. “We’re a perfect match. Destined to be together.”
“Hmm, I guess so,” I teased, playfully poking at my guy’s theories.
“You guess. How do you guess? It’s clear. Couldn’t be clearer,” Dash shot back, not exactly calling me clueless, but his tone said it all.
I chuckled, sending the water lapping around us. “So how was your day? You were on the phone when I got home.”
“Fine.” His brow wrinkled as he circled back. “Why am I always the one to see we’re meant to be? It’s been obvious since the first day we met.”
“I was messin’ with you. You were fumin’ about your hair, so I switched the topic,” I explained. My tiptoes reached the bottom of the pool, allowing me to use both arms to wrap around him. Dash’s legs circled my hips, aligning our cocks. Where he’d seemed chill with the physical distraction between us, I still struggled with the passion swirling throughout my body, all the damned time.
“You picked a subject that fires me up more?” Yep, the tone sharpened. He was going to make a great trial lawyer. In direct contrast to what was coming out of his mouth, his hold around my neck grew firmer, drawing us closer.
“So, how was your day, really?”
“It’s still fine. Better when you come home. I’m not looking forward to the holidays. I watch the clock waiting for you,” Dash admitted, reiterating the same complaint of every day.
“You’re really uppin’ the ante for a casual conversation.” I waggled my brows, hoping he understood I was teasing. “Have you told your family about us?”
“No, I’m keeping us in a bubble. I asked Chandler not to say anything.” His warm breath sent faint foggy clouds in my direction. I’d moved us farther into the shallow end and bent my knees until only our heads stuck out of the water. “I want a favor.”
The set of his eyes begged me to understand, signaling what was about to come. Dash encouraged my versatility on thedaily—several times a day. Over the last week or so, his pleas had taken on a determined edge. I wasn’t certain my pleasure mattered as much as Dash’s desire to feel me surrounding him. To understand the intense satisfaction of being balls deep inside the one you love.
“You want me to bottom,” I answered.
Dash planted a happy smooch, both long and wet, on my lips. It reminded me of the gold stars my mom used to use when I was young. “My fella’s so smart. The water will help. I have lube on the lounger. I promise to go slow.” His charming, handsome, happy face was as irresistible as always.
I’d already decided to throw in the towel, surrender to the lure, but negotiating was essential in the give and take of our relationship. “If I do this, I want to contribute to the bills around here. Let me handle the utilities. And you cash my mom’s check—it’s my inheritance. I want to pay for my truck.”
His hungry gaze locked on my lips. “Money’s not an issue for us. We’re covered. The truck came from an account I’ve been saving money in for a long time. I see myself as the provider. Let me provide.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but Dash turned it into an electrifying moment when his head suddenly angled and dipped, our lips colliding. He executed the perfect dance as we battled for dominance, working us closer to the loungers. He’d managed to take us from zero to a million in two heartbeats.
We moved instinctually. The kiss left me breathless, a beautiful devastation. For him, it was a calculated move—a means to an end. My end. He guided me to the shallowest part of the pool, the lounge ledge, and guided me onto my belly. His touches were both possessive and tender.
“I’ll make this good for you.” His statement hung in the air, charged with anticipation. He deftly removed my swim trunks, followed by his own. The water’s warm embrace added to thesolid grip desire had on me. “New rule. When we’re alone, we don’t wear clothes.”
Words escaped me as his fingers lightly traced my crease before slipping inside. Desire pulsed through every fiber of my body when his thumb began circling my hole. He applied pressure, and I surrendered to the intoxicating sensation.
I gave myself over to the feeling. My ass became the focal point of my body. Only when I opened my eyes and glanced back to look at him did I realize how much this meant to him.
I pivoted to my back and drew him into my arms, kissing him like my life depended on our intimacy. Then his thumb pushed past my barrier. The latch I had on his mouth, released. A sigh escaped. My gaze shot to Dash’s, desperately needing to share this moment with him. I took all of his thumb inside me and felt the exact instant he found my gland.
Oh fuck me. I was instantly lightheaded. My balls churned. I didn’t come, which was shocking. My entire body hummed, wanting in on the action of this release. I’d never felt anything like it before. The intense pressure was all encompassing, running from the tip of my toes to the top of my head.
He grinned seconds before applying pressure, rubbing back and forth over the insanely sensitive bundle of nerves. Even after all the sex we’d shared, my orgasm was ready to fucking go. “I can see it on your face. It feels amazing, doesn’t it?”
I dropped my head between my shoulder blades as I huskily whispered, “Fuck yeah.” They were the only intelligible words I could think to say.
The connection we shared was pure electricity, charged with something deeper, more substantial. The crisp night air wrapped around us. Dash’s lips came back to mine, soft and insistent, tracing my mouth. Man, I liked when he licked me. They gave me a silent plea to let him back inside, and I did.His thumb never left my ass, relaxing me open while providing immense pleasure.
“Let’s go inside and do this the right way,” Dash said, barely lifting from my mouth.
His words sizzled in the air around me. Lust hung heavy. My hips rolled against Dash’s hand.
