“And I’ll take care of you.” Like it’s a game we’re playing, an in-the-moment volley of niceties you’re supposed to offer because we’re now alone together.
“You’ll see, Amelie Thibodeaux,” I tell her.
“If you say so, Dallas Wilder,” she whispers.
I kiss her, opening her lips with mine. The combined effect of my ramping-up-by-the-minute addiction to her, my need to convince her that I’m for real, and my lust-on-fucking-steroids, I am so hungry for her I have to force myself to go slow. She’s so beautiful and she tastes so damn good, I’m losing my mind.
My tongue tangles with hers until she’s gasping.
She touches her tongue to my bottom lip, arching against me. My hard-on is fucking colossal at this point and the touch of her body against it makes me groan.
“I love this dress on you, Boo, but it needs to come off.” My mouth takes hers greedily as I unzip her dress and peel it off, easing her shoes off in the process.
All she’s wearing is a tiny white cotton G-string.
“Holy fuck, baby girl.”
I have to take a few seconds just to stare at how fucking insanely gorgeous she is. Her breasts are full and high, milky white with rosy nipples.
“I’ll take care of you,” I murmur, kissing her mouth, her neck, taking her breasts in my hands, drawing light circles around her nipples, teasing them until they’re taut and pink.
I take one in my mouth and lick her, dizzy with the sublime fucking taste of her, like honey-peach-nirvana. I suck and play until her hands are in my hair and she’s moaning my name.
“Right here, baby. You ready for me to kiss you everywhere?”
From her moans and her gasps I know I could make her come just like this but I’m too feral to taste her as she comes.
I kiss a line down her stomach, holding her down as she squirms.
“Dallas. Dallas.”
“Hold still, Boo. You’re going tolovethis. That’s my good girl.”
“Dallas, you can’t?—”
“I can, baby. And I have to. You’re so fucking beautiful. You’re mine.”
I peel off her tiny panties with my teeth. Then I force her legs wider. I’m in awe and I’m in love. Her pussy is like a nectar-moistened flower. Ludicrously enticing. As though she walked straight out of my wildest fantasy and into my life.
She exhales a surrendering sigh, going limp and submissive as I eat into her like she’s a ripe, sweet, exotic fruit.
My mouth latches, my tongue circling her clit as I bathe her pussy in warm strokes, sucking on her like a man possessed. My fingers slide into the moisture, teasing into her tightness as she moans. I can feel the flutter of her orgasm starting and I sync the slide of my fingers and the greedy suction of my mouth in a deep, insistent rhythm. I am the happiest I have ever been in my life.
She cries out my name as the pleasure tips her over the edge, her pussy tugging around my fingers as she comes on my tongue and it’s official: my addiction is the most savage thing that’s ever happened to me.
I want her. I love her. I’ll kill to keep her. She’s mine.
24
“Dallas. Dallas.”It takes a while for the waves to calm and for my awareness to float back down to something resembling earth.
He takes his time, licking my clit lazily, easing me into another deep ripple of bliss. Then he kisses his way up my body, sucking on my nipples until I think I might come again. He lays himself onto me. He kisses my mouth.
I weave my fingers through his hair, grabbing handfuls of the thick silk of it. I need him. I need to hold onto him.
“You’re okay,” I hear him murmur. “I’m here. I’ll take care of you.”
As a stranger, Dallas Wilder might be described as the strong, silent type. Aloof and untouchable. But here, he’s both rough and insistent—andkind. Heistaking care of me. Against all odds, I feel safe with him. Safer than I ever have, if I’m being honest.
