We made love sometime in the early morning just before dawn and I’m still full of his cum, which makes it easy for him to ease his thickness silkily inside me, sliding deep. I arch back, taking all of him. He feels so good there’s no reason to deny him anything he wants.
Dallas fucks me slowly at first, drawing the pleasure out of me as his hot, ridged thickness drives in, and in, as he takes me from behind.
It doesn’t take long before he’s tipping me into yet another full-body climax that racks through me lusciously—and so strongly all I can do is moan his name as my inner muscles work him hard and sweet until he’s pumping me full of his own throbbing bursts.
He’s still breathing hard, his weight heavily over me as he begins to recover. His fingers tease me into another lush orgasm that milks his softening cock in a wet, erotic rhythm. He likes doing this. Coming inside me, then making me come again. If I didn’t know better, I’d say Dallas and my inner sex goddess are in cahoots, both determined to get as much of hisseedas deep into me as it’s possible to do.
I go limp and Dallas kisses my face and smooths my hair, murmuring sweet words into my ear that I know are designedto calm me and coax me without spooking me.I love how you feel, baby girl. You were made for me. I’m going to take such good care of you. You know that, right? Don’t you worry about a single thing. I’ll take care of everything.
Dallas pulls himself from my body. He helps me up, guiding me to the shower. Rivulets of wetness trickle down my thighs.
I let him shampoo my hair and soap me up.
“This is all so crazy,” I comment blithely, thinking about how, normally, on a Monday morning I’d have started my housecleaning shift hours ago.
He looks down at me. His eyelashes are spiked in a starburst pattern and he looks so brawny and handsome it takes my breath away. He really is the most masculinely beautiful man. “It is crazy. It’s also the sanest thing I’ve ever done. Angel girl?”
“Yeah?”
“There’s nothing to be scared of.”
“I’m not scared.”
“We’re going to finish our shower and get dressed. Then we’re going to go to your apartment and pack up whatever you need for New York.”
I haven’t told him about my “apartment” or lack thereof. “There’s nothing I need.”
He blinks at me with those wet eyelashes. “Nothing?”
I hold up my hand and show him the ring I wear on the pointer finger of my right hand. “This is the only thing I have that’s worth anything. My mother’s wedding ring.” It’s a plain gold band and I never take it off. “This is all that’s left. There are a couple half-finished paintings but no one will bother them. Ilive in a storage room. And I’m the only one with a key. Not even Ellen has one.”
He pauses. “You live in the hotel?”
It hardly matters if I tell him at this point. “Yes. I bunk in an old storage room. That’s where I’ve been living since …” Weirdly, it doesn’t feel so painful to say it this time. “… since soon after my father died before he even hit the floor.”
Dallas’s expression is hard to read. At first he’s a little shocked, maybe. Then pissed off. Then sort of … rabidly protective. “Amelie.”
“Dallas.” I can’t help being almost sassy about it. He’s using his I-rule-the-world billionaire’s voice and it makes me want to tease him and bring him back down to the realm of reality I inhabit.
“You’ve had a hard time, and the way you’ve handled it is nothing short of heroic. But you’re okay now. I meant it when I said that I’m here for you now. You’re mine. And I’m not going anywhere.”
You’re minehits me in a lot of ways, and none of them are easy to name or to process. “Except to New York,” I point out.
“Yes,” he says gently, “and you’re coming with me. You already agreed to it and it would break Sadie’s heart if you backed out now. You know it would.”
I bite my lip, getting the feeling he’s using the whole Sadie angle to his advantage. Which I can’t exactly be mad about, but still. “True. But?—”
Dallas puts two fingers gently to my lips. “There’s always a ‘but’ with you. I can see why Sadie was so shocked when you actually said yes. Remember: I’m going to be with you thewhole time. The limo is already waiting for us. We’ll take the jet, you’ll stay with me for a week and if you don’t like it, I’ll take you to Sadie’s sister’s place. That’s never going to happen, but the option is theoretically there for you to find whatever comfort in it you need to.” He kisses me, like he can’t help himself. “Tonight I have a surprise for you I think you’re going to like.”
“What surprise?”
“That’s the thing about surprises. They’re surprising. You’ll find out when we get there.”
“I don’t like surprises, Wilder.”
Dallas smiles at my suddenly-surly attitude. “You’ll like this one.”
I glare up at him even though there’s no reason to. I’m just … the whole thing is so overwhelming.
