That’s when I hear Dallas say to Lila, “The show was spectacular. We’ll take one of everything.”
33
Dallas holdsme on his lap in the car. After he announced to Lila he was buying me one of every single item in the fashion show, he then told her we also wanted her entire available catalogue, since I packed lightly (ha). Dallas asked her to include every design she had available. Not just clothes but shoes, boots, coats, bags, accessories and anything else she could think of. When she asked if I wanted intimates too, Dallas said yes. All of it. Which is probably a good thing since I’ve moved all the way to New York without a single pair of undies.
Lila’s dressmakers measured me before Dallas and I said our goodbyes to them and Lila and Colton invited us to the family dinner at their place later in the week. Lila said the clothes would be delivered tomorrow.
I think Dallas can read in me that I’ve reached the limits of what I can handle tonight. My forcefield is short-circuiting. I’m overwhelmed by the deluge of beauty and fortune.
And I’m relieved to be alone with him. Being with him is so easy. I let him hold me and kiss me, and it’s not long until his kisses turn slippery and hungry, as though he’s starved for me. “I need my fix, Amelie Thibodeaux,” he murmurs.
The truth is,Ineedmyfix too. His kisses do what they always do to me. They melt all my resistance. I feel borderline unhinged with my need to get close to him.
We’re sealed into our private world, with the screen closed and the windows tinted.
I let him ease my dress from my shoulders and pull it over my breasts. I let him roll the silk up my body to my waist. He lets me unfasten his pants and hold his huge, hot length in my hands. I straddle him and he guides his hard thickness into me, aggressively. I’m barely even wet. I’m too overcome.
Now that I’ve gained some distance from my home, I can see so much more clearly that I’ve been trapped in my own vortex of work and loss and regret for far too long. It devastates me all over again, that it happened in the first place. And that I allowed it to drag me under with its all-consuming tow.
Dallas’s forceful possessionhurts. He’s so freakingbig. Tears wet my face. I don’t know where they’re coming from. All I know is that I need him deeper. Iwantthe pain. I writhe against him, easing myself up, then down, taking more of him. And more.
Dallas takes my full breasts in his rough hands and guides them to his mouth, sucking one flushed, sensitive nipple, then the other. He’s fully inside me now. He groans each time I grind my hips against him and squeeze him. I’m coming, despite the pain and because of it. The ache is laced with pure longing andraw need. The clenching spasms of my release are manic and wild, milking him strongly, over and over. Dallas’s growl is agonized as his cock pulses inside me, filling me with liquid warmth, setting me off again into long, shimmery waves of pleasure as more tears fall.
You’re supposed to be dealing with this, not having more unprotected sex with him,some tiny internal voice scolds, and fresh tears pool. Isthatwhy I’m crying? Or is it because I can’t resist this man and can’t be expected to. He feels like home and beauty and the kind of pleasure the very deepest parts of your soul crave beyond reason.
His tongue finds mine and I draw on it as another orgasm floods through me. My tears continue to paint warm lines down my face.
“It’s okay,” he’s whispering, wiping my tears with his fingers, kissing me. “You’re all right, baby girl. I’m here now. We’re together now. Everything’s okay.”
For now, I have no choice but to let myself believe him.
34
Dallas adjustsmy dress at least partially back into place and wraps my coat around me. Then he carries me into his luxurious building. I’m expecting opulence by now, but every new reveal blows my mind with it. The man is Midas on steroids. We take the elevator all the way to the top floor and I’m speechless when we get to his apartment.
It’s unbelievably, positively, over the top crazy-ass amazing in a way that feels almost surreal. Its vibe is old-money Tuscan villa meets New York City billionaire’s penthouse. It’s sparsely decorated but what’s here is absurdly gorgeous. Squashy, expensive-looking leather couches and ornately carved wooden furniture. Tropical plants and crystal chandeliers. There’s an outdoor area as big as the interior with stone statues and an infinite pool that looks out over all of Central Park.
“Wow, Wilder. Not too shabby.”
“We can change anything you don’t like.”
This almost makes me laugh. “I wouldn’t change a single thing.”
Dallas takes me to his enormous bed and wraps his big body around me, holding me in his bearhug. He murmurs husky words about taking care of me forever. He wipes my tears and tells me I’m going to be okay. That I’m already okay. That all the hard stuff is behind me now.
I don’t know if I am, or if it is. I’m still crying. I wrap my leg around his, inviting his hardening cock with my slippery pussy. Having him inside me is my happy place, I can’t help that. He provides more comfort than I’ve ever known. Ineedthe hot, thick, skewering pleasure of him like a drug. Orgasms are a kind of therapy. They’re a release and I can’t get enough of them. I’m addicted to the spasming rapture he so easily draws from my body.
He makes me come three more times.
Until I’m limp and wrung dry of all emotion. I’ve cried my tears and I’ve come so hard, all the angst of life, for now, has been completely washed away.
“Dally?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you okay?” I lost myself in him, totally immersed in the deluge of nearly-unendurable pleasure. I know he came again, several times, but my eyes were closed.
“Depends on what you mean by okay.”
