Page 56 of Have To Be Mine

“No,” I said quickly. “I don’t let someone else…” I gestured vaguely between us.

Understanding dawned on his face. “You don’t let go.”

“I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.” He kissed me softly. “I’ve got you. I promise.”

I wanted to believe him. Wanted to trust that I could give up control for just this one night and not lose myself completely. But it was terrifying.

“Krista.” He cupped my face in his hands, forcing me to look at him. “Do you trust me?”

Did I? This man who’d driven me crazy for days with his irresponsibility and his charm and his complete disregard for schedules? Did I trust him?

“Yes,” I whispered, surprising myself with the honesty of it.

“Then let me take care of you.”

I closed my eyes and forced myself to relax. I stopped trying to direct what happened next. It went against every instinct I had, but I did it. I wanted to know what it was like to be a normal woman. The second I surrendered, everything changed.

Dash kissed me again, taking his time, exploring my mouth with a thoroughness that made me dizzy. His hands moved over my body, learning what made me gasp and how to make me arch into his touch. He kissed down my neck, my collarbone, and then feasted on my breasts like a man starving. And then he moved lower.

Heat spiraled through my body in a slow, lazy swirling sensation. Every nerve ending was on fire. When his hand slipped into the waistband of my shorts, I nearly came off the bed.

“Easy,” he murmured against my skin. “I’ve got you.”

He unfastened my shorts and slid them down my legs, tossing them aside. I was left in just my cotton underwear. Thank God they didn’t quite fit into granny panty territory, but they were close. The way he looked at me made me feel like I was wearing the finest lingerie money could buy.

“Beautiful,” he said again.

His hand moved over my stomach, my hip, the inside of my thigh. I was trembling now, my breath coming in short gasps. When his fingers finally found the damp cotton between my legs, I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped.

“That’s it,” he said. “Let me hear you.”

He stroked me through the fabric, slow and deliberate, building the pressure until I was squirming beneath him. Then his hand slipped inside my underwear and touched me directly. I saw stars.

I grabbed his shoulders, needing something to anchor me. This was too much. Too intense. I’d never felt anything like this before. Every other sexual experience I had paled in comparison to what Dash was doing to me right now.

And he wasn’t even naked. I wasn’t sure I would survive him. But I was certainly willing to try.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

I forced my eyes open. He was watching me with an intensity that should have made me uncomfortable but instead made everything more intense. I couldn’t look away.

His finger slid inside me, and he found all the right spots that made my hips buck off the bed. He added pressure, changed the angle, and suddenly I was right there on the edge.

“Dash,” I gasped.

“I know. Let go.”

The orgasm hit me like a freight train. I cried out, my body arching, my hands clutching at him desperately. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me, more intense than anything I’d ever experienced. I was certain I blacked out for a few seconds. He worked me through it, drawing it out until I was boneless and trembling beneath him.

When I finally came back to myself, I realized I was crying. Not sobbing, just tears streaming down my face. I was embarrassed until I saw the look on Dash’s face. He wasn’t laughing or looking smug. He looked at me kindly.

“You okay?” he asked softly.

I nodded slightly. “Yeah.”

He kissed me gently, sweetly, then rolled onto his side next to me. I could feel how hard he was, pressing against my hip through his boxer briefs. He wanted more. I wanted more. But something made me pause.