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“Dash,” I gasp, speechless.
“I’ve already lived through hell watching you in another man’s arms while wishing you were mine, Bianca. I won’t survive it again.”
His confession tilts my reality and my heart feels like it’ll beat out of my chest. He doesn’t need to say it but I know he’s talking about Niall. Dash desiring me all those years ago isn’t something I could’ve imagined in a million years, if that’s what he’s implying.
He felt so out of my league with his broody glares and quiet intensity that I was sure he hated me for living in his home with his stepbrother whom he despised.
“You wanted me?” I ask, whispering and searching for the truth in his face.
“How could I not? You’re perfect, kitten. But you were in love with Niall.”
“You hated him.”
“Because all you ever saw was him, while I all ever saw was you.” Our foreheads touch when he bends and cups the back of my neck, his thumb tracing languidly. “It took seven years and a fake relationship but I finally have you, for however long it lasts.”
The last part is said for my sake but I know he doesn’t mean it. It’s written in his piercing gaze he intends to keep me and for some bizarre reason, it doesn’t frighten me.
Today has been nothing but an emotional roller coaster.
The adrenaline is still pumping in my bloodstream and as long as we’re here, the last thing I want to do is sort out my new and messy new feelings. I want to live in our flirty bubble a little longer because once we get back home, reality will be waiting for us.
“Where are we going, Dash?” I ask curiously instead.
Does Paris have opera shows? The way we’re dressed, I feel like we’re going to one.
“It’s a surprise,” is all he says in my ear before kissing the side of my neck and straightening to his full height.
My skin tingles where his lips were. It’s like he knows all my secret spots that are meant to madden a woman with lust.
“You’re not even going to give me a hint?” I half complain.
“It’s a party.”
“Really? I couldn’t tell.”
He chuckles. Intertwining our fingers, he pulls me out of the bedroom and together we walk out of our suite, then to the elevator. Inside, he cages me in the corner and runs the back of his knuckle down my arm, raising goosebumps in its wake.
“You look like a dream, kitten.” His voice is husky. “I can’t take my eyes off you.”
Just one compliment and he turns me all mushy inside. “You look handsome too, Dash.”
“Want to know what I love most about this dress?” he says, low and rough. With one hand resting above my head, the other moves from my arm to the top of my thigh visible through the slit, and he glides the pad of his finger up and down.
“What?” I whisper, anchored by his stare.
“That I can touch this anytime.” His roaming hand inches underneath my skirt through the slit and he cups my pussy, grinding against my clit. I bury my face in his chest as he traces a single finger between my folds over the thong until it’s soaked with my wetness.
“Dash.” I moan.
“Take off your panties.”
I shiver at his demand and stare at him with wide eyes. “Why?”
“Because I want your cunt bare all night long.” He drags the tip of his finger to my center and pushes in, making me clench involuntarily. “If I’m in the mood to play with it, I want nothing in between. So take it off or I’m ripping it.”
His hand disappears and he waits, stern and patiently.
A trill courses through me and I do as he asks while my cheeks flame. I feel naughty as I inch my fingers underneath and slowly glide the thong down my thighs. Dash watches raptly while I pray the elevator doesn’t stop at a random floor, getting me caught. The second it’s off, he takes it from my hand and slides the lace inside his pocket.
