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“Two years?” I repeat in disbelief. How could this completely gorgeous man not have been jumped by some woman within two whole years? Are the women in San Diego blind? Then a horrible thought hits me. “They don’t, ah, expire, do they?”
“Not for another three years. We’re good to go.” He begins to push into my body, just a little, then retreats. “I think I was waiting for you, Red,” he says, almost thoughtfully, then slides in again, deeper this time.
I gasp—whether it’s at his words or the burning sensation, I’m not sure. He immediately withdraws, almost all the way out, then plunges inside again. A cry tears from my lips and he freezes.
“Please, don’t stop,” I whisper, lifting my hips, trying to pull him deeper.
With a groan, Dash sinks home and my hips lift in welcome. The stinging eases quicker than I would’ve thought and I think that has everything to do with Dash and the way he’s moving his body. Slow, heavy thrusts. He’s being careful, holding himself back, and all I want is for him to let loose. To fracture alongside me.
But he maintains an iron control, making sure he doesn’t hurt me, keeping his strokes even, almost…tender. Balancing on an elbow, he grips my hip, guiding it, bringing me into a rhythm with him. “Move with me, Red,” he rasps. “Yeah, just like that. Good girl,” he breathes and rewards me by dipping a hand between our bodies and finding my swollen clit.
A breathy cry escapes from between my lips as he begins to slowly circle the bundle of nerves, applying just the right amount of pressure. Once again, my eyes roll back and the pleasure begins to build.
“Say something in Italian,” he whispers.
My release is rushing at me, my limbs trembling, and I can barely remember my own name. And he wants me to speak Italian?
So I say the only thing I can. “Dio aiutami.”
God help me.
Chapter Thirteen: Dash
I think she just said God help her. But she’s going to need more than God’s help if she thinks I’m going to let up.No fucking way.Holding myself in check, refusing to come before her, I maintain my slow, dragging thrusts through gritted teeth and keep the same pressure on her clit until she can’t hold out any longer.
This is her first time and I’m going to make it so damn good, so memorable, that she’s going to want more.
The moment Lake cries out, her tight passage flexing and pulsing around me, my control snaps. I tell myself to be careful with her, but I pick up my pace, thrusting harder, and find my own release moments later.
Goddammit.Dropping down, careful to keep my weight off her, I take a moment to breathe her in. That soft vanilla scent fills my senses and I bury my face in her fragrant curls, letting them tease my nose before I roll away. It hits me hard that she just gave me her virginity. And along with that gift, I’m pretty sure she gave me her trust, too.
I’m feeling pretty damn special right about now.
No matter what happens, I’m not letting this exquisite woman down. Keeping her safe—and in my arms—just became my primary objective. I had planned to keep her safe before, but I was also concerned about the T-Force, Giancarlo Caruso and Mila Ward.
They can all go to hell for all I care because Lake Sullivan just became the number one priority in my world. Somehow this slip of a woman slipped beneath my defenses. I’m not exactly sure how I feel about that, but I know one thing for sure—I’ll go down fighting for her, defending her until my last breath, if need be.
“Be right back,” I whisper and slip out of bed. I get rid of the condom, rake a hand through my messy hair and wonder how I’m going to convince this fucking amazing woman to stay with me because I have no intention of letting her go. Ever.
And I’m not above locking her up in one of the holding cells back at the office if she gives me any trouble.
With a grin, I pad back to the bed and slip under the covers with her. Normally, this is when I would leave. Intimacy on this level can create a clinger, which I’ve always done my best to avoid. But I wouldn’t mind if Lake hung on a little tighter. If she needed me just a bit more.
Going against everything I’ve ever done after sex, I reach out and pull her into my arms. She lays her head on my chest and I slide a hand through her soft curls, needing this moment as much as she does.
Maybe more.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“Yes,” she whispers, snuggling closer, her breath warm against my skin. “Are you?” she asks, as though reading my mind.
For a moment, I don’t respond. The word is lodged in my throat, but I force it free and manage to rasp, “Yeah.”
I’ve never allowed a romantic relationship to bloom or grow and I’ve never told any woman that I love her.Could I love Lake?A part of me knows that it’s a very real possibility. That it could eventually happen.
But then I would inevitably taint her with my darkness and I’d hate myself for it.
Letting out a sigh, I press a kiss against her head and plan to rest my eyes for just a minute. But sleep pulls me down deep and, amazingly enough, the demons stay at bay. While I normally toss and turn, I barely move for the rest of the night.
