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I’m about to say me, too, when a big, black stretch limo pulls up, and I look over at Dash and can’t help but smile. “Are we going to the airport or Prom?” I tease.
Dash opens the rear door before the driver can exit and motions for me to get in. “Cheeky,” he murmurs, then slaps my ass as I climb inside.
With a squeal, I drop down on the leather seat and slide over. The full-length limo is straight out of the 80s, complete with a stocked bar, sunroof and soft elevator music drifting from the speakers.
Dash briefly confirms our destination with the driver who then closes the velvet partition with a button upfront, allowing us complete privacy. The locks click. I swivel to face Dash and, once again, I’m struck by his sharp cheekbones, black hair and striking, deep blue-green eyes. I love how they’re outlined in a darker shade of blue.Mesmerizing.
Now that we’re alone again, I wonder if last night was as special for him as it was for me. Granted, mine was special in a different way because I know this gorgeous man has had many sexual partners.
Or, at least, I would’ve guessed so. But then I remember his confession about not sleeping with anyone for the past two years. He could have any woman he wants and he chose me. The thought makes me a little giddy.
“What’re you thinking, Red?” he asks, scooting closer until our thighs are touching. “Maybe about last night?”
I pull in a breath and slowly nod.
Dash reaches over, slides a hand around the nape of my neck, and pulls me in closer until our lips are almost touching. “Are you remembering how I felt, moving deep inside you?” His lips brush mine. “Filling you. Stretching you. Taking you.”
Oh, God.My stomach somersaults and my pulse begins to pound harder as he lightly squeezes my neck. His warm, minty breath feathers my face and my lips part.
“Or maybe you’re remembering my mouth on your pussy?” He drops another soft, teasing kiss on my lips and I moan.
My eyes slide shut and I feel like a quivering bowl of jelly.
“I’ll never forget your taste,” he whispers wickedly. “Sweet and salty. My favorite combination.”
When his mouth closes fully over mine, his tongue demanding entrance, I melt against his chest and concede. The kiss is hard and it’s clear he’s the one in control, his long fingers sliding up through my curls, hand fisting and pulling hard enough to force me back until I’m almost lying down.
I grab onto his shoulders as his other hand supports my back, and he lowers me the rest of the way down, covering me with his hard body, pinning me against the cool leather seat. Plunging his tongue deeper, he explores every recess, and I kiss him back just as fervently. Heat explodes between us and I’m ready to be consumed by it. By him.
He moves between my legs, hips grinding against my core, and I can feel how gloriously hard he already is. God, I hope he found more condoms somewhere. Maybe some quaint little Italian pharmacy?
I don’t know what possesses me to bite down on his lower lip, but I do. The love nip is hard enough to catch him by surprise and the blue-green fire smoldering in his eyes becomes a full-blown conflagration.
“You like to bite, Red?” he asks huskily, kissing down the side of my neck, tongue swirling against my skin.
I tense up, ready for him to return the nip and he doesn’t disappoint. A low humming fills the back of my throat as his teeth graze along the top of my breast then sink right through my t-shirt and into the plump flesh right above my bra cup.
I stifle a moan.
There’s so much more to Dash Slater than meets the eye.
I think I could die right now and be happy.
The moment the thought flits through my head, the limo bounces roughly and my chin knocks against the top of his dark head. “Ow,” I say.
“You okay?” he asks, voice laced in annoyance and glaring over at the closed partition.
“Mmhmm…” I reach up to cup his jaw. It’s covered in an uncharacteristic 5 o’clock shadow and, holy hotness, I love the light stubble look on him. He lowers his head and is about to kiss me again when the limo swerves, then the driver slams on the brakes and quickly picks up speed again. Our bodies slam against the back of the seat then reverse direction and go flying right off it. I land on top of Dash who lets out a colorful curse.
“This driver is really starting to piss me off,” he growls and sets me back up on the seat. “Hang tight, Red.”
Dash moves to the front of the limo and knocks on the partition. But the driver either doesn’t hear or ignores him, so Dash pounds a fist against it. “Open up,” he demands.
I frown and I’d swear that we just started moving faster. My hands grip the seat and just as I’m beginning to wonder if something happened to the driver, the entire back of the limo careens sideways and I scream. A quick glance out the window confirms that, yeah, we’re going really fast. Way faster than we should be traveling.
Looking back upfront, I see Dash pry his fingers into the narrow track above and begin to force the partition down. He manages to get it down a couple of inches and I get up and start crawling my way to the front. But now we’re weaving all over the place, fast and reckless, and I know something is wrong. The passing scenery moves faster and faster, and panic flares up inside me.
What the hell is going on?I wonder then slam sideways, hitting my shoulder against the edge of the seat on the limo’s right side.
