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She nodded and swallowed the sob that wanted to burst out. She was sure of that too. All of them—her father, mother, Lauren, Chase—they were a part of her and always would be, but the time to live again had come.
With this wonderful man still on his knees before her.
Leah slid off the bed and got to her knees in front of Dakota. She traced a route from his elbow to that compass rose then leaned closer to trail kisses along that same path. His hands came to rest at her waist, his touch burning through her dress. She needed to be naked. Immediately.
After a scorching kiss, she stood, his hands gliding down from her waist to her thighs to the backs of her knees. She stepped back and his hands dropped to his lap, but he didn’t take his gaze off her. Grabbing the end of her dress, she inched it up, Dakota’s pupils getting bigger as her thighs became exposed, her harvest orange panties, her matching bra.
As soon as her dress hit the floor, Dakota rose to his feet. He scooped her up, a little squeak sounding from her throat at his sudden movement. She quieted instantly when her flesh met his flesh, all her words and noises stolen by the hard contours of his incredible body.
He gently placed her on the bed then undid his belt, slowly sliding it out of the loops of his pants. The buckle rattled as he let it fall to the floor. Again with those magnificent sea-glass eyes trained on her, he unfastened his dress pants and they slinked down his long, muscled legs. As he peeled off his socks then climbed onto the bed, the flex of his thigh muscles mesmerized Leah.
Starting at her feet, he kissed his way up to her mouth, his body hovering over hers in an impressive plank position—God, those abs—until she reached up and brought him down to rest atop her. All that luscious male draped over her sent Leah into hyperdrive. She skimmed her hands over his shoulders, down his back, and into his boxer shorts. Cupping his ass, she arched against him, feeling his ready arousal. An arousal waiting to bury itself deep inside her.
“I’m glad you chose me,” he whispered.
She tightened her hold on him. “Me too.”
Sliding his boxers off his hips, she freed an impressive erection. Museum-worthy really. She took control and rolled him to his back so she could pull his boxers off completely then straddle him.
Dakota reached up and slid her bra straps off her shoulders. A moment later, he had it unhooked and discarded over the edge of the bed. His palms were rough and warm as he kneaded her breasts, his face a picture of raw desire. That expression made her feel… powerful. The fact that she could excite a man like him, could make him want her… well, four years of celibacy hadn’t made her lose her skills.
“You’re breathtaking with your clothes on, Leah,” Dakota said as he sat up, his thumb rubbing her nipples to tight buds, “but naked you are… you are perfection.”
She lightly bit his shoulder right at a green shape in his tattoo labeledNew Zealand, eliciting another growl from deep in his chest. Shit, she loved that noise. “If I’m perfection, they haven’t invented a word to describe you yet, Mr. Adventure.”
He took one of her nipples in his mouth, his tongue doing things that made her feel downright dizzy as she sat in his lap. She grew wetter in anticipation, in wanting, in needing. With his mouth still on her breast, he tugged on her panties.
“Off.” He leaned back as she did as he’d commanded, almost as if he needed a moment to remember to breathe.
While she tossed her panties into the pile of all their other pieces of clothing, he opened a drawer in one of the end tables and extracted a condom.
“I’d hoped to have a lot more foreplay, but…” he shook his head, “if I don’t get inside you right now, I might go crazy.”
“Well, we can’t have that, now can we?” She plucked the packet from his fingers, opened it, and rolled the condom over his length. “Besides, I don’t think I can wait either.”
“Here’s to not waiting.”
His mouth closed over hers as she rose to her knees then settled, inch-by-glorious-inch, onto his arousal.
It shouldn’t have been this easy. It shouldn’t have felt as if she were exactly where she belonged.
It shouldn’t have connected her to him in such an irreversible way.
But it did.
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She was tight around him. So tight and Dakota reminded himself to go slow, to let her adjust, to not scare her away. After hearing the story of her parents, sister, and fiancé, he understood how hard it had been for her to decide to be here tonight. With him. On top of him. Risking letting someone mean something to her.
And he was fairly certain he’d come to mean something to Leah. She’d trusted him and felt comfortable enough to share her history with him. She’d allowed herself to come to his home. She’d touched him in ways that said this was more than merely something to do. Thathewas more. He wanted to be everything she needed, wanted, fantasized about having. He wanted to be someone she would never forget, and the enormity of that overwhelmed him. No other woman had gotten under his skin as Leah had.
Gazing up at her now, Dakota didn’t have the right words to describe how she looked, how the noises she made turned him on, how he would have done absolutely anything she asked of him. Golden hair streamed over her shoulders to pool at the valley between her breasts. She was barely a weight atop him, and he ran his hands over the smooth cheeks of her ass, pressing her closer, going deeper. Her waist curved in all the right places while the long line of her neck as she let her head drop back called out to his mouth.
Just one bite. He was like a starving vampire, hungry for a taste of her. A taste he knew would never be enough. No. He had to consume her. Savor every inch of her glorious body. Commit all that silky skin to memory so he could daydream about her whenever he wanted.
They found a rhythm that made each movement send ripples throughout Dakota’s body. He’d had his fair share of sex, but this—with Leah—was something totally different. His mind wasn’t wandering to other things as it usually did. Tonight, with himself so firmly wrapped around her, so buried inside her, all his thoughts were solely focused on her. He found himself taking notes on what motions caused her to moan, which angles allowed him to reach new depths, which moves sent a flush over her pale angel’s skin.
Which movements made her lovely eyes roll back and her eyelashes flutter.
