As she came down from the peak, he rained kisses over her cheeks and lips. Her skin was warm and flushed, her lips swollen from their kisses, and she was absolutely stunning. He lowered his lips to hers, taking her in a languid, sensual kiss, wanting to be closer, to know all of her. To hear her hopes and dreams and soothe her fears and insecurities. Her eyes fluttered open, full of lust and something much deeper, heightening his desire for all those things.
AMBER WAS FLOATING in a post-orgasmic haze. Dash began moving his thumb over that magical spot again, but her nerves were too sensitive, and she bowed off the cushions, grabbing his wrist. “I don’t think I can survive another…”
A devilish glimmer sparked in his eyes. “Then let’s make it a phenomenal death.”
He took her in a deep, passionate kiss, and all thoughts of stopping went out the window. She wanted this, him, more. He trailed kisses down her neck. Feels so good. She breathed harder as he dusted his lips over her chest, igniting flames beneath her skin. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. He moved the neckline of her dress to the side, revealing the edge of her bra, and pressed a kiss to the swell of her breast.
“Mm. Pink lace on my girl. Life just got even better.”
His girl? She loved the sound of that.
His warm breath coasted over her skin as he pressed another kiss there. Mm. So nice. He moved lower, untying the bow at her waist. His eyes flicked up to hers, his fingers hovering over the front clasp of her bra. A single nod was all it took for him to unhook the clasp, and then that magical mouth was on her bare breast, licking, sucking, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin. She arched beneath him, grabbing his head, holding his mouth there. “Don’t stop.”
He did as she begged and gave her other breast the same attention. Every suck took her closer to the edge. Her body vibrated from her head all the way down to her toes. He kissed a path down her belly, her ribs, her hips. It hadn’t just been a long time since she’d fooled around. It had been years since a guy had—
Her thoughts fractured as his lips touched her inner thigh, sending ripples of heat skating up her core. He did it again, and her eyes slammed closed. Oh, how she loved that! His hand moved down her leg, and her nerves caught fire. She felt him shifting, sitting up, sending cool air sailing over her legs. Her eyes flew open, and she found him reaching for one of her boots. He took them off, leaving on her socks. His brows knitted, and his chin fell to his chest.
“Don’t laugh at my ruffles,” she warned.
His eyes found hers, the emotions in them bowling her over. “I love your ruffles. Don’t ever stop wearing them.”
The desire in his voice sent thrills rushing through her. His lips touched her leg again, kissing his way up her body, whispering against her skin. “So pretty…So special…” He pressed a kiss just below her belly button. She inhaled sharply, and his gaze found hers.
“You’re so feminine, wild thing, you do me in.”
His deep voice, his words, the depth of his stare, all of it, all of him, did her in.
He hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties, drawing them down and off. Then his rough hands skimmed up the outsides of her legs, his eyes locked on hers as he kissed her inner thighs. Lord have mercy, the fire in his eyes made her ache with anticipation. She curled her fingers into the cushions as he splayed his hands over her thighs, opening her to him and lowering his mouth between her legs. She held her breath, readying herself, but he didn’t touch her. His mouth hovered there, his hot breath teasing over her wetness as his mouth moved up to her clit, then lower again. He slicked his tongue beside her sex, and she moaned, rocking up. He did it again, earning another sharp gasp. His hand moved up her body, and he teased her nipple as he continued masterfully taunting her with his erotic torture. She clawed at the cushions, panting, writhing, mewling, need strung so tight she feared she’d burst. He hadn’t even touched her where she needed it most, and the pleasure was so exquisite she didn’t want it to end, but she also wanted more.
“Dash, I can’t…take it.”
He pressed a kiss to the apex of her sex, and her hips shot up. Just when she thought she’d lose her mind, he slicked his tongue along her sex, sending electrical currents racing through her. She whimpered, and his mouth came greedily down where she needed him most, feasting on her, thrusting his tongue into her and using his fingers on that other magical spot while squeezing her nipple. She was lost in a sea of sensations. Her skin was on fire. Her entire body felt like one giant nerve ending. He moved his mouth higher, using his tongue and teeth on her clit as his fingers entered her, moving in and out in a hypnotizing rhythm. She clawed at the cushions, blinded with pleasure, rocking against his mouth until her toes curled under and she surrendered to the ecstasy consuming her. He stayed with her, keeping her at the peak and loving her through the very last shiver.
She melted into the cushions, trying to catch her breath as he kissed his way up her body, gently clasping her bra, righting and retying her dress. Lord, this man…
He gathered her close, brushing his lips over her cheeks as she lay in his strong, safe arms, happiness wrapping around them like a ribbon, and then he kissed her. The taste of him mingled with the lingering taste of her, and the world came back into focus. She realized he’d given her everything, and she’d left him high and dry.
“Dash,” she whispered, “Do you want me to…?”
“No, babe. Once you get started, I’m not letting you out of the bedroom for a week. I’ll never make my flight in the morning.”
She giggled.
“You think I’m kidding? I need to clear my schedule when I get back. I think a week ought to do it. You’ve got staff to take over, right?”
“A week?” Holy cow. “I barely survived tonight.”
“Told you I was better than any old cowboy.”
They talked and kissed until long after midnight, reluctantly giving in to what had to be the end of their evening.
“I wish I wasn’t leaving tomorrow.” He took her hand as they made their way to the door. “I’m having dinner with Shea tomorrow evening. Can I call you after you get off work?”
“I’d like that. Do you have my cell number?”
“No.” He pulled out his phone and typed in a code. “Here, put your number in while I get your gift from the car.”
She’d forgotten all about the gift. “A gift and mind-blowing pleasure? I might never let you go.”
“I’m counting on it.” He gave her a quick kiss, then jogged out to his car.
She put her number in his contacts and watched him carrying an enormous picture up the walkway. “You went to New York to get me a picture?”
“This isn’t just a picture. It’s an autographed movie poster for The Greatest Showman, signed by the entire cast and the director.”
He turned it around, and her jaw dropped. “Ohmygod, Dash. Look!” She pointed to the signatures. “Hugh Jackman! Zac Efron! Zendaya! Where did you get this? Wait, you said it was in your house. I can’t take this from you!”
He laughed. “Yes, you can. I want you to have it.”
“But you love the movie, too.”
“Yeah, but that light in your eyes? That adorable giddiness you’re trying to hold back? That’s way better than this.”