He withdrew and bent over, greedily crushing his mouth to hers, fucking it with his tongue as he’d done with his cock. Lust pooled like lava inside him, and he tore his mouth away. “You’re going to come on my mouth so I can still taste you when I leave, and then I’m going to make love to you until we both forget our names.”
“God, yes,” she panted out.
He dropped to his knees and fulfilled that promise with hair-pulling fervor. She cried out his name, grinding against his mouth as he took his fill. When the last pulse of her climax moved through her, he kissed his way up her belly and breasts and took her in a long, slow kiss. She never pulled away when he tasted like her. She kissed him deeper, more possessively, like everything they did made him hers as much as it made her his. He reveled in her possession, wanting to drive his cock into her, to feel her tight heat wrapped around him with nothing in between.
One day…
“I don’t want to stop kissing you, not even for a second.” He reclaimed her mouth, fierce and demanding, working up the willpower to break away for a condom. She clung to him, rocking against his erection, moaning, feverishly returning his efforts. Kissing her was everything, a gateway drug to the rest of their nirvana. He forced himself to draw back before they both lost their minds and snagged a condom from the nightstand. He quickly sheathed himself and came down over her, aligning their bodies.
He cradled her beautiful face in his hands, the urgency he’d felt obliterated by his need to love her, treasure her, fill her up with so much of him she would never be lonely again. He held her trusting gaze as their bodies came together, deep and tight and so perfect, he felt her in his every pore.
Her brow wrinkled, eyes dampened, whispering his name so sweet, tender, and tinged with pain, he knew he’d hear it in his dreams. He stilled.
“Does it hurt?” The thought that he’d hurt her crushed him, and he started to pull out.
“No.” She held him tighter, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes, tearing at his heart. “I didn’t know it was possible to love someone this much.”
Relief swamped him, and his heart roared out. “With us, anything is possible.”
He lowered his mouth to hers, finding the rhythm that bound them together. They thrust and ground, arched and groped, passion burning between them. They moaned and pleaded, the sounds of their lovemaking echoing off the walls. Their kisses were torturously rough and agonizingly sweet at once. When Amber cried out his name, her body clenching tight and taunting around him, he reared up, thrusting deeper, feeling every fiber of his being intertwine with hers as the world careened on its axis.
They fell to the mattress spent and panting, and he gathered her in his arms. Her heart thundered against him, her breath coming in short, warm puffs against his slick skin.
“Are you okay, baby?”
“Uh-huh,” she panted out. “So much for not losing control.”
He touched his lips to hers. “That’s just one more reason to love you.”
“Because I lose control?”
“No. Because you can’t help but lose control when we’re together. Neither can I. But don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ve got you.” He held her tighter, kissing her softly. “I’ll always have you.”
“And I’ll always have you.” She snuggled closer. “Like in the shower as soon as I catch my breath.”
He gazed into her eyes, heat stirring between them again. “You’re going to make it even harder for me to leave, aren’t you?”
“That’s my evil plan.” She fluttered her lashes innocently. “What was it you said to me? Buckle up, hot stuff. We’re just getting started.”
THEIR TIME TOGETHER flew by too fast, but as Dash put his bags in the trunk of his rental car, Amber knew even if they’d had all day, it wouldn’t have been enough. They’d spent much of the last three hours talking about how much they’d miss each other, going over Dash’s travel schedule, working out time-zone differences, and making plans to call each night. She had no idea why she was getting so emotional over his leaving. She’d never needed a man to be happy, not even a man as wonderful as Dash. But she knew those twisted up feelings were driven by want, not need. Her parents had drilled the difference into her and her siblings’ heads when they were young and they had little money to buy extras.
But now the difference between want and need didn’t seem so cut-and-dried. She may not need Dash in the true sense of the word. She wouldn’t die without him. But if the emptiness burrowing into the pit of her stomach was any indication of how she’d feel while they were apart, and if being with Dash soothed that ache, couldn’t her wanting to be with him be considered a need?
Dash closed the trunk, and her throat thickened. Suddenly twelve days felt like a lifetime, which was absolutely ridiculous. She reached down to pet Reno, trying to push those feelings away as Dash embraced her.
His sexy dark eyes gleamed down at her. “You okay?”
“Of course. I can totally handle this.”
He studied her face, like he wasn’t buying it.
“Stop looking at me like that. I’ll be fine. I can’t help it if I’ll miss you. Just kiss me and leave. The longer it takes, the worse it is.”
“Kicking me out again, huh?” He kissed her, slow and sweet. “Sin’s coming over tonight to post signs in your yard that say BACK OFF, COWBOYS. THIS WOMAN’S TAKEN.”
God, she loved his sense of humor. “I’m not sure why you’re worried about cowboys when you know Zac Efron is my hall pass.”
He scowled. “Seriously? You’d hall pass all this”—he puffed out his chest and flexed his biceps—“for Efron?”
Sweet baby Jesus. She’d have to be crazy to do that. “I guess we’ll see.”
“I’m canceling the tour.” He went for his phone.
She threw her arms around him, pressing a kiss to the center of his chest, knowing he really would cancel his tour to be with her. “I wouldn’t hall pass you for anyone. Now, get out of here before you miss your flight.”
“You really do enjoy kicking me out.”
“Not as much as I enjoy dragging you into my bedroom.”
“Canceling is sounding pretty damn good.”
“I get to watch you on Good Morning America tomorrow. You’re not canceling.” She went up on her toes, and he lowered his lips toward hers in one of his incredible kisses, leaving her weak-kneed and tingling from head to toe.
He brushed a kiss to her forehead. “It’s not too late for you to come with me.”
“I wish I could, but we both know I can’t.”
“It doesn’t hurt to try. I’ll text you when I get to my place.” He kissed her again. “And I’ll miss you every second of every day.”
“Me too.” Tears stung her eyes, and she nudged him toward the car. “Now go before you make me cry.”
He loved up Reno. “Take good care of our girl, buddy.”
Amber petted Reno as Dash climbed into the car and started it up. He rolled down the window, reaching for her hand. “I better not find out Efron was here. I’d probably get hefty prison time for killing a celebrity.”