He stole her breath.
He made her want things she knew were impossible.
And most important, he made her believe that fairy tales might just come true.
Not that she was naïve enough to truly believe that, but for tonight, she was going to pretend.
She watched him move across the room, the muscles in his back flexing as he walked, pulling his gray T-shirt tight, his biceps flexing. The man was solidly built, all muscle and sinew. There was definitely no doubt as to why women tripped over themselves just to get in his line of sight.
Katie had never been that type of woman, but for him, she could see it being a possibility.
Dalton passed her on the way to the back door, sliding her a sexy smirk. That, mixed with the glimmer in his eyes, set her body aflame.
Yes, she certainly knew what was coming next.
And she welcomed it.
Oh, how she welcomed it.
She stood in the same place he had left her, waiting for him to finish his task. When he approached, she smiled up at him. “Ready to snuggle?”
Dalton’s smirk spoke of wicked promises. He surprised a shriek from her when he lifted her in his arms, sweeping her feet out from under her with one arm beneath her knees, the other under her back as he held her against him. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she held on tight, not wanting him to drop her.
“I’m ready for a lot of things, darlin’.”
The erotic promise in his tone had Katie ready to strip him naked as soon as she got back on her feet, but he had other plans. When they reached the bedroom, she noticed it was fully furnished. There was a huge king bed, lavishly decorated with a thick, dark comforter and several pillows. Two nightstands flanked the bed, both with a lamp burning, the soft yellow glow flowing over the bed. On the other side of the room, a massive chest and a matching dresser completed the set.
“Nice,” she told him when he dropped her unceremoniously onto the bed, making her laugh.
“Like it?” he asked, crawling up on the bed, hovering above her.
“I definitely like,” she answered, no longer talking about the furniture.
Dalton was sin in its finest form, a temptation the likes of which women just didn’t survive. He was like a lifetime supply of chocolate coupled with around-the-clock massages. Every woman’s fantasy.
And tonight he was all hers.
Katie prayed she could survive the wild ride he was going to take her on, because there was no doubt in her mind that he was going to take her to the moon and back.
“I missed you,” Dalton whispered, his gaze traveling from her eyes to her mouth.
Instinctively, Katie slid her tongue out over her lips, watching his eyes flare. She kept her gaze locked with his as she reached for him, sliding her hands over his scruffy jaw, rubbing her thumbs over his cheeks. He really was beautiful.
Ever so slowly, Dalton leaned down until their mouths touched. Katie didn’t waste any time as she met him, coaxing his lips open with her tongue, slipping inside his mouth. He tasted like beer and masculinity, morphed together in one sinfully delicious concoction.
The kiss ignited instantly, the gentleness she’d expected from him dissipating, leaving a hunger the likes of which she’d never known in its wake. She wanted him, but she feared she would never get enough. Giving in to him was second nature, something she didn’t even have to think about. When his hand moved beneath her T-shirt, her skin tingled and the muscles in her belly fluttered. It was too much, but not enough.
Katie pulled him closer, causing him to lose his balance briefly, his big body coming down on top of hers. She held him to her, refusing to let him go, needing to feel every inch of him against every inch of her.
“I need to feel you,” she whispered against his mouth. “I need to feel you now.”
“Slow, baby,” Dalton crooned, his sexy voice caressing her as much as his hand was.
“I can’t wait, Dalton,” she pleaded. She didn’t want to wait. Didn’t want to waste one single second in his arms. The few days they’d been apart had been hell. More so than she wanted to admit, and now that he was there with her, alone, she felt rushed, desperate to have him.
Dalton managed to ease off her, breaking the kiss and kneeling between her splayed thighs. He pushed her T-shirt up over her stomach, his eyes grazing her exposed skin. She could feel the warmth of his gaze as it touched her, leaving her breathless and needy.
Wanting to speed him along because the aching need that had settled in her core was too much to bear, Katie gripped her shirt, arched her back, and pulled it over her head, tossing it to the floor at the end of the bed. And then, when she was lying there in her bra, she reached for his shirt, her fingers grazing the warm skin beneath. She could feel the hard slabs of muscle beneath her fingertips.
Dalton offered her one of his signature smirks and then relieved himself of his T-shirt in one easy move. She looked her fill, taking her time to admire every tanned, toned inch of him, admiring the muscles as they flexed and bunched with every move he made. His stomach was a series of ripples, his chest two smooth, hard planes. “You’re…” She couldn’t even finish the statement, wasn’t sure what she was trying to say, but he took her breath away.
The night in his truck held nothing on this moment. That had been fast and dirty, intense. And this… This was so different, yet her hunger for him was still the same.
Thankfully, Dalton must’ve been on the same page, because he hopped off the bed, toeing off his boots as he unbuttoned his jeans, lowering the zipper and then forcing them down his narrow hips. His cock was thick and hard, slightly curved and jutting out from his flat stomach. He was the embodiment of sex, all lean, delicious male.
Unable to resist, Katie forced herself off the bed, coming to stand directly in front of him. While he watched her, he wrangled his socks off his feet, kneeling as he did. And then she was looking down at him, while he was staring up at her. His fingers went to the button on her jeans. Without breaking eye contact, he quickly slid them down her hips, leaving her standing there in her bra and panties. She’d chosen the black lace just for this moment, just for this man.
He crawled closer, leaned forward, and pressed his lips to her stomach while his hands slid up the outsides of her thighs, coming to rest on her hips. While he lowered her panties down her legs, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, allowing it to slide down her arms and drop to the floor beside where they stood.
His tongue laved her belly, dipping into her belly button and sending a shiver racing down her spine. He continued to kiss her, moving down her hip, the outside of her thigh, while his hands mirrored his movements on the other leg. As he stood back up, his hand slipped between her legs, and she widened her stance just a little to give him better access. His fingers slipped between her folds, and she cried out, the touch so intimate, so sweet.
“Dalton.”
“Tell me, darlin’,” Dalton said. “Tell me how it feels.”
He didn’t falter, sliding the tip of his finger inside her slowly.
“Oh, God. So good.”
“I’ve been dying to touch you again, love.” He nuzzled his face against the crook of her neck, his breath teasing her while his tongue blazed a trail of fiery heat along her oversensitive skin.
He continued to finger her, his other hand coming up to cup her head as his lips made their way to her mouth.
Katie reached between them, wrapping her hands around his cock, stroking him slowly, gently. The hunger that urged her to hurry took a backseat to the reverence that she felt. She needed to go slow, to savor the moment. As far as she knew, this was the last time they’d be together, and as much as she hated the thought of never being with him again, she wanted to remember this moment for the rest of her life.
“Katie.” Dalton groaned her name as he pulled his mouth from hers, his finger stilling inside her. “Baby, that feels so good.”
Swallowing hard, Katie lowered herself to her knees in
front of him, looking up to meet his eyes as she did.
“Damn, baby. I’m not sure I’ll survive your mouth on me.”
Well, he was going to have to try, because Katie wanted to taste him, to pleasure him in a way that she’d never pleasured another man.
Men had never been part of her plan, which was the only reason she’d remained a virgin until the night in Dalton’s truck. It wasn’t because she hadn’t had the desire, she just had refused to lose focus. Her life was a mess without men interrupting the natural course.
But Dalton was her exception to the rule. He was the one man who had caused her to deviate from her well-thought-out plan.
Curling her fingers around his shaft, Katie licked the head tentatively, using his groans of pleasure to spur her on. When his fingers slipped into her hair, holding her to him, she took him completely in her mouth, sucking him. She tried to keep her urgency at bay, but the more he groaned, the more she wanted to please him, to send him higher, to allow him to feel even a fraction of what he made her feel when he touched her.
“Katie.”
Her name on his lips sounded like a warning, but she continued to suck him, taking him deeper, sliding her tongue over and around the engorged shaft. She allowed him to control the movements, loving the way he flexed his hips, thrusting into her mouth, his fingers tangled in her hair as he continued to pant her name.
“Darlin’,” Dalton said harshly, “you’re gonna have to stop doing that.”
Funny how he said that, but he didn’t stop thrusting into her mouth. Until he stopped, she wasn’t going to.
Not until she sent him over.
Chapter Seven
Dalton was doing his damnedest to keep from exploding in Katie’s lush mouth, but the woman was making it damn hard to focus. The way her tongue laved his dick, sliding underneath, teasing the tip. She was slowly blowing his fucking mind, and he wasn’t going to be able to control himself if she didn’t stop.
Yet he couldn’t bring himself to pull away. The warmth of her mouth felt so damn good. Her tentative movements, the hesitancy in the way her tongue caressed his cock… If he had to guess, the woman had never done this before.
It made sense, and it set off something intensely possessive inside of him, as well.
“Fuck, darlin’,” he growled. “You’ve gotta stop.”
This time he did tighten his hold on her hair, pulling his cock from between her lips. He wanted to be buried deep in her pussy when he came; he wanted to send her soaring long before he found his release, which meant he had to rein himself in.
Reaching for her arm, he helped her to her feet, backing her up until her knees touched the mattress.
“My turn, darlin’. Sit down.” He wasn’t trying to be forceful, but the grip he had on his control was shaky at best.
Urging her onto the bed, Dalton eased between her legs, leaning over her and sucking her nipple into his mouth. He wasn’t gentle, unable to control the debilitating hunger that had infused him the instant they’d stepped into his bedroom.
He wanted to savor this moment, but he knew he wasn’t going to make it that far. He wanted her too damn much. She pushed every button he had, and not in a bad way.
Even knowing how inexperienced she was, he didn’t care. He wanted to be the one to teach her, to show her just how a man pleasured a woman.
After teasing her nipple with his tongue, he gently nipped it with his teeth, loving the way her back arched and she cried out his name.
While he focused his attention on her breasts, he parted her slick folds, using the tip of his finger to flick her clit gently until she was writhing on the bed, her hands grabbing the comforter tightly.
“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged. “Let it feel good.”
He trailed his mouth down her stomach, then over her smooth mound.
Pausing momentarily, he instructed her to move up on the bed while he retrieved a condom from the box he’d placed in the nightstand when he’d arrived earlier. If he didn’t make preparations now, he feared his brain would be too overloaded to worry about it later, and that was the last thing he wanted. As much as he wanted to slide his dick into the warm, wet depths of her pussy, feeling her skin to skin, he knew now wasn’t the time. They had to work up to that.
Which he fully intended to do, just not tonight.
Tossing the foil package onto the comforter beside her, Dalton knelt on the bed, leaning forward and sliding his tongue through her swollen pussy lips, not giving her a chance to stop him. He eased between her thighs, forcing her legs over his shoulders as he ate her like the starving man he was. He devoured her, licking, sucking, using two fingers to penetrate her. He couldn’t stop himself. She tasted so fucking good, the musky scent of her sex driving him forward, making him crazy with lust.
“Dalton,” Katie cried out. “Oh… Oh, my… Dalton, I’m gonna come.”
He wanted to urge her to come, but he didn’t remove his mouth from her pussy, flicking her clit relentlessly while thrusting his fingers into her, feeling her muscles clamp down on him. Fuck.
He had no idea how much time passed while he continued to finger fuck her, teasing her clit. Her body went rigid beneath him, her clit pulsing against his tongue as she cried out. He wanted her to scream his name, and he would get there, but at the moment, the way she screamed was enough.
While she came down from her climax, Dalton rolled the condom over his rigid cock, his eyes never leaving her. And when he was suited up, he spread her legs with his knees, aligning their bodies as he came down over her. Using one hand to guide himself, he pushed inside, her tight pussy sheathing him.
Sweat beaded on his forehead as he held himself back, not wanting to hurt her. When he was balls deep, he held himself above her, their eyes linked together.
“You’re so tight. Wet. Damn, Katie. You feel so fucking good.”
Her hands came up and wreathed his neck, her arms pulling him to her. His lips hovered above hers.
“Lick my lips,” he instructed. “Taste yourself.”
Katie did as he commanded, her little pink tongue darting out and sliding over his bottom lip, then his top. He met her tongue with his own before crushing his mouth to hers and thrusting deeper. Deeper than he thought possible.
Her legs came up and wrapped around his hips, holding him to her. His dick throbbed and pulsed, the vicelike grip of her pussy testing his restraint.
Needing air, he pulled back, studying her face.
“I’m gonna fuck you, Katie.”
She nodded.
He took that as permission and resituated himself so that he was on his knees. He gripped her hips, pulling her to him until her ass was off the bed as he began tunneling in and out of her. He drove his hips forward, slamming into her and retreating just as quickly. He couldn’t help himself. His sole objective was to possess her, making sure she knew just who she belonged to. Because even if she hadn’t realized it yet, she did belong to him.
Dalton had never felt like this with a woman. Sure, he’d had rough sex, crazy sex, but never had he wanted to claim a woman. Not the way he wanted to claim Katie.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” Lifting her hips higher, he changed the angle, driving into her over and over, faster. “Come for me, Katie.”
Katie’s fingernails dug into his forearms as she held on. “Yes. Oh, God, Dalton. It feels so good. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
Every muscle in his body tensed as he tried to hold back, needing to send her over before he lost it. Watching the way her beautiful tits bounced with every jarring thrust, the way her back bowed, her head tilted back as he pounded into her.
He would never forget this moment. Not in a million years.
Letting go of her with one hand, he found her clit with his thumb, circling the little bundle of nerves, pressing firmly until the muscles in her neck tensed.
“Fuck yes,” he growled. “Come on my dick, baby. That’s it, darlin’. Come for me.”
“Make
me come,” Katie pleaded.
Dalton thrust forward hard, slamming into her as he continued to press his thumb against her clit.
“Say my name, Katie. When you come on my cock, say my name.”
He needed to hear it, needed her to acknowledge just who was fucking her. Who owned her.
Driving into her over and over, Dalton felt the telltale tingle erupt in the base of his spine, taking him by surprise. He couldn’t hold back. “Come for me, Katie. Oh, God, baby. I can’t hold on. You feel too fucking good.”
Katie’s fingernails dug deeper into his arms as he thrust into her again and again, his body coated in perspiration as he tried to control his release.
“Oh, God, Dalton. Fuck. Yes! I’m coming. Dalton, I’m coming!”
Dalton’s hips jerked forward one last time, his release detonating at the sound of his name. He fell forward, trying not to land on her, but the orgasm brutally gripped him.
Katie’s arms wrapped around his neck, holding him to her as his cock pulsed.
And when he finally found the strength to move, Dalton pulled out and dropped to his side, wrapping his arms around Katie. He buried his face in her neck, trying to catch his breath.
Several minutes passed before his heart rate returned to normal, his breaths no longer soughing in and out of his lungs.
He looked up at Katie, noticing she was watching him. She pressed her lips to the corner of his mouth, the move so unexpected he felt a strange swelling in his chest. It was a combination of the feelings the woman invoked in him and something else…
The look in Katie’s eyes wasn’t one of promise. No, what he saw in the stormy gray depths was something else. Something that scared him on more than one level.
No, Katie wasn’t looking at him as though she were looking forward to spending a lifetime with him. She was looking at him as though their time together was about to come to an end.
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Lying in the dark, wrapped in Dalton’s arms, Katie couldn’t bring herself to give in to sleep. Although her body was completely sated, her brain was working overtime.
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