by Taylor Tryst
“Never stopped needing you,” he said. His lips roamed over her cheek, her nose, her forehead, his hands squeezing her waist, running up and down her sides, his fingers skimming the sides of her breasts. “Never stopped loving you.”
She closed her eyes, taking a few moments to absorb his words, and his lips came down firmly on hers. Their mouths touched slowly at first, but then the caress grew frantic as they turned their heads and kissed again.
She pulled back before they lost control in the middle of the hotel ballroom. She gave him just enough tongue to know that she was game, but that this game wasn’t going to be an easy one for either of them to win.
He groaned low in his throat, his gaze falling to her mouth. “Jesus, that was better than I remembered, and I remembered it well.”
Lily popped open her Bliss clutch, and reached inside, her knees feeling as if they might buckle beneath her weight, but Dakota’s body supported her.
God, what a body it was.
“Some things never change,” she said, easing back. She wiggled her fingers, two condom packages sandwiched between them. “But maybe we should test that theory? For old-time’s sake”
“Hell yeah,” he said with a nod and that wicked smile, the cleft in his chin deepening. He pulled her away from the wall and headed for the double kitchen doors. He pushed his way through them, a wave of heat hitting them in the face.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Lily stumbled behind him, trying to keep up, nodding at the man in the chef hat behind the line. “Are you drunk?”
“Agent Reese,” the chef said, giving Dakota a nod and a mock salute. “Something special tonight?”
“Indeed, Jacque. Indeed.” Dakota pointed to a door leading out of the kitchen, catching her hand with his. He held up the empty wine bottle, tilted his head and with all seriousness said, “We need more wine.” He set the empty bottle on the metal countertop and took a step toward the cellar. “I’m thinking something rare and expensive. Something for a very special occasion.”
“Help yourself, Agent Reese. Just let me know which bottle you choose. My compliments,” Jacque said, winking at Lily.
She never thought she could be so embarrassed, but she turned three shades of red as he reached for the door and urged her down the staircase, the entire kitchen staff breaking into laughter as the door closed behind them.
“Are you insane?” she gasped when the motion-sensor lights above activated. Their path illuminated, he didn’t so much as slow down.
“Are you serious?” Laughter bubbled beneath her words. “In the wine cellar?”
“It’s close, it’s dark and it’s isolated,” he said, ripping off his jacket. He pulled her toward him and kissed her square on the mouth, backing her against the wall.
She gasped as he fondled her breasts, his thumbs targeting her nipples. He shoved his tongue into her mouth, past her lips to spar with hers. She drove her tongue against his, fighting for control, tasting the succulent grapes from their wine on his tongue and giving it a sucking motion. He moaned, growled low in his throat and ran his hand up her thigh, taking her clingy dress with it, exposing her red thong panties.
“Jesus,” he said. “Oh, Jesus.”
She lifted her leg, raising it up and hooking it onto Dakota’s hip. One of his hands cupped her ass cheek and he lifted her off the ground, up onto her tippy-toes. Her hips tilted and her pussy pressed into the bulge of his cock.
He broke the kiss and slid his tongue down Lily’s neck to her cleavage, palming her breast. He massaged the flesh in his palm and toyed with her nipple. He grabbed the stretchy fabric and pulled it down, her breast popping out of her matching red bra, exposing her nipple to his hungry lips.
“Yes,” she hissed. She ran her hands up his back and into his thick, dark hair. “Oh, that’s it. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
“Never. Jesus, I missed you. I missed your breasts, your fine ass and your tight pussy.”
She reached down and cupped his balls in her palm. His cock was so hard she thought he would cum in his pants. It flinched in her hand; she wanted to fall to her knees and suck him off, to swallow his cum. “Let me taste you.”
“Not yet.” He took her by the hips and lifted her. “I need to be inside you.”
She fought with his button and zipper then shoved his pants and boxers briefs over his hips. He lifted her into the air, and backed her into a shelf. Several bottles of wine jostled, and one crashed to the ground, exploding.
Too involved with their activities to care, he used his fingers, dipped them inside her wet cunt. He cursed when he found her dripping pussy with his fingers. “So fuckin’ wet, Lil. You were always so wet.”
She tensed in his arms, her pussy spasming around his fingers, which he’d sunk deep, his thumb circling her swollen clitoris. She clutched his shirt, fisting the material, opening her mouth to scream. Dakota swallowed her cries with another kiss, his mouth open, his tongue feeding off hers.
She didn’t expect the first explosion. Not quite so fast, not quite so hard. Her muscles tensed, starting from the inside and moving outward, but he held on, using his fingers, keeping her against him, his tongue buried deep in her mouth.
“Fuck me, Dakota.” She clung to him, her body still pulsing with need. “Please, fuck me.”
He pulled the crotch of her panties to the side and nestled the head of his cock in her sweet cunt. He winced as he pushed inside her. “Jesus, I love your pussy.”
Lily opened her thighs wide, her eyes closed tightly as he sank his cock into her, the walls of her cunt squeezing him like a glove might a hand one size to large.
“So tight.” Dakota spread her ass cheeks apart. “You’re going to make me come.”
“So big,” she whispered, crying out each time he thrust and withdrew his cock, only to thrust into her again and again.
Deeper. Harder. Faster.
“Open up for me, Lil. Open your pussy for me,” he demanded, pumping his hips faster, taking her legs and putting them up over his shoulders, opening her cunt wider for each pivot of his hips.
She cried out, gasping with each plunge of his cock into her pussy, her thighs open wide, and her legs up over Dakota’s shoulders, his mouth all over hers.
He kissed her deeply, tonguing her teeth, sucking on her lips. He drew her tongue into his mouth and sucked it while he pounded into her with his cock.
“I’m going to come, baby. I’m going to come.”
She shoved her hands into his hair, and held on, pinned to the wall. Her body and mind exploded as one. Her pussy squeezed his cock as he plunged deeper, hesitating with his staff buried to the hilt.
“I’m coming,” he groaned. He drove deep, and exploded, cum filling her tight tunnel. He slid his hands into her silky hair, kissing her tenderly.
Chapter Three
Dakota held her up with his hands cupping her ass, his cock semi-erect inside her tight pussy. He kissed her softly on the lips, slowly, as if not wanting to break contact. She held on tight, running her fingers through his thick hair.
“Hey,” she whispered, looking into his eyes before she buried her face in his neck, licking his skin, which tasted salty and wet with perspiration.
“Hey,” he said gently. He laughed, kissed her breasts and sighed when she pushed against his chest, knowing she wanted to be released. “I’m not letting you go.”
Lily laughed, “Who said you had to?” She kissed him quickly on the lips and he released her, their hands lingering as their bodies parted. She landed on the ground and righted herself, straightening her dress. She watched him stuff his shirt into his pants and button up, already wanting to fuck him again.
“Oh my God,” she said, kneeling down to pick up the broken bottle of wine. “Chateau Latour, nineteen ninety-nine. Do you know how expensive this is?”
“When did you become such high maintenance?” Dakota asked, letting out a long whistle as he reached for the broken bottle and glanced at the label. “Thi
s was an awesome year,” he said with a grin. “Shit.”
She covered her mouth but couldn’t stop laughing. “I’ll split the cost with you.”
“I’ll pay for the wine,” Dakota said. He picked up the chunks of broken glass and tossed them into a garbage can. “That’s why I get the big bucks. But I’m not beneath receiving sexual favors.” He pulled her against him with one arm wrapped around her waist. He kissed her neck, nipped and bit, licked his way to her ear.
“You’re hard again,” she said, planting her hands on his chest and pressing her tummy against his cock.
“I was always hard for you,” he whispered into her ear. “Let’s get to my room so we can do something about it.”
“Sounds like a plan, Agent Reese.” Lily turned and headed for the staircase,
“Wait,” Dakota said. He picked up his jacket, tossed it over his arm, and snagged her hand before she could escape up the staircase. He turned her around and clutched her waist, squeezing, his fingers molding to her curves. “I have something I want to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything.” The last thing that she wanted was for him to grovel. “The past is the past. We are adults now. Enough said.”
“You know,” Dakota said, looking into her eyes and flashing a killer smile, the cleft in his chin softening his jaw and making him seem less intimidating. “There’s a remote possibility that you could be pregnant.”
“Holy shit,” Lily said with a gasp, wobbling on her heels. She grabbed for the rail and his outstretched arm. “The condoms…we forgot to use a condom.”
“Yep.” he tilted his head to the side and cupped her face with his palms. He kissed her lips, tugging her bottom lip with his teeth before releasing her, and smiling. “I’d always imagined us with two kids. Boy and girl. ”
“Are you insane?” She leaned back, and shook him away. “That isn’t even remotely funny,” she said, chastising him for even the suggestion. “I’ve only been a detective for a few years. I can’t just quit my job to be barefoot and pregnant. Do you know how hard I’ve worked to get where I am today?”
“That’s just one more reason why we should get married. Tomorrow. No waiting,” Dakota said easily. He kissed her cheek, and pushed a strand of hair away from her face to gaze into her eyes. “Will you be my wife, Lil?”
“Damn you.” She was near hysterics. She pushed him back, trying to break contact. When he touched her she couldn’t think straight.
“This is just like you,” Lily bit at him. She needed a drink. She looked down at the wine pooled on the floor and thought about dropping to her hands and knees and licking it up. It wasn’t beneath her at the moment.
“You haven’t changed one damn bit. How can you expect me to walk away from my career, my home? To leave everything I’ve worked for to move to California with you?”
“Virginia,” Dakota corrected. “Though I’m in Arizona at the moment.”
“Whatever.” she closed her eyes and touched her fingers to her temple, swearing she could feel a headache coming on. “This is just like back in college. You expected me to give up everything I’d achieved to follow you around while you worked your way up the ladder at the FBI—”
“That’s why I’m putting in for a transfer.”
“I have some time off coming, but—” Lily hesitated. His words sank in but she couldn’t believe what he’d said. She shut her mouth and frowned.
“You heard me,” he said. “I’ll put in for a transfer.”
She eyed him carefully. “You’re serious?”
“Of course,” Dakota said. He took her fingers into his and lifted them to his lips, kissing the back of her hand ever so gently. “I’m not letting you go this time, Lily.”
“Just like that?”
“First thing,” he agreed. “I’ll put in for a transfer to the Minneapolis field office.” He lifted her to her toes, standing tall, nearly eye to eye with her now. He ran his hands up her waist, stroking her lower back and ribs. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Whatever it takes to make that happen, I’ll do.”
She chewed on her bottom lip, thinking it all over, but her mind not comprehending it all.
“This is too fast,” she whispered, her hand against her mouth. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, to scream or break down into tears.
He was all she’d wanted ten years ago, and now he was giving up everything to be with her? “This is a huge step. I can’t ask you to make a decision like this on the spur of the moment.”
“You aren’t asking me, God damn it. I’m asking you.” Dakota cupped her chin, his gaze tearing into hers. Eyes held, jaw set, all seriousness, he said, “Mary me, Lily Sutherland. Be my wife.” He kissed her lips when she didn’t speak, pulled back and smiled. “My life has never been the same since the moment you headed off to Canada.”
“Minnesota,” she corrected.
“Whatever,” he said, laughing deep in his chest and seeming to relax. He kissed the corner of her mouth, her lips, and her cheeks. “We could be having a baby, you know. You’re stuck with me one way or another. You may as well just give in.”
“Did you do that on purpose?” She shoved her hair out of her eyes and glaring at him, trying not to smile because this was absolutely not funny, though she was about to break into laughter at the teasing tone in his voice.
“Honey, I forgot what planet I was on, let alone suiting up for the game.”
“You’d really request a transfer to Minnesota?” Lily leaned back, trying to get him to be serious. He moved in to kiss her again, but she held him off, her palms flat against his chest. “For me?”
“I let you go once, and I’m not doing it again.” He raised her hand to his lips and kissed each finger, her knuckles and her wrist. He nodded at the broken bottle of wine. “Besides, you owe me six fifty and I intend to collect.”
“Thirteen hundred bucks,” she gasped, her mouth agape. “You’re shittin’ me.”
“I’d never.” Dakota lifted her into his arms, laughing when she squealed like a girl. “Time to pay up, wench.”
God, she loved how he manhandled her. He was such a brute, and had always made her feel like such a girl.
She toted a gun for a living, fought for equality in a man’s world, and was trained in self-defense. Feminine was the last word she’d use to describe herself, but he made her feel like a lady and as sexy as hell.
“Jacques,” Dakota called out to the chef when they stepped into the kitchen, placing Lily on her heels with his hand in the small of her back to steady her, guiding her toward the doors. “Bill me for the 99 Chateau Latour.”
She heard the chef calling out in approved tones, having no idea, she was certain, that his Latour had ended up on the floor instead of savored by their palate.
They stepped into the ballroom, where the cocktail party seemed to be in full swing. Lily followed behind him, admiring his perfectly round ass. Even after ten years, he still had the bod of a God.
Tight buns and wide shoulders, not buff so much as eye candy.
She crossed the room, weaving in and out of the crowd, stretching her legs to keep up with Dakota. She searched the faces around her, but didn’t catch one of Gracie’s Girls.
Apparently they’d all gotten lucky, she thought to herself, wondering if anybody else was engaged. She put her hand on her abdomen, thought about the possibility that she and Dakota might someday have children and smiled.
She followed him to the elevator, which he was standing in front of impatiently. He jabbed at the button a few times, pulling her up against his side and running his hand up and down her back.
“I’m on the second floor,” he said after the elevator stalled on one of the top floors. “Screw this.” “Can you walk in those things?”
“I can do a lot of things in these shoes.” She let him take her hand and followed him into the stairwell. “Easy, big guy. We have all night.”
“I’m still hard for you.” He stopped at the top
of the staircase, and spun her around, planting her back against the door. Cradling her face in his palms, he pressed his mouth to hers, the kiss was fast and deep.
Swept away, Lily was lost to the world, her only thought being that she wanted to climb on top of him and fuck him until they both passed out and then spend the night in his arms.
There was something so familiar and comforting about being with him, like two old friends reuniting after many years apart, yet they’d both changed so much that kissing him, touching him, wanting him, felt new again. She felt alive for the first time in years.
She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him away. “Better hurry.”
Dakota jerked open the stairwell door and patted his pockets in search of his plastic key card as they came to a stop outside his room.
Impatient, she shoved him against the door. She leaned in and bit his earlobe, smiling when he groaned in pain, and pleasure, his lips upturned in a wicked smile.
He removed the key card from his interior pocket and held it up between his fingers. “I like it when you play rough.”
Chapter Four
“Rough?” Lily pressed her body against Dakota’s, using her hundred and forty-pound frame to pin him in place, her breasts crushed against his sculpted back. He was a hell of a lot bigger than she, at five-seven in three-inch heels, but she’d been taught to use her size as a weapon and did so ruthlessly. “I’m just getting started.”
Snatching the plastic card, she slid it through the reader and opened the door. She took him by the shoulder of his shirt, and pulled him into the room.
It was dark inside, save the amber lights from the parking lot that shone through the parted curtains and reflected off their skin like moonlight.
Backing him against the bed, she worked the buttons of his shirt, her fingers fumbling, their mouths locked in a hard, fast kiss. With unchecked desire and out of control need, their tongues clashed, their heads moving in effort to get closer, to find just the right angle.
