Chapter 7

Dallas

Audrey lay before me, the covers a mess and the pillows tossed asunder around her. Her skin was damp and flushed with passion. With her dark glossy hair spilling out across the pillows and her eyes locked to mine, my knees almost gave out. I'd forgotten every single reason why I told myself I could never have her. All I knew was this moment with her. Finally kissing her again for the first time in years was like coming home. She struck a chord I hadn't even known existed. It ran deep and true inside of me. No one else could satisfy it. I let myself soak in the sight of her. I’d only imagined how she looked bare naked for years. To see her now knocked the breath from me.

The length of her fit legs flared into lush hips. The dip at her waist only served to show off her generous breasts. Her nipples were taut and damp. One knee had fallen to the side, revealing her pussy, so pink and wet. I could still taste her on my mouth. Feeling her come against my lips had been close to divine. The insides of her thighs were wet from her juices. I swallowed, latching onto a thread of control.

“Dallas…”

Her husky voice set my heart to thudding against my ribs. I was coiled so tight with need, it wouldn't have surprised me if I came the moment I sank inside of her. I rolled the condom on in record time and stretched out over her again. Lacing my hands into hers and stretching them over her head, I glanced down. Her gaze was hazy and dark, an edge of wildness to it. She’d nearly torn my hair out when I’d had my face buried between her thighs. I didn’t give a damn, she could go as wild as she wanted. As long as it meant I could be with her like this. I could feel the wet heat of her against my cock. I shifted my hips slightly, letting my shaft slide through her folds. She let out a low moan.

God, I fucking loved the sounds she made. This was now only the second time in my life I’d seen Audrey let go. For a flicker, I wondered if she was like this with other men, with Matthew. Jealousy hit me so hard and fast, I was almost stunned. Jealousy was not a feeling I was familiar with. Work was my life. Women only occupied a sliver of my time. I shoved the thoughts away and shifted again.

I arched into her again, savoring her wetness sliding against me. “Now would be the time to let me know if we’re taking this too far,” I murmured, leaning up slightly.

She curled her fingers into mine, gripping tightly and shaking her head back and forth.

“Don't you dare stop now,” she ordered.

I laughed softly. “Wasn't planning on it.”

I adjusted the angle of my hips and sank inside of her, groaning at the feel of her creamy clench around me. She was so hot, so wet, and so tight, it felt incredible. Far more incredible than I could've imagined. I’d now crossed the barrier I’d refused to allow myself to cross before. I knew once I had, I'd never be able to walk away. I didn't think about that now, I simply allowed myself to get lost in the sensation of her. I held still for a moment, allowing her body to adjust to me. At the feel of her hips arching into me, I started to move, easing back and then sinking deeply. Long, slow steady strokes, burying myself to the hilt again and again and again. She curled her legs around my hips, rising to meet me with every thrust, crying my name out, demanding I go faster, gasping that it wasn't deep enough, begging me for more.

I meant to drag it out, determined for this to be everything and more so she'd never forget it. She was having none of that. She tore her hands loose from mine, her nails scraping down my back. Murmuring incoherently, she arched into me, her teeth sinking into the bottom of my neck. Lust lashed at me, and I lost control, my hips drumming into her. Her channel started to throb and pulse around me. I felt when she tumbled over the edge, crying out my name. Damn, it was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard.

My own release hit me so fast and hard, I lost my breath. It whipsawed through me, and I collapsed, spending myself inside of her. We lay tangled up in each other, skin to skin, sweaty, hot and out of breath. I could've stayed there forever. After a few moments, I felt her skin start to pebble. I started to draw back, and she tightened her legs around me.

“Don’t,” she murmured.

My heart clenched. “Not going anywhere, but it's cold. Let’s get under the covers.”

I looked down at her, her skin flushed and sweaty, her eyes still dark and her lips swollen. My stubble had roughened the skin on her neck.

I trailed the backs of my fingers over the reddened skin. “Did that hurt?”

Her mouth curled at one corner. “I don't know. I didn't notice,” she said softly.

She slowly loosened her legs, and I eased away, standing and stepping into the bathroom off the guestroom. I tossed the condom in the trash and quickly returned to the bed. Tucking us under the covers, I fell asleep with her twined against me. Breathing in the scent of her, I wondered if I’d just made the biggest mistake of my life.

Because there was one thing I knew with certainty: I’d never get enough of her.