Page 14 of Dash

“Now, who’s the one lying?” He leans down so close his lips are almost touching mine. I lick mine. “And I just want another chance to show you just how much you enjoyed it. Preferably without as much alcohol involved this time.”

I shake my head. “That can’t happen.”

“It can. And it will.”

“No,” I say firmly.

“What? Are you saying I don’t have a chance?” He lifts an eyebrow and gives me a small smile.

I let out a breath before telling him the truth. “I had one intention that night and that was to forget my ex,” I say, and his smile drops off his face. “So both of our intentions were not pure.”

“You speak of my intentions as if you still don’t believe me when I say I didn’t know who you were,” he says frowning once again.

I shrug carelessly. “Does it really matter? It happened. You’re the one who won’t let it go. And you also didn’t use a condom,” I add with bite.

He cracks a smile. “I had one, but you took it off.” Of course, I did. He leans in and whispers into my ear, “You said you wanted to feel me as I fucked you.” His breath hits my ear and makes me break out in goosebumps. “And it was the sexiest thing I had ever heard.” He pulls away, and I look up at him through heavy eyes. “And you’re right,” he says softly. “I don’t want to let it go.” He runs his hand up my back. “I want you again and again. Why do you make it sound like such a bad thing?” He presses his lips against mine. I open up without hesitation letting him kiss me. It’s just a kiss. What could it hurt?

My lips work with his as if they have done it a thousand times before. I feel his fingers brushing against my back and then his hand is covering my breast.

I gasp in his mouth when I realize he untied the top of my bathing suit.

He chuckles softly. “I want you right now.”

“My dad...” If he saw this, he would shit a brick and both of our lives would be over.

“He’s not here,” he whispers.

“Jackie?” I ask. Why am I trying to get out of this? I want him.

“She has probably left already.”

If I know Jackie, she is probably sitting in one of the windows, eating my ice cream while watching us. She’s a freak like that.

“We can’t do this,” I finally say, pushing him away from me. My body shivers as his heat no longer touches me. My body wants him. Hell, my body has had him, and it knows how fucking good he feels.

I go to walk past him, holding my top over my breasts the best I can. Which is hard since it’s just two triangles.

He grabs my arm and spins me around. He knocks my body into his, and I feel the air leave my lungs when he grabs my ass and lifts me up. He lays me down on top of the lounge chair.

“Dash…” I say breathlessly trying to get up.

He straddles me and pins my hands down by my head. I don’t fight it. Instead, I lift my hips up to his, needing some kind of friction. I’m soaking wet and horny as hell. I want him to remind me how much I enjoyed it.

He slowly smiles then his eyes land on my exposed chest. Crap, I lost my bikini again. He sits there for a second as he watches my chest as I breathe heavily.

He bends down and places his lips on mine, slow and soft. His hands release my wrists and I wrap them around his neck. I just can’t push him away. He makes me forget Rodger. He makes me feel alive again, instead of a pathetic little dog that obeyed every command. I wanna be wild and crazy for him.

He slides a hand between our bodies and inside my bikini bottoms. I spread my legs for him. “You’re already wet for me, baby.” He smiles against my lips when his fingers find my soaked pussy.

I moan as he slides one into me. “Tell me what you were thinking about when I startled you,” he demands as he enters another finger into me.

“You.” I arch my back and let out a whimper.

He chuckles as he places soft kisses on my neck. “What about me?”

I pause for a second. Rodger never asked me how our sex felt, or what I liked. We always did what he liked. My opinion didn’t matter. I like that Dash wants to know.

“The way you fucked my mouth,” I say honestly and a deep rumble comes from his chest.

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