Page 20 of Dash to Me
“I can help. We could make a day of it—get some friends together, order pizza.”
She laughs. “Always thinking about food.”
“Not always,” I murmur, lowering my mouth to her neck. “Right now, I’m thinking about something else entirely.”
Eva’s breath catches. “Oh? And what might that be?”
Instead of answering, I lift her up. She wraps her legs around my waist as I carry her inside, our lips never parting. This feeling—this certainty that I’m exactly where I’m meant to be—it’s everything I’ve ever wanted.
Her back slams against the wall as my body crashes into hers. My hands are everywhere—greedy, fucking everywhere—fingers clawing at the hem of her dress, yanking it up past her waist. She gasps, the sound swallowed by my mouth I start to devour her.
“Hold still,” I growl.
My hands slip between her thighs, and she clenches, her body shuddering as I find her already slick and swollen with want. I don’t waste time teasing—no, this isn’t about fucking foreplay. This is raw, primal, filthy. I shove two fingers inside her without warning, and she cries out, her head falling back against the wall.
My lips trail down her neck, nipping at her pulse point. “You’re so fucking wet. You’ve been wanting this all night, haven’t you?”
She doesn’t answer—can’t. My fingers are pumping in and out of her now, hard and fast, the heel of my palm grinding against her clit with every thrust. To see her - so ready for me - to know I get this for the rest of my life - I’m the luckiest fucking man alive.
I pull my hand away, and she almost fucking sobs at the loss—until I yank her leg up, hooking it over my hip. The movement forces her even tighter against the wall as I undo my zipper and my cock springs free. “How am I ever going to get enough ofyou? You are like my own personal drug.” I grab her hips, lifting her just enough to line myself up, and then I am in, slamming into her with one brutal thrust that knocks the air from her lungs. “Fuck! You’re so fucking tight.”
Her legs wrap tighter around my waist, pulling me deeper, and my forehead drops to hers as I fuck her harder, faster. Her walls coiling tight and tighter until we are both about to burst. “Come for me,” I growl against her ear, breath hot and ragged. “Come on, my cock like the fucking good girl you are.”
And she does. With a scream that shatters the fucking air, she comes, and I chase my own release, furthering her orgasm.
“Fuck!” I slam into her one last time before my hips jerk. This is how I want to spend every night with her. Showing how much I want her - need her!
I try to calm my breathing, leaving her pressed up against the wall, both of us panting. When I pull out, she is trembling mess, her legs barely able to hold her up. So, I scoop her up in my arms and take her to the bedroom. “Take a minute to come down, beautiful.”
“Fuck,” she breathes, her voice hoarse. “That is something I’ve always wanted to do. You down to fulfill another fantasy of mine?”
“Any fucking time, Ev. Say the word. You get whatever you want. Every desire, every orgasm. All you have to do is ask.”
EVA
I’m goingto meet Selena. We have a lot to catch up on, and I owe her a big update about Atlas and me. She’s always been my sounding board, but we haven’t been able to see each other much lately. She knows Atlas and I have been seeing each other, but things have gotten way more serious. I want to tell her, face-to-face, the whole story about him asking me to move in. With Selena, I never have to hold back. I’ve been waiting for days to spill the news, and she’s probably going to freak out. Or maybe she’ll tell me we’re crazy. The timing is a bit rushed, and she’s the only one with guts enough to say it. With her insane schedule, this is the first chance we’ve had to meet, and I want to make the most of it. I hope she doesn’t have to leave early, or we’ll never cover it all. I’m already at the coffee shop waiting for her to arrive.
I manage to snag our favorite corner spot and order my usual - an oat milk latte with an extra shot - and I’m on pins and needles. No one tells you as an adult, it gets harder and harder to have friends. The day-to-day stuff takes over and once we start having kids, mom life will take over. I’m not ready to lose my best friend.
My phone pings with a text.
Selena: Running 5 min late. Order me a blueberry scone if they still have one.
I smile and head to the counter. The barista recognizes me and nods. “Another for you?”
“Just grabbing a scone for my friend and she’d like a vanilla latte,” I say, pointing to the glass case. “The blueberry one, please.”
When I return to our spot, I notice my reflection in the window. I look different somehow—happier, maybe? More settled? Is this what happens when you decide to move in with someone? Does it show on your face?
To be honest, being with Atlas has shown me exactly what I have been missing in all my other “relationships.” He supports me, sees a future, and is ready to dive headfirst into that future. He knows how important being a mother is to me and didn’t even hesitate to say he wants kids to. Most men would run away, especially on a first date, but we have known each other for over two decades. There are things we know about each other that no other person would. And that makes it that much more special.
The bell above the door chimes, and there’s Selena, scanning the room. When she spots me, her face breaks into that wide, uninhibited smile that’s been lighting up my life since college. She’s wearing her scrubs under her coat—probably came straight from the hospital.
“Sorry I’m late,” she says, dropping onto the couch beside me and pulling me into a tight hug. She smells like hospital antiseptic and that expensive perfume her mother sends from Paris. “God, I’ve missed your face. Tell me everything.”
I hand her the scone. “Where do I even start?”
She takes a bite and raises an eyebrow. “With Atlas, obviously. Last I heard, you two were ‘taking it slow.’ And now you’re texting me cryptic messages about ‘big news.’ Are you pregnant? Engaged? Starting a cult?”
