Page 38 of Dusty and Dented
She moved closer, pushing him over onto his back, and moved over him, lay on top of him, and continued to kiss him.Dagger held her waist, keeping her from sliding off his torso, but not taking advantage of her or the way she was pressing against him.Not doing more than he needed to but still enjoying her touch and the feel of her body pressed against him.He couldn’t help the jerk of his hips as she ground her hips into him.
“Are you sure?”he asked, his voice breathless as she broke the kiss a moment later.
“I need to feel.Something more than the pain.”She pressed her face into his chest as her fingers curled into his torso.“I’m not good at this.”She took a deep breath and let it out in a small huff.
“You’re doing just fine.I just want to make sure this is what youwant, and not that you’re just looking to feel something, anything.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean if you’re sure this is what you want, that it’s something you won’t enjoy now and regret later, then I’m all in.But take a minute, make sure this is what you want, Sparky, ‘cause I’m not sure I could take it if you decided you regret what you started here.”
She blinked and stared down at him for a moment.She stared as if she was thinking about his words.
“I’ve been thinking about this all afternoon.It’s not just that I want to feel arms around me.You’ve given me more of that than I’ve had in longer than I care to admit.”She looked away.
Dagger gently turned her face back so he could look her in the eye.So he could see the expression she was trying to hide.He watched as some of the sadness he’d seen so much of on her face recently flickered across her visage, then something else, something that looked suspiciously like embarrassment.He wanted to ask why but felt like this might not be the right time.
“I won’t push for more than you want to give, ever.”Dagger’s gaze never left hers.He wanted her to know that he wasn’t that kind of guy.
“I want you.”Her voice was so soft that if he hadn’t been looking at her, if he hadn’t seen her say it, he might believe he’d imagined it.But he’d seen her say it.
He searched her face once more, trying to figure out what she was thinking, then he gave in.He angled his head and kissed her.Dagger poured every want, every need, every ache—because he’d been so hard for her—that he’d ever felt, either now or when he’d seen her before, and he could admit to himself that he’d seen her.Craven’s Creek wasn’t that big.At first he hadn’t known who she was but once he did, he’d kept his distance, because he didn’t want to piss off his brother.Now, that brother was gone and Dagger knew he didn’t have what it took to turn her away.Who would tell someone like her no when all she wanted was them?Dagger just knew that he only had so much resistance in him, and spending the last day with her, holding her while she cried, then assuring himself that she was okay after her ordeal with the Crows, had taken everything he had.
Her hands curled into his biceps, pulling him closer.He rolled his hips against hers, letting her feel the hard length of him through his jeans.The low groan she made let him know that that little contact had hit something just right.If she was that responsive to something so simple, how would she react if his hands were on her skin in those same places.His cock throbbed and he had to force himself to move his hips away, if only slightly.Between the heat of her, the friction and the sounds she was making, he was far too close to losing his control.There was no way he was going to come in his pants while dry humping Andy.He wasn’t some green fourteen-year-old anymore.Besides, he had better manners than that.
He pulled Andy into his arms, holding her tight against him then rolled so he was on his back and she lay on top of his chest.
“What?”she said, pulling back enough to look down at him.
“You’re in charge.I told you I would only go as far as you want.So you get to decide.Do what you want with me.”Dagger held his arms wide, giving himself to her.
Andy stared down at him for a moment, blinking as she seemed to be considering the possibilities.
“Even if what I want is for you to bend me over the bed and fuck my brains out?”She watched him with one lifted brow.
“I’m sure we’ll get there, and if that’s what you want, I can make sure it happens.But I thought we might start a little more gentle.”He reached up and smoothed the palm of one hand down her cheek.“You want to touch me or do you want me to touch you too?”He cupped her waist on top of her clothes, playing the tips of his fingers back and forth across the sliver of bare skin he found exposed between the shorts and where her t-shirt had crawled up her torso.
She stared down at him for a moment and he thought for a split second that either she would get up and walk away, leaving him aching and hard or that she would tell him he wasn’t allowed to touch.He’d do both but he wasn’t sure which would be more difficult.
Then she lifted her arms, pealing the top off over her head, revealing what he’d known but had been trying hard to ignore.She was braless.
“Sweet Jesus,” he muttered as he let his fingers curl into the soft skin of her hips and back as he fought to keep his hands where they were and not let them slide up to cup her so tempting tits.Not until she told him one way or the other.Still, he lay there, watching her over him, the berry pink nipples drawn tight and just asking for him to suck on them.His mouth watered as he glanced up to find her watching him, a smile curving her lips.
“Are you just going to stare?”She gripped his hands with hers and slid them up her torso, using her hands to guide his as she brought them up to cup her tits.
Unable to resist the temptation she’d literally put in his hands, he squeezed and kneaded the globes, loving the way they gave and squished in his fingers.A small sound drew his eyes back up to her face.Her parted lips and the half-lidded eyes, along with her dilated pupils told him she liked his touch.Keeping his eyes on her face, he pinched her nipples between his fingers, rolling them back and forth for a moment.
Andy bowed her back, pressing her tits into his hands as if she was silently begging for more.Dagger wanted to run his hands, his tongue and teeth, over her entire body, just to see how she would react and what she liked.Every touch seemed to wake something inside Andy, seemed to make her forget all the shit she’d been through recently and help her emerge from her shell.As he coaxed that hidden part of her free, Dagger wondered if he could make her forget everything.If he could wring enough pleasure from her body that all she could do was curl up against him and sleep.The idea appealed to him more than he would admit to anyone but himself.With a smile, he leaned up and pulled one taut nipple into his mouth.It was time to see if he was up to the challenge.
