Page 39 of Dusty and Dented
Chapter Twenty-Five
As soon as his handscovered her breasts, organized thoughts fled Andy’s mind.All the want, the need, the ache to be touched pushed to the forefront and took over what little thinking capacity she had left.
With Dagger’s hands on her, she was need and want and desire and little more.Heat pooled low in her belly then spread through her entire body, making her movements slow but sensual.She dragged her nails lightly down his chest, until her hands met where her legs supported her on either side of his hips.His touch turned from gentle to more possessive, making Andy’s head swim.She’d had men touch her before—hell, Tony had done a hell of a lot more than this, and while it had been good, at least at first, she’d never had anything feel as good as Dagger’s hands and mouth on her body.
She tugged at his shirt, wanting it off so she could feel him skin to skin with her.She needed to put her hands on him, to feel every sensation as she didn’t know if she’d ever be able to talk him into this again.She was going to enjoy every moment while she had it.
The thick ridge of his erection pressed into her core, reminding her that while he still had all his clothes on, there were things she could do to encourage him, to convince him that the clothing needed to come off.
She pulled at his clothes, then at her own.It didn’t matter where it went, as long as she got to feel him against her.Dagger’s hands on her.She ached to feel him fill her, to give her something more to feel than the pain that had filled her for days.
When Dagger rolled them so he was on top, and she lay staring up at him, she was pulled back into her head enough to watch him pull the t-shirt off over his head, revealing the broad chest she’d admired earlier when he’d come out of the shower in only a towel.She hadn’t been close enough before, but now she ran her hands up his chest, smiling at the way the coarse hair scattered across his torso tickled her fingers.
He stared down at her, meeting her gaze for a moment.He stared back at her, searching for something in her eyes.After what seemed like an eon but was likely no more than ten or fifteen seconds, he seemed to see what he was after and moved away, his gaze still on her face as his hands went to his belt.
Andy fought the urge to look down—to watch his hands as he opened his jeans and revealed himself to he—and lost.She wanted to see his face but the temptation of watching him strip was more enticing.
He didn’t seem to care she was watching, but maybe he slowed his movements as he rolled the thick denim down his hips.Just as his cock was about to be revealed, he bent, once more hiding himself from her view.She wondered for a moment if he’d done it on purpose, then he looked up and the glint in his eye told her he knew exactly what he was doing.
“You can say no or stop this at any time, just remember that,” Dagger said, meeting her gaze.He continued to pull his jeans off his legs but didn’t straighten.“Do you understand?”
“I do.I can stop this any time.”
That seemed to satisfy him and he straightened.
Andy’s eyes went wide.Her mouth went dry.She wasn’t a virgin, not in a long time, but this wasn’t something she’d ever thought much about, much less had ever seen.
“Will they fit?Will they hurt?”
“Yes, it will fit.You’ll feel them but it won’t hurt.I promise.”
She found herself staring at his erect cock, which was as long as any she’d ever seen, though not quite as wide as Tony had been.Still, it was what looked like several steel barbells running up the underside that made her wonder.
“That had have hurt to have done.”She swallowed then licked her lips.What would he taste like?
“It did.”Dagger stood beside the bed, as if he was waiting on something.Was it her?
She leaned up, then sat.Unable to resist temptation, she crawled closer then reached for him.She wanted to see how they felt.Realizing he might not want her playing with him like that, she stopped before her hand made contact and looked up at him.
“Can I?”
“Have fun.”One corner of his mouth quirked as if he was fighting a smile.
“I won’t hurt you?”She glanced down at him then back up to his face.
Dagger shook his head slowly.“You won’t hurt me, Sparky.They’re long since healed.Unless you jerk one of them out, you’re not going to hurt me.”He took her hand where it still hovered in the air next to him, and guided her hand to cover him, to slowly slide up and down his length.
