Page 30 of You Again
Chapter 15
Henley~
It hadn’t been a fluke.
That night at The Lux hadn’t been a drunken, rage-fueled fluke. And it might have started out as an attempt to redeem my sexual self-esteem, but it hadn’t ended that way. Dash’s touch was lighting my body on fire just as it had that first night.
This had nothing to do with Arnold or his betrayal.
This was about me and Dash.
Now, I was lying naked on my bed with Dash standing at the end of my bed. He was undressing and I was enjoying the show.
After he had made me cum on the couch, I had let him undress me, and with the freedom of not being judged, I had sunk to my knees and had taken him into my mouth while I was completely naked, and he was fully clothed.
It had felt decadent.
And my feminine ego swooned every time he reached down and over my back to grab my ass. Having a fat ass wasn’t something most women are proud of, and I used to be one of them. I used to do squats until my legs collapsed under me just to get the stupid thing toned. But Dash’s perverted, yet sweet obsession with it had changed all that.
Dash made every part of me feel beautiful.
As his hands went for his pants, I couldn’t keep quiet any longer. “Not sure if I’ve mentioned it or not, but your tattoos turn me on,” I said, my breath labored and my body taunt with the wait of him.
He smirked. “Yeah?”
I nodded. “I like how you look all computer nerd with your clothes on, but as soon as they come off, all your muscles and tattoos come alive.” This newfound sexual freedom felt good. It felt good to be able to give him a compliment without worrying that I sounded stupid.
Dash shoved his pants and boxer down over his thighs. “What else do you like?” His voice was low and husky and perfect.
“I…I like how your touch burns,” I answered a bit breathlessly. “I like…I like that Icraveyou.”
Dash let out a groan as he climbed on the bed and crawled over my body. I automatically opened my legs for him and his weight settling over me never felt so good. This was different from the night we first met. Now that I knew what he was capable of, and now that I knew I could have this tonight, tomorrow, next week, next month…well, it just felt different from before.
Braced on his elbows, he looked down at me and made my heart stop with his next words.
Literally.
Stop.
“And when I’m eighty and there’s no longer any muscle and my tattoos can’t be made out anymore because my skin is sagging to my ankles? What then?”
My nose started to tickle and the pressure behind my eyes threatened to push out tears. “You…” I had to clear my throat. “You plan on still being around when you’re eighty?”
Dash slid his hard length into me, and I closed my eyes and moaned at the invasion, my question forgotten. He said I made everything fade into the background, but the truth was that he did. And the scariest thing about it all was that he made right and wrong fade into the background, too. I knew it was wrong to sleep with my client even if I slept with him before he was my client, but I was willing to risk it. That’s what he made me feel. As if every risk I was taking to be with him was worth it.
“I plan on being around every fucking day until I’m dead,” he said between grunts. “I already made mental plans to marry you on Friday.”
My laugh was stifled by a deep thrust that took me out of my head and all I could do was feel Dash making promises with his body that I prayed, and prayed he’d keep. “Dash…” I moaned.
“Yeah, baby?” he panted, every thrust into my body harder and deeper. “Tell me what you need.”
That was easy. “I need you,” I said simply. “Only you.”
“Goddamn it,” he growled and hooked my knee over his elbow, opening me wider and slamming into me harder. “You have me,” he promised.
I closed my eyes and let his words wash over me. I hoped so because, once again, Dash was inside me without a condom and I couldn’t find it in me to care. After finding out Arnold had cheated on me, I had gone for a checkup and the results were all good, there were other things to consider.
I opened my eyes and when I looked up, Dash was staring down at me, his stunning face taunt and fierce. “Dash?”
