Page 88 of One Night Only
“I love you,” he says after a silent moment. “I’m so fucking in love with you.”
I process his words as best as I can.
“I’ve never been in love before, but I know without a single shred of damn doubt that I am wholeheartedly head over heels in love with you, Emily,” he says. “I have been since that first night. I didn’t know it then, but I know it now.” He closes his eyes, resting his forehead against mine. “I’m in love with you, and I need you to be mine, baby.” He opens his eyes, staring into mine. “Please say you’re mine.”
Without even a second’s hesitation, I whisper, “I’m yours. Only yours.”
He closes his eyes again, his thumbs gently stroking my cheeks.
“I need you,” Dallas murmurs, pressing a slow kiss to my lips. “I need every single, beautiful part of you. Can you give me that, Goldie?”
I shudder against him, because I know what he’s asking. And, as terrifying and confusing and overwhelming as it is, I’m more than ready to give him every last, broken piece of me. Who knows? Maybe he can be the one who can put me back together again.
“Yes,” I whisper, feeling his body sag with apparent relief, like he was afraid I would say no. “Dallas?” I pull back, gauging him.
“What is it baby?”
I glance over his shoulder, my lips twisting to the side. “I don’t mean to spoil the moment, but your quarter of a million-dollar Lamborghini is literally sitting in the middle of the street with its engine running and the door wide open…”
He sniffs a laugh, pulling me flush against him and kissing the top of my head.
I don’t even know how we made it upstairs. One second, we were out on the street, and the next second we were coming up in the elevator from the garage. It could have taken minutes or hours for all I know. It’s all a blur. Nothing but frantic kisses, desperate touches, and muttered words of need and want and promise.
Shrugging out of my coat, I pull off my gloves and kick off my heels before Dallas’s big body pins me against the wall, his thick thigh finding my center, hips rolling against me, showing me just how much he wants me.
“I wanna make love to you,” he mutters against my lips, lapping his tongue into my mouth, urging mine to tangle with his. “I’ve never made love to anyone before, but I want to make love to you.” He kisses the corner of my mouth. “Withyou.”
I moan, grinding needily against his thigh.
Dallas’s lips skate down my neck, his tongue lavishing against my sensitive pulse point, sucking and kissing as his fingers dance up my thighs and under the hem of my dress, all the way up to the waist of my thong. His lips never once leave my skin as he drags my underwear down until I’m forced to kick it off my feet.
With his big hands cupping my ass, he lifts me off the ground so I’m forced to wrap my legs around his waist, wrap my arms around his neck. Our kiss is a messy thrash of lips, teeth, and tongues as Dallas carries me through the apartment and into his bedroom, fingers finding the zip at the back of my dress and dragging it all the way down, the air cool as it hits my back.
Stopping at his bed, Dallas deposits me onto the mattress, crawling over me as he does, his lips finding mine again, tongue demanding as it thrusts into my mouth in another kiss so filthy itmakes the ball of need in my belly clench. Pushing up, he straddles my hips, sitting on his knees, and with his eyes imploring my own, his fingers tuck into my dress and tug it down over my shoulders, hesitating a moment.
It's dark in here. No lights on whatsoever. But the city lights gleaming in through the windows cast a soft glow throughout the space. I can see Dallas. And I know he can see me. But before I can stop myself, I nod, giving him my consent and closing my eyes.
Dallas pauses again, and I feel his breath on my cheek. “Please look at me.”
I swallow down my trepidation and open my eyes, meeting his as he gently tugs my dress down, slowly revealing every inch of my body. His eyes haven’t left mine. His gaze set firm as he kneels over me, fingers trailing from my shoulders, down over the swell of my breasts, my ribs, and further down my sides.
“May I?” he asks with a whisper.
I swallow again, nodding once. Biting down on the inside of my cheek, it takes all I have not to squeeze my eyes closed because if I don’t witness him recoil, if I don’t see the way he grimaces, then I can pretend it never happens.
But I don’t close my eyes. And it doesn’t happen. I watch him as he allows his gaze to travel downwards, taking in every part of me, all the parts I’ve kept hidden for so long from everyone, even myself if I’m being honest. I watch the way his chest hitches the moment his eyes settle on my breasts, the way he releases a wavering breath. I watch his lips curl at the corners with the hint of a smile that is totally void of disgust and ridicule, nothing short of complete and utter adoration. I watch as he leans in closer to me, his eyes meeting mine again as he presses soft, tender kisses to my scarred skin, allowing his lips to linger as he murmurs against me, “Mine.”
I can’t even begin to explain it. But it’s as if a blanket, thick and heavy with emotion, has been lifted off me, and for the first time in so long, I feel emancipated, like a part of me that’s beencaged is suddenly set free, and an unexpected tear slips out of the corner of my eye.
Dallas crawls up my body again, cupping my breasts and kissing them as he goes. He settles in between my legs, grinding against my center and making me squirm, kissing my tear tracks with such a contradicting tenderness it makes more tears well.
“You’re so beautiful, Emily,” he whispers. “Perfect.” He places a soft kiss against my lips. “Tell me you’re mine again.”
“I’m yours.” My voice wavers with the emotion overwhelming me from the inside.
“You promise?”
I nod.
