Page 16 of Should I Fall
I wrap my arms around the back of Dash’s neck, clinging to him as pleasure assaults me in ways I never knew were possible. The man shows me no mercy as he works those magic fingers all through an orgasm that seems to never end.
After what feels like hours of riding the most insane wave of my life, I collapse into his lap, pressing my forehead into his chest so I can catch my breath. I notice the bulge inhis sweatpants, and the desire to have him inside me is overwhelming.
“Dash—”
A crack of thunder rips across the sky, and we freeze.
“I thought the storm was over.”
Dash looks at me, sucking my juices off of his fingers before saying, “So did I.”
Chapter Eight
Dash
It’s another sleepless night of watching the storm that popped up out of nowhere. Though the storm itself passed hours ago, the number of lightning strikes has kept me on high alert until dawn. I’ve called in two smaller fires that were thankfully quickly extinguished.
But the one fire I fear will never be put out is the one burning deep inside me since meeting Stormi.
After letting Blaze out for his morning relief, I return to the tower. To the woman sleeping in my bed. I can’t stop staring at her, tangled in my blankets. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life.
She stayed up with me as long as she could stand it, but within an hour, she was yawning so fiercely her eyes were watering.
I tucked her into bed with a kiss that still haunts me.
I’m falling for her.
I don’t know how it’s possible, or why I trust it so much. There’s a gut feeling that swears she’s meant to be mine. All night long, I ping-ponged between reporting concerning strikes and playing out every detail she’s shared with me about her life trying to puzzle how we could make it work.
I want to convince myself that she could easily uproot her life in Omaha, especially since she told her boss to shove it where the sun doesn’t shine. But I don’t want her moving to Cinnamon Creek if I’m the only reason.
The pressure is too much.
The last time a woman did that for me?—
“Is it over?” Stormi asks, a yawn escaping as she sits up. My T-shirt hangs off one shoulder, damn near exposing a nipple. My mouth waters at the memory of circling my tongue around the peak.
“Yeah, it’s over.”
“Have you slept at all?” she asks, her bright blue eyes filled with concern.
“No.”
She tosses back the covers, revealing those bare legs. The T-shirt is bunched at her hip, exposing her yellow panties.
Turns out, yellow is my new favorite color.
Who knew?
I’m staring at those cheerful panties as I debate whether to accept her invitation, too tired to remind myself of all the reasons that this is a bad idea. The further this goes, the bigger hole it’s going to leave inside me when she gets on that chopper.
The idea of Miss Sunshine disappearing from my life is too much to bear.
So I don’t focus on that.
I focus instead on the woman keeping my bed warm, and drop my sweatpants.
Her bright blue eyes darken a shade as they lock on my erect cock. I stand at the edge of the bed, waiting. Giving Stormi the chance to change her mind.
