Page 15 of Should I Fall
“Dash—”
“If I make you come nice and hard, baby girl, will you stop being so stubborn and go sleep in the bed?”
A shiver of anticipation zips through my entire body, all at once. It’s electrifying.
I have zero intentions of allowing this man to sleep on the floor, but I’ll play his game.
For now.
“Yes.”
I lift up on my knees, sliding my hands up his shoulders and to the back of his neck. I drag his mouth to mine for the sensual, hungry kiss I’ve been craving since our lips last broke apart hours ago.
Dash tugs down my panties enough to grant him access. I feel the cool breeze between my legs only seconds before his warm, rough fingers graze my soaked flesh. I let out a moan at the contact. It’s been so long since a man touched me that I forgot howgoodit could feel.
“So fucking wet.”
He tugs on my bottom lip with his teeth, pinning me with his gaze as he strokes me softly and thoroughly. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced. I gently rock my hips to the rhythm of his hand between my legs, desperate to live in this feeling for as long as I can. Before I explode and shoot through the damn roof.
“You’re good at this,” I pant, digging my fingers into his shoulders.
“I’m good at a lot of things,” he growls, inserting a finger into my sopping wet channel.
I let out a moan that startles Blaze.
“Go back to sleep,” Dash orders his dog. “Nothing to see here.”
Blaze grumbles, spins in a circle, and curls back into a ball, effectively ignoring us.
“This happen often?” I try to sound like I’m teasing, but a surge of jealousy hits me.
“This happensnever.”
A second finger joins the first and I cry out his name.
“Never?” The question comes out as a pant.
“I don’tfuckwomen in my tower,” he says, his tone firm in a way that makes me want him even more. Maybe he says that to all the women he brings here. Maybe he’s telling the truth. Either way, it turns me on to no end to think I might be that special to him.
He yanks up my shirt, exposing my breasts. I arch into him, offering my pebbled nipple to his eager mouth.
“Such beautiful tits,” he growls, inserting a third finger into my channel.
It’s almost too much, and yet, not even close to enough.
“Fuck, Dash. I’m going?—”
“You want to come?”
Any attempts I make to form words fail, so I nod eagerly instead. Dash’s laughter rumbles against my nipple. I want to be annoyed at him because he knows exactly what he’s doing to me. But how can I be? I’ve never felt so desired in all my life.
“You better hold on then,” he says, lifting his lips back to mine and kissing me once. “You’re about to come harder than you’ve ever come before.”
Dash makes good on that promise.
Pleasure rips me in two.
I cry out so loud I’m certain I’ve frightened Brutus away from the tower for good.
