Page 21 of Should I Fall
“You didn’t know.”
“I trusted the wrong person,” I admit. “And it cost me the chance to be there. It cost me the chance totry.Maybe I couldn’t have saved the house. I know that now. Five seasons out here with nothing but my thoughts has given me plenty of time to reflect.”
“I’m so sorry, Dash,” she says, stepping in front of me and snaking those soft hands up my neck.
She lifts on her tiptoes and presses her mouth to mine, the kiss as gentle as her soul. It stirs something deep inside me. Something I thought I’d buried long ago.
I love her.
I know that now.
That’s why every moment away from her today felt like fucking years of loneliness.
It doesn’t make any sense, how I could justknowsomeone I met yesterday is my soulmate. But for once, I decide not to question it. Instead, I scoop her into my arms and carry her up to the tower, intent on showing her just how damn much I missed her. How much I never want to miss her again.
Chapter Eleven
Stormi
When Dash strips me of my yellow jacket, a crystal falls out and bounces against the wood floor. He bends to pick it up, holding out the purple gemstone to me.
“It’s an amethyst,” I explain. “It’s a calming stone, among other things.”
“And this one?” Dash asks, reaching for the sunstone I left on his pillow this morning.
“It represents joy and positivity.”
Dash shakes his head, one of those panty-melting smiles gracing his lips. “I should have known you’d leave your sunshine behind.”
“I thought it couldn’t hurt,” I tease. “It’s a perfect remedy to rid one of grumpiness.”
“You know what else needs ridding?” he asks, setting both stones on the nightstand beside his bed before turning his attention back to me.
“What’s that?”
“Your clothes.”
His lips return to mine as he takes his time undressing me. His hands are everywhere—in my hair, under my clothes, between my legs. I’ve known since the moment I met him that he was safe. But in this moment, I know it’s safe to fully surrender to him. Allowing him to worship my body in all the ways he craves.
He strips me down slowly, his mouth tasting me inch by inch.
I gasp when his tongue circles my nipple.
“I really like these,” he says in an approving growl, moving to the second one.
His hand slides between my legs, and I prop a knee up on the bed behind me to give him better access. He saws his fingers through my folds at a leisurely pace, no hurry to any movement he makes.
“So fucking wet.”
“That’s your fault.”
“That is blame I’ll gladly take,” he says, pushing me back onto the bed and crawling on top of me. He kisses me thoroughly before moving that delicious mouth down the length of my body.
The tip of his tongue drags along my clit, and my hips buck hard.
“How long has it been, Stormi?”
“Details aren’t important,” I say, too embarrassed to admit that the last time a man went down on me, he was better classified as a boy. The last time this poor pussy has seen any action that wasn’t battery operated was right after college.
