This time he sucks in a breath.
I tingle all over, my body still shaking from the explosive orgasm. Dale’s hard again. I can’t even believe it, but he is, and that majestic cock jutting out from his blond bush is an amazing sight indeed. A sight I’ll never tire of.
He’s a god. A Dionysus that looks like Adonis, come down to pluck me like he plucks grapes from his vines.
And I can’t fucking wait.
He gazes at my pussy, a strip of hair several shades darker than the hair on my head. Does he like it bare? I’ll run to the bathroom and shave if he tells me to. Anything to please him.
Freaking anything.
All he has to do is ask.
Hell, he doesn’t have to ask.
He can command me. Demand anything, and I’ll obey.
And I’ll never regret it.
Even if he never talks to me again after this night.
“Fuck, Ashley.” He grits his teeth, his jawline rigid, even more so than usual.
“What?” I say breathlessly.
“I swear to God…”
“What?” More emphatic this time.
“If I have to walk through hell, you’re coming with me.”
What? His words ring in my mind as I try to make sense of them through the burgundy haze.
His voice. His husky and beautiful and garnet-tinged voice…
“I fucking swear.” He pushes me down on the bed so I’m lying on my back, and he hovers over me, his gaze penetrating mine. “It’s all chaos. Pure chaos.”
Chaos? What does he mean?
I open my mouth to ask, my body still thrumming from the orgasm and from his nearness, but he crushes his lips to mine in a fiery kiss.
His lips and tongue are still tinged with the sweetness of the tuna tartare, the spiciness of the wasabi, and the toastiness of the Cristal. And then the flavor of Dale himself—that irresistible mixture of darkness and delight.
How he’d hate that description! He’d call it subjective, but I can’t describe it any more vividly.
Darkness.
Delight.
Dale Steel.
The three are synonymous in my mind.
If this is a walk through hell, then may I burn.
He breaks our kiss and inhales a deep breath. Our gazes lock, and his eyes blaze with the fire of hot lava, the perfect green of Helenite from Mt. St. Helen’s. Music plays in my mind—vivid green music of violins and clarinets.
He stares, his lips parted, and for a moment, I think he might speak, might veil me in the garnet cloak of his voice, but instead, he lowers his head and takes one of my nipples between his lips.
“Oh, God,” I moan.
My nipples are no strangers to a man’s lips, but Dale’s lips are in a class by themselves. Sparks shoot through me and gravitate swiftly to my pussy, culminating in my clit.
With each tug of his lips, my clit throbs, and for a second, I wonder if I can come just from his mouth on my breasts.
His fingers find the other nipple, and he pinches it gently. And then…not so gently.
I’m on fire. I’m bursting into flames, my hips undulating on their own. I thrust upward, searching.
Searching for what I crave. Anything to fill that achingly empty void inside me. That void he filled so completely when we fucked against the door.
Still, he concentrates on my nipples, and as much as I want him in other places, I can’t bear the thought of him leaving my breasts.
As if reading my mind, though, he slides his free hand down my body, caressing my side and hip and then swirling a finger through my folds. I gasp as he circles my clit once, twice, and then jams two fingers into my pussy.
“Dale!” I push upward, trying to get his fingers farther and farther into me. He circles them inside me, slides them, glides them, all while continuing his rapturous assault on my nipples.
I’m wet. So wet and ready for him to push his hard cock back into me. For him to use me as he threatened.
Only it wasn’t a threat.
It was a promise—a promise I yearn for him to fulfill.
For though he gave me a good hard fuck, I’m far from used up.
And the night has just begun.
Chapter Forty-Six
Dale
Her walls clamp around my fingers, those same walls that hugged my cock so perfectly only moments earlier.
My cock.
Damn. I want her again, and I—
Fuck.
I let her nipple drop and withdraw my fingers.
A soft whimper curls out of her throat. “Dale?”
“Please tell me you’re on the pill.”
“Yeah. I would’ve stopped you if—”
“Clean?”
“Yeah. Absolutely.”
“So am I. Why didn’t you ask?”
“Because you wouldn’t have fucked me if you weren’t.”
I cock my head. “Really? Are you always so certain?”
She cocks her head this time. “No, I’m not.”
“Then why were you so certain about me?”
“Because…” She shrugs. “I just am. I mean…you didn’t know how to hold my hand.”
“That doesn’t mean I’ve never fucked a woman before.”
“I know. I just… There’s something about you, Dale. You’re never going to put someone in harm’s way. I just know that.”