She glances at me out of the corner of her eye, and I see her brows pull together as she tries to process this new information.
“I used her to get close to you, and that may make me an asshole, but I won’t apologize for it.” I’m only a few steps away, but I stop and hold my hands out with my palms up. “I’ll scour my skin clean where she touched me if that’s what you want. I’ll do whatever it takes to erase it from your memory, but I’m not sorry for it. I would do anything, anything, to be near you, and that includes using someone that I don’t care about.”
“Why didn’t you tell me you were going to be at the party?” The hurt in her voice nearly breaks me in two.
“Because I didn’t know if you’d want me to be there.” I shake my head. “After that kiss…” I trail off and look into her eyes. “After that kiss I couldn’t think straight.”
She nods slightly as if in understanding.
“From the moment we met I haven’t been able to breathe without my eyes on you at all times. I’m obsessed with you, Eve, and I can’t control myself. I’ve never been this way before with anything in my life.”
I move closer now, close enough to touch her.
“Please, Eve. Please don’t shut me out, I won’t survive without it.” I bring my hand slowly up to cup her face, and to my relief she leans into it. “I love you.”
Her eyes widen in shock, but I just shrug my shoulders. I don’t know what else to do except confess what I feel and be honest with her. I may not give her all the details of just how crazy my love for her is right this moment, but she has to know that this is it for me.
“Oh God, Dasher, this is all so much.” She bites her bottom lip and looks up at me.
“There was never anyone else from the moment we met, and there won’t be anyone even after I’m done.” I bring my other hand up to her waist and wrap it around her to pull her close. “You’re mine, Eve, and I’m yours. This is forever.”
Before she can answer, my lips are on hers, and she’s opening for me. The passion we share ignites like never before, and suddenly we’re frantic. Her hands cling to my shirt while I grab at her dress. I tug the bottom of it up so that it’s around her waist, and then I lift her in my arms. Her legs automatically go around me, and I walk us over to the bed. Without hesitation I place her in the middle and cover her body with mine.
“I need you,” I say between kisses, and she nods as she bites my lip.
Our hands are pulling at clothes, and I feel her rip the front of my shirt open as buttons fly across the room. I’ve never been so turned on before, and my cock is practically ripping through the zipper of my slacks. When I feel her fingers at my belt, I nearly come undone. I groan as she opens them and reaches inside to palm my length.
“Fuck,” I hiss, pulling my hips back, and it falls out of her hand. “Not yet. I won’t last.”
“Dasher,” she moans while I peel off her dress and kiss my way down her body.
I take my time on her breasts, pulling down the cups of her bra and sucking on her nipples. The tight peaks are proud as I move my mouth back and forth, loving each of them equally. By the time I make it to her stomach, she’s writhing under me. I toss her dress on the floor and then pause when I look at her panties.
“Is this for me?” I let out a small laugh when I see the mistletoe embroidered on the front of them.
“It was a gag gift last Christmas from the girls at work.” She covers her face with her hands. “I didn’t think anyone would ever see them.”
“Hey.” I tug her hands away from her face until she looks at me. “Nobody but me will ever see them again.”
With her eyes locked on mine, I place my mouth on top of the mistletoe and kiss her there. She moans, her head falling back, and I pull the panties to the side. Her soft curls make a little triangle above her wet lips, and I bury my nose there and inhale. The scent of her is so ripe and sweet that my mouth waters.
“Mine,” I growl just as I cover her pussy with my tongue.
Thirteen
EVE
I gasp at the sudden pleasure that races through my whole body. Dasher’s fingers dig into my thighs, spreading me wider to make room for his broad frame. A dark part of me hopes I see his mark on me come morning. I don’t know where the thought comes from, but I can’t stop it.