I’m not sure what to say to his comment, so I simply smile.
“My mother and I… I don’t know why it’s the way it is. We’ve both gotten used to it over the years. I’ve talked at length to—”
I trail a finger over his forearm. “Why did you stop so abruptly?”
“I don’t talk about this. To anyone.”
“You just said you’ve talked at length—”
“Shut up!” He rakes his fingers through his mane of honey hair. “Just shut the fuck up, Ashley.”
“But you—”
He slams his lips down on mine. My lips are parted, and he dives in unapologetically.
Gone is questioning Dale.
Now he’s punishing Dale once more. This kiss is raw and angry. Oh, it’s full of desire and passion as well, but at its core, I feel rage. Red rage. Not the silky dark red of Dale’s low voice.
This is bright red. Raging red.
He’s angry. At me? At himself? At the world?
My guess is all three.
I care. I care so much, but the thought is fleeting as I melt into the kiss. Yes, it’s hard. Yes, it’s angry.
But it’s also firm and drugging and perfect in the most precious way.
Though I’m not angry, I press into the kiss, giving as good as I get. Our tongues tangle and duel. Our lips slide together. Our teeth clash.
The red rage merges with the burgundy that surrounds Dale always. What results is a clash of color so vibrant that it takes over my senses. Takes over my libido.
It forces me to take the lead, and I break free from the passion to inhale a desperate breath.
“Bed,” I say breathlessly.
He pushes me down onto his mattress. “Take off your fucking clothes.”
One day, I hope Dale will undress me seductively. Make love to me slowly.
Tonight is not that night.
Though I want to go slowly, make him wait to discover each additional inch of my flesh, I can’t. I grope at the garments binding me, releasing myself from them as quickly as I can, until I sit naked atop his bed, his green comforter cool against my bottom.
But not for long. The fabric heats from my body, and soon I’m sitting on lava.
Dale lowers his eyelids slightly, and a growl vibrates from him.
I open my mouth to demand he undress as well, but then shut it quickly. I want him to stare at me, to rake his gaze over every square centimeter of me. All that I have is his, and I want him to see it.
See all of me.
If I could open my chest and let him look into my heart, my soul, I would.
I lay myself bare to Dale Steel.
I’m his. His and his alone.
But he chooses not to take the time I wish him to. Instead, he spreads my legs, eyes my pussy with hunger in his green eyes, and then he unzips his pants and frees his cock.
Before I can give it the adoration it deserves, it’s inside me, and Dale is pumping.
Hard. So hard.
I’m wet, so he slid in with ease, but my nipples ache for his attention. My clit yearns for his mouth.
He’s still clothed, his shirt abrading my nipples with delicious friction. His pubic hair does the same for my clit, and I’m nearing a climax way before I want to.
I can’t hold back, though. Not with Dale. He invades all my senses, and an orgasm rises almost of its own accord.
Colors drape over me, and music swells in the background. The spicy taste of our kiss lingers on my lips, and his green eyes bore into mine.
Is it the joyous green caroling?
The burgundy silk of his low growls?
The red rage of his body driving into mine?
Everything. It’s a psychedelic kaleidoscope. A rainbow of passion.
He thrusts and he thrusts, harder each time, his dark-red groans the torrent melody around me.
I love you. Dale, I love you so much.
Will I ever be able to share with him my true feelings?
Those feelings that grow stronger every moment?
The thought of being without him is more than I can bear. I close my eyes as the peak draws nearer.
One more thrust against my clit—
I erupt. Words leave my mouth and hang in the swirl of color around us. I can’t tell you what the words are. They’re jumbled phrases of lust and passion. Of want and need.
And I take a giant leap into paradise.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Dale
Yes! I’m coming, Dale. So good! Fuck me. Fuck me harder!
Her words ignite a hotter fire in my loins. I’m harder than ever, and I plunge into her faster and faster, letting her feed the emptiness in my soul.
She fills me. With her beauty, her laughter, her brilliance.
Everything about Ashley White propels me further into orgasmic bliss.
I’ve never felt like this before. I fear I never will again.
I hold back, making it last as long as I can. Don’t want it to end. Never want it to end.