“But I wasn’t—”
Swat! My palm goes down again, leaving a rosy pink mark on her milky skin.
God, I’m getting harder. She’s so beautiful, so…
Slap!
Once more.
“Dale!”
“Tell me to stop,” I say, “and I’ll stop.”
I wait a second. Then another.
She says nothing.
Slap!
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Then I slide my fingers through her folds.
Fuck. She’s wet. Slick and wet and warm.
She likes this as much as I do. A smile spreads over my lips.
I ease my fingers upward, over her crack, massaging her asshole, her own juices lubricating it.
“Tell me to stop,” I say, my voice a husky rasp. “Tell me, or I’m going in.”
“Dale, please…”
“Please what?”
“Please. Do what you want. I want what you want.”
God damn, those words. I’m hot and horny and splitting into pieces.
I nudge the tip of my finger against her asshole, imagining it’s the head of my cock.
She gasps when I breach the entrance. I stop for a few seconds, let her get used to the invasion.
Then I slide my finger all the way in.
Such lovely forbidden warmth.
God, how will it feel against my cock?
So much for slow and sweet.
I’m going dark and taboo.
Dark and oh, so taboo.
I pull my finger out and slide it back in.
“Oh…” she breathes.
“Feel good, baby?”
“God. Yes. Love it.”
Has she done this before? I don’t doubt it, given her experience. I won’t be the first to breach this ass.
But damn it. I’ll be the last.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Ashley
I love anal. What can I say? It’s hot. I tell my girlfriends who say they’ll never do it to try it once and then get back to me.
There’s little I haven’t tried in the bedroom.
Dale knows this now.
But I swear to God, he makes me feel like a virgin.
Everything he does to me is like an awakening. A sexual rebirth.
His finger gliding in and out of my ass has me so wet I can’t see straight. I want his cock there. I want it in my pussy. Fuck, I wish he had two cocks.
I’m dripping, and my nipples are so hard I’m sure they might pop off.
“Fuck,” he growls. “I can’t take this anymore.” He flips me over and onto my back on the bed. “Need to be inside you.”
He thrusts, filling my pussy, burning a fiery path through every part of me.
“I love you,” he grits out. “Love every part of you. Want every part of you.”
“It’s yours,” I breathe, gasping at each thrust that takes me closer and closer to the release I yearn for. “Every part of me is yours.”
“Going to make you mine,” he says. “Mine and only mine.”
I already am. My words float above us and around us, in a soft pink melody to his deep-red harmony.
“Never let you go,” he groans. “Can’t. Not ever.”
No one’s asking you to.
His groin hits my clit with each plunge, and this time, this time—
“Yes! I’m coming, Dale!”
My walls contract around him, and with each spasm I ride higher, higher, higher…
Every orgasm with Dale is better than the last. Every. Single. One.
I grab his cheeks, look into his gorgeous green eyes. So much I want to say. So much I’m saying inside.
So much he’s not yet ready to hear.
But I’ll say it.
I’ll say it all before our two months are over.
And I’ll hope it’s enough to matter to him. Enough to make him give me a lifetime.
For that’s what I need, what I want, what I crave more than anything else in the world.
A lifetime with this man I love. This man who’s shown me I’m more than just sex.
I’m about love. About going all in for what matters to me.
I’m about Dale Steel.
Strong arms jiggle me out of my slumber. I open my eyes to the Syrah-colored veil of Dale’s voice.
“Time to get up, Ash. I have a surprise for you.”
I pop my eyes open farther. “A surprise? What time is it? My mom gets in sometime this morning. They spent the night at an RV park in Reno.”
“It’s early. Seven thirty. I ordered breakfast, and you have time for a shower. We have an appointment at nine.”
“An appointment? Where?”
“That’s the surprise.” He smiles. “Come on.”
After the limo driver drops us off at another hotel, Dale leads me inside, past the lobby and glitzy casino, to the shops.
He stops at—
“Tiffany’s!” I gasp.
“Yes.”
The door swings open, and an attractive older woman with light-blond hair greets us. “Mr. Steel,” she says. “And you must be Ms. White.”
I don’t answer. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to speak again. What are we doing here?
“Thank you, Iris,” Dale says.
“You’re quite welcome,” Iris says. “I’ve laid out the items as you asked.”
Dale holds my hand, and we both follow Iris to one of the jewelry counters. Sparkling on top of velvet in Tiffany light blue lie no fewer than twenty diamond rings.
Diamond rings.
I can’t help gaping. They’re all huge. They’re all sparkling. They’re all beautiful.