When I Say Yes (Necklace Trilogy 3)

Dash folds me close and cups my head. “You already told me.”

“No,” I say, panting out a breath. “No, don’t say I don’t trust you. That’s not what this is.”

“I wasn’t going to say that at all. I don’t need you to go too far, too fast, baby. That’s not what I need at all. And I don’t need that fight club. I just need you.”

My heart squeezes. “You do?”

“I do,” he says again, “and I know what you need, what we need.”

He moves to the headboard and pulls me to his lap, me straddling him, the thickness of his erection pressed to my backside, while his hand is on my face. “This,” he says, and then he’s kissing me, and I can taste tenderness on his lips and so much more. There is honesty and passion. There is love and need and hunger.

My hands are on his shoulders, my naked breasts between us, his hands cupping them, thumbs stroking my nipples. I lean into his palms and press my mouth to his mouth. He cups my head and then he’s kissing me again, and this kiss is different. This kiss is demanding, greedy, and intense. That wildness I’d expected from him is back again and it seduces me, claims me.

I’m kissing him with all that I am, touching him with hungry hands, muscles flexing beneath my fingers. And he is touching me, his hands all over me. It’s just not enough. Nothing is ever enough with Dash. There’s nothing but him and me, and me and him, right now.

“Dash,” I pant out. “Dash.”

“I know, baby. I know.” He catches my waist and lifts my body, adjusting, his shaft now between us.

I reach down and touch it, and he groans, that rough, masculine sound urging me forward.

I guide his cock between my legs, press him inside me. He’s so big, so thick and hard, I moan as he fills me, and I can barely catch my breath. I pant as I slide down the length of him, take all of him until we’re skin to skin, consumed by one another.

Our eyes meet and we just stay there, locked together, unmoving.

There’s this connection between us that I don’t know how to explain, it’s both sexual and emotional, magnetic, addictive. The air thickens and seems to burn with that connection and Dash tangles his fingers in my hair and drags my mouth to his. “He hurt you.”

“What?” I gasp, shocked at his observation.

“I saw it in your eyes, baby. He hurt you. I will never hurt you.”

I drop my chin and my lashes lower with the impact of those words on our relationship. I try to push away from him, but he folds his arm around me. “Don’t run, baby. Don’t run.”

“I’m not glass that will break, Dash. One minute you want to fuck me hard and dirty and now you think I’m too weak or you think—”

“No. I don’t. You are the strongest person I’ve ever known, Allie Wright. You make me stronger.”

“And yet you want hard and dirty, and you give me gentle and sweet.

“And what if you don’t?”

“Stop protecting me from you, Dash. That doesn’t work for us. Stop.”

He doesn’t reply. He doesn’t speak but we’re breathing together, and a spark seems to ignite all over again. Dash drags my mouth to his and he’s kissing me, wildly, hotly, and any reserve I’d had evaporates. He’s cupping my head, my breast, rocking with me, his cock pressing into me. And I’m riding him, rocking with him, swaying against his body.

We’re fucking.

And yet, it’s so much more.

He consumes me and I consume him. There is no time, no past—there isn’t even a future. There is just right here, right now, or so I think. Dash squeezes my backside and says, “You won’t break,” before he smacks my ass.

I gasp and he thrusts into me, a sweet burn where his hand and cock torment me. I bury my face in his neck, and he does it again. I can feel my fingernails digging into his shoulder. “More?” he asks me, his hand on my face, dragging my gaze to his. “More, Allie?”

“God, yes,” I plead, and that’s what he gives me. More. And more. Of his hand, his mouth, his body pressed inside my body. And it doesn’t take much before I am at the place of no return. I go from holding back, trying to make this last, trying to hold onto every last second of this, all of this, to tumbling over that edge none of us ever want to fall from just yet, to that place of ultimate bliss. My body jerks, and the spasms of my sex around his cock follow. His arm is back around my waist, and he drags me down against him, thrusting with a lift of his hips, a rough, guttural sound rumbling from his chest and lips. I shudder. He quakes. We eventually collapse into each other.