His low laughter seems to rumble through me. "I told you, baby. Tonight is all about you."
"Then do what I ask and fuck me. Please," I add, then reach down and grab his hair so that he has no choice but to slide up my body when I tug. "You won't hurt me," I whisper, then lightly kiss the corner of his mouth. "Or if you do, I promise I'll enjoy it."
I can tell by the twitch of his lips and the gleam in his eye that any additional argument he puts up will be only for show. And when he lowers his head and slides down my body, I tremble and spread my legs wider, relishing the feel of him, the touch of him. And losing myself in the anticipation of what is to come.
Roughly, he grabs my thighs, tugging me down the bed as he wraps my legs around his hips. My sensitive pussy rubs against his cock and I arch up, my body aching for more.
"Fuck, yes," he says, and there's no longer any humor in his voice. Just need. Desperation. The tip of his cock teases me, sliding over my clit, dipping inside me just enough that I almost cry out in frustration.
I squirm against him, pleasure rising in my body, electricity swirling in my belly and between my legs. I clench the sheet and shift my hips as his cock strokes my clit.
"Please, Dallas. I'm begging. Now, please, now."
He growls an unintelligible response and then grasps my hips, pulling me toward him as he thrusts forward. I'm desperately wet, and he enters me deep in one hard, violent thrust that has me crying out as he fills me, then pulls out and slams into me again.
It's hard and hot and wild and exactly what I wanted even though with each tug on my hips he slides me down the sheet, irritating my abraded shoulder. But I don't care. On the contrary, I relish the pain. It underscores the moment, marking the return of a reality in which I belong to Dallas, wholly and completely. Because the pain means that I'm here.
The pain means that I'm alive.
And I never feel more alive than in Dallas's arms.
Again and again he thrusts inside me. "I'm close," he says. "Touch yourself, baby. I want to watch you play with your clit--and I want you to come with me."
"Yes." It's the only word I can manage, but I obey. I slide my fingers down, then brush against his cock as I stroke myself. It's wildly erotic, and a shudder rips through me, pushing me closer to the edge and then, yes, all the way over so that I cry out, my body tightening convulsively around his cock, taking him all the way, too, so that we both explode at the same time.
I swear I see stars, and when I finally come back to earth, he is on the bed on top of me, and we are both breathing hard. "Oh, baby," he murmurs, then eases over so he doesn't crush me. "I love you," he says, and to me his voice sounds like it's underscored by chimes.
Chimes?
And then it's not chimes that I hear, but Dallas's low curse as he bolts off the bed and rips into his jeans pocket in search of his phone.
I prop myself up on my elbows. I'm about to give him shit for his lack of sexy time manners, but then I see the expression on his face.
"That's Liam," he says, and meets my eyes. And in that second, I feel a shift. Neither of us know what Liam is going to say, but we both know it won't be good, and that this sweet, warm moment is about to evaporate completely.
I sit all the way up and reach for Dallas, then hold his wrist as he answers the call.
"Jane's with me. You're on speaker. What's happened?"
"We were working on Jane's phone when it received a series of texts."
For a minute, I'm confused. What's the big deal about my phone getting some texts? Then, of course, my stomach twists and knots.
I get it.
I understand.
"She sent them," I say. "The bitch who attacked me."
"Forward them," Dallas orders.
"Doing that right now," Liam says, and only seconds later, Dallas's phone dings to signal incoming text messages. Dallas opens the app and bile rises in my throat as I see the words that pop up on the screen:
Dallas, I could have done so much worse. I didn't, because I knew it would upset you.
But that's not really fair, is it? Because you've upset me.
How can you be with her when you should be with me? How can you touch her when you should be touching me?