T.A. turned her neck to the side to look at him in the reflection of the window. The sheen of tears glittered on his cheeks.
“You certainly didn’t know you we’re going to meet me. There would have been no reason for our paths to cross. If Grace and Dax hadn’t been so worried about you, we wouldn’t have. You’ve made a lot of movies over the years; did you love them all?”
“No.”
“Damn, that didn’t go the way I wanted it to go.” Quickly, she tried to think of another way to get her point across.
Dalton turned around in her arms.
“I know what you’re trying to say.”
“Do you?” she said. She looked earnestly into his eyes as she raised her hands to wipe his tears away. “Dalton, I’m not Oceane. I’ll never be Oceane. But that doesn’t mean that I won’t love you as much as she did, or that you loving me will diminish the love you felt for her. You’re not being asked to choose between us; you can have us both. Oceane can have your past, and I can have your future. A future that I want to share with you if you’ll get your head out of your ass and let me.”
Chuckling, he lifted her up until their mouths were even.
“Even if I won’t let you share dick pics with your friends?”
She tried to reason with him. “Not even an itty bitty one?”
“That would defeat the purpose, wouldn’t it?”
She was the one who moved her lips closer.
“You know what? To hell with the bet. You’re worth fifty bucks.”
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Running her hands around his shoulders, she used the tip of her tongue to tease his firm lips.
“Want me to fix you some breakfast, or do you want me to suck your dick?”
“That’s a hell of a choice.”
Trying to coax him into a deeper kiss, T.A. started stealing quick kisses from him. The game quickly became serious when he buried his hand in her hair, tilting her head backward and exposing her throat.
Feeling the slide of his tongue on the mark he had left the night before had her pussy clenching in need. Dalton might have been charismatic on the big screen, but in person he was lethal. She had seen that the night he’d crushed nuts at the grocery store, but last night had been a real eye-opener, not only to her but everyone who’d participated in or witnessed the fight.
Sex Piston had recorded the fights, and T.A. had made sure to ask her to send a copy of it to her phone. Sometimes, a girl needed a little something to get her motor revving, and watching Dalton would be her go-to video when she did.
As she dragged the front of her nightshirt back and forth across the front of his chest, Dalton skimmed his mouth over her throat to take her mouth in a kiss that claimed not only her body but a soul that had been searching for him fruitlessly for so very long.
Feeling her feet lifted off the floor, she bent her legs to grip his hips as he carried her into the bedroom.
She wanted to cry in relief when he laid them down on the bed and their eyes met with no shadows or ghosts staring back at her.
Dalton eased the top of her nightshirt down, exposing her breasts. As he laved her nipples, she started squirming, wanting to feel him naked against her. She couldn’t find the button of his jeans, becoming more frustrated with each lick and nibble.
“Hollywood, could we save the foreplay for round two?”
T.A. felt the rush of air as he jerked himself off her body to take his clothes off. He had taken off his shirt off and was sliding his jeans down his hips when a look of consternation filled his face.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t have any condoms.”
Opening her nightstand drawer, she took out a whole box of condoms and laid it on top before closing the drawer. Hopping off the bed, she started removing her pajamas, laughing at his raised brows.
“What can I say? I had high expectations.” With the clothes separating them gone, she took half a step, then threw herself back on the bed. He followed her down just as fast.
Her breath hitched in her throat when she felt him settle between her thighs. Tucking his dick between the lips of her pussy, she moaned.
“You’re sexy as fuck,” he grunted, raising his chest to stare down at her breasts.
She arched her back to lift them higher. “Show me.”
Dalton started sliding his dick back and forth through her slick center. “I can do that.” He lowered his mouth to cover her whole areola, then used his tongue to press it to the roof of his mouth, creating a shockwave that had her muscles quivering. Digging the heels of her feet into the mattress, she arched under him.