Making Hollie happy, giving her pleasure, had overtaken everything to become my first priority. I couldn’t rest until this woman had everything she wanted, anything that would make her happy. We were going to stay in Oregon until we had her parents and Autumn relocated and then we were going back to London. Together.
Everything was perfect.
She groaned as I pressed my tongue on her clit and then delved into her folds, savoring the velvety warmth, letting her moans move through my body like a roll of thunder. A twist of her hips signaled she was ready for more, but I wasn’t sure my fingers were going to be enough. I hooked my thumbs into her underwear and stripped them off in one smooth movement.
“I want you,” she whispered. “My entire life I won’t want anything more than I want you inside me at this moment.”
Blood surged to my cock and I struggled to my feet, my head fuzzy with lust and impatience. I wasn’t done tasting her. I’d never be done tasting her. But I wanted to give her whatever she desired. “Flip over,” I said, unbuttoning my shirt. If I had to look into her eyes as I pushed into her, I’d lose it. I pulled up her hips, getting her onto all fours. But seeing her like this was a sensory storm and my dick strained against the zip of my jeans. The way her breasts swayed as she shifted—the way her skin glistened like ice and her hair coiled around her body like ivy—was sheer perfection. Watching her was like taking a class-A drug. Too big a dose after enforced abstention could stop my heart.
I pressed a kiss at the base of her spine, the muscles of her back that created mountains either side of a ravine I wanted to lick dry. Smoothing my hands over her arse, she bucked. “Please,” she cried, her fingers greedily grabbing the sheets as she arched her back. “Please Dexter. I can’t wait any longer.”
Nor could I. I stripped off my trousers and pants and placed a firm hand on her lower back, steadying her. I grasped my cock in the other hand and circled her entrance with the tip—just a hint of what was to come.
“Dexter. For the love of God, will you please fuck me.”
“Shit,” I said, shifting my hips away from her. “I forgot the condom.” The blood pounded in my ears as I glanced around for my wallet.
She turned and sat up on the bed. “Do we need one?”
She was looking at me, her gaze heavy with questions. We were talking about more than condoms.
“I haven’t been with anyone but you,” she said. “Not since we met. But if you have . . .” Her voice wavered at the end.
“Of course I haven’t,” I said, crawling over her, onto the bed. “There’s been no one since we met.” And no one of any importance before her, I understood now. “If you don’t want to use condoms, then that’s fine.”
“You don’t want to know if I’m on the pill?”
I shrugged. “What’s the worst that could happen?”
She grinned. “Oh, I don’t know. You could knock me up.”
“Doesn’t sound so bad,” I said quietly, the confession formulating in my head at the same time as it appeared on my lips. “I’d like to have children with you.” I’d never thought of having a family. I’d been so focused on my business, and I’d just assumed that kind of life—a family life—had been out of my reach since Bridget left me. But with Hollie, it was possible again, maybe for the first time. I wanted us to build a life together—to bring new life into the world.
She pushed her fingers into my hair and pressed a kiss to my cheek. “I’d like to have a family with you too. But not yet. I’ll stay on the pill for awhile yet. That okay with you?”
Everything was okay as long as I was with Hollie. Storms could rage, frogs could fall from the sky and Daniels & Co could go down—nothing mattered except being with her. Everything else was white noise.
“But we can practice in the meantime?” I asked, tangling my legs with hers and bending to scrape my teeth over her collarbone. I wanted to map out her body with my mouth. I wouldn’t rest unless I knew every centimeter in the dark with just a lick of my tongue.
She pulled her legs up, pressing my cock against her clit. “Well you are a perfectionist, and practice makes perfect.” Her fingertips trailed up my sides and then around to my back, then slid behind and up over my shoulders. I didn’t know what it was about that movement that made it feel like such an intimate act of familiarity—as if I was a part of her, and she’d been absentmindedly touching herself. It floored me. It struck me that I wasn’t on my own anymore. For the first time ever, I had someone in my life who was part of my soul. Someone who would be with me forever.