In His Eyes

“You are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.” He cups my breasts, his thumbs caressing my hard nipples.

His mouth captures mine with more urgency this time, and I moan into his mouth. My legs wrap around him as he lifts and carries me across the room.

He deposits me on the bed, and his lips move down my body, stopping to draw my nipple into his mouth before continuing their descent. Hooded eyes find mine when he reaches my panties, watching me as he tugs them off my body. He spreads my legs, nibbling and kissing his way to the apex of my thighs.

His breath brushes against me, and my hips arch, my fists clutching his bedding with anticipation. I cry out in ecstasy when his tongue flicks over my pulsing nub before dipping low and plunging into me. He licks me up and down in a dizzying pattern, my clit and pussy receiving equal attention. It doesn’t take me long to come undone, screaming out his name as I come on his tongue.

He laps it all up while my orgasm subsides, a pleased look on his face when he finally lifts his head. “Goddamn, I love the way you taste.”

I prop up on my elbows when he stands, watching with no shame as he begins to take off his clothes. There’s a smirk on his face while he makes a show of tossing his shirt on the floor and whipping his belt out of his pants. Fully nude, he looks like a freaking Adonis standing before me.

I sit up, curling my fingers around his hard-on. He sucks in a hissing breath when I begin to stroke him. My stare holds his as my lips wrap around his cock, my tongue swirling around the head before taking all of him in my mouth. He dives a hand into my hair while my head bobs, moaning as I suck from base to tip.

“Jesus, that feels so good. But I need to be inside of you,” he pants, gently tugging my hair.

I release him with a plop and scoot to the top of the bed, spreading my legs wide when my head rests on the pillow. He crawls onto the mattress and settles between my legs, kissing me deep. The tip of his erection teases my entrance and I buck my hips, desperate for more.

His mouth rips from mine, and he leans back, grabbing a condom from the nightstand. He quickly tears it open with his teeth, never taking his eyes off me as he rolls it on.

He positions himself at my opening again, sliding inside of me with ease. My hands clutch his muscular back when he rocks his hips, his cock filling and stretching me in a way that’s delightfully painful. He puts one of his legs on the outside of my thigh, driving him deeper, and I whimper. “Oh god…”

His lips curl. “You going to come again for me, baby?” He thrusts in and out of me with perfect precision, his hips pulling out slow and coming back hard, each moment sending a delicious vibration through my body.

“Yes…yes…yes…” I match his pace, my body moving in sync with his.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he rasps.

Sex has never felt like this before. Like I was totally connected to the other person. But then I’ve never been with a man like Dallas. He treats my body as though he’s worshipping at its alter instead of merely using it for his pleasure.

He brings me closer to the edge, and my mouth captures his, my walls tightening around him. His rhythm grows faster, his movements becoming jerky as his own climax builds. We fall apart together moments later, the euphoric moans swallowed up by our kiss.

We slow then still, his cock still pulsing inside of me as our mouths part. He kisses my dewy forehead before his eyes meet mine again, the admiration in them making my heart flutter.

This is usually the part I hate. The aftermath. Those awkward moments that follow the postcoital bliss.

But everything about this feels different. His gaze isn’t that of a man who’s wondering how long he needs to engage before sending me on my way.

“Stay with me tonight,” he says.

I blink at him, emotion starting to clog my throat. “You want me to sleep in your bed?”

Chuckling, he rolls off me and gets out of the bed. “Well, tonight is merely the opening negotiation.” He winks at me before heading into the bathroom to dispose of the condom.

“What does that mean?” I call after him.

He’s still wearing a grin on his face when he returns a minute later with a washcloth in his hand. “I’m hoping to work out a more permanent arrangement in the future.”

“The future?” I ask on bated breath.

Ignoring my question, he sits on the bed next to me and gently cleans between my legs. Another thing to add to my never-have-I-ever list for the evening. Who is this man and what did he do with the brooding asshole that answered his door that first day?

Once he’s done, he disappears again. He’s in a clean pair of boxer briefs when he returns this time, carrying a T-shirt for me to wear. He offers me his hand and helps me out of bed, slipping the shirt over my head for me.

His hands settle on my waist, and he places a chaste kiss on my lips. “What do you say? Will you stay with me?”

“I’m falling for you.” My face turns bright red with embarrassment as soon as the words leave my mouth. “Oh god, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to blurt it out like that. But I haven’t felt this way about someone in a long time and it terrifies me.”

His hold on me tightens, his arms snaking around my back. “Well, I’ll be down here waiting for you because I’ve already fallen.”

“You have?”

“I get why you’re scared after everything you’ve been through. But I’ve wanted you since the first time we met. Even when I felt I shouldn’t. Then you and Kellan became my world. Now, I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. And I’m absolutely crazy about you.”

My head spins, trying to process everything he said, my heart stuttering in my chest.

A tear rolls down my face, and he gives me a warm smile as he brushes it away with the pad of his thumb. “I know this is all happening fast. We can take it as slow as you want. Just know that I’m all in. I love you.”

His lips claim mine again, his kiss wiping away any remnants of doubt from my mind. Dallas loves me and my son. It finally feels like I’ve found the real thing.

My forever.

Maybe this villain will get her happy ending after all.