Olivia couldn’t believe how easily she’d been able to climax with Dallas. She wasn’t anywhere close to frigid, but she’d only ever been able to come with full-on s*x, and sometimes when a guy went down on her. But from just touching? Never. She clung to him, her head spinning, so close to crying from the release of stress and tension. He held her tightly, and she let herself feel safe and cared for.
Her body went soft and pliant on his, and he pulled back a bit to look at her. God, she was so stunning, with her cheeks pink, her lips swollen. He raised her chin and she looked up at him, her eyes hot and glowing. Slowly, holding her gaze, he raised his soaked fingers to his mouth and sucked on them.
“I was right,” he said, his voice dark and molten. “You do taste hot and sweet everywhere, baby.”
She gasped at his words, and her p***y lips throbbed and opened wider. He grinned, knowing full well what he’d just done to her.
He kissed her again, tender and gentle, and she just let herself sink down on him, trusting Dallas completely. She knew that here with him, she was in the safest, hottest, most exciting place on earth. She never wanted to leave his arms, and she pressed up against that chest, the way she’d wanted to for so long.
Dallas felt something shift inside her, felt her whole body just give over to him. He closed his eyes, amazed at the gift of her surrender. This was a woman who had no reason to believe in anyone or anything right now… and she believed in him. He was touched and humbled by her faith, and even more determined to continue to deserve it.
They stayed like that for a few minutes, listening to each other breathing, and then Olivia leaned back to see his gorgeous face. His blue eyes were softer than she’d ever seen them, and she was astounded that she’d been able to make this hard, lethal man look like this. She stroked his full lips, and he kissed her fingers.
“You doing OK, sweetheart?” he asked.
“Uh-huh,” she said. “But I’m not very happy about one thing.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah? What’s that?”
“You’re wearing way too many clothes.”
He grinned, and her stomach flipped.
“Yeah, I guess I am. You want to help me with that?”
She nodded, moved her hands to the bottom of his t-shirt. He raised his arms, and she lifted the shirt over his head. At the sight of that muscled chest, Olivia’s mouth went dry.
She’d wanted to touch him for so long, and suddenly, here he was, right in front of her. She knew that she could do whatever she wanted to him, and the lust just washed over her.
Dallas’ breath caught as her fingers ran over his collarbone, her touch somehow both innocent and knowing. He watched her face as he explored him, tracing every curve of every muscle, following the line of dark hair across his pecs and over his abs. She paused at the angry red scar on his left shoulder.
“What’s this?” she asked.
“A few months ago, I was stabbed on the job.”
She raised startled eyes to his. “What?”
“Yeah.” He was about to tell her that it had been a client’s stalker, but then he reconsidered. He didn’t want her mind to go there, not with her own stalker scaring her so badly.
“Who stabbed you?” she said.
“A crazed football fan. It wasn’t bad. I saw him coming, and had plenty of time to get myself out of the way. Mostly.”
She ran her fingers over the scar. “What you do is dangerous, Dallas.”
“Sometimes.” He kissed her, wanting to reassure her. “But I’m good at my job. I’m careful.”
She nodded. “I know.”
“And there are perks to the job.” He ran his fingers down her back.
Olivia paused, then smiled. “Is that what I am? A perk?”
“I didn’t say that…” His tone was teasing.
She stared up at him, suddenly serious. “But do you do this a lot?”
“What?” he asked.
“This. Fool around with your clients.”
“Oh, hey. No.” He shook his head. “Never. I’ve always kept it strictly professional. This, with you? It’s – it’s different.”
“It is?”
“Hell, yeah. From the beginning, it’s been different, and you know that, I think. It’s been personal with you, baby.” He stroked her cheek. “It’s been personal for me for a while.”