Page 53 of Dealing Dirty
Whose shrill voice is that? It can’t be mine.
When he pulls away to shirk his pants and briefs, he swipes around in his pocket for his wallet to grab a condom.
“I’m on the pill,” I say breathlessly.
He eyes his wallet before chucking it into the driver’s seat and positioning himself at my entrance.
This is the moment I’ve been dreaming of and what I wanted our first night together to be. I beg my fragile heart to stop, but against my wishes, it beats harder. It’s loud and unrelenting, and I want to scream from the madness and pleasure.
I moan his name again as he slides between my legs, inch by delectable inch, all the way to the hilt.
“My God. You’re so wet.” He shuts his eyes and groans. “So perfect.”
Hands tightening over his shoulders, I wiggle against him, shivering over the way we fit.
Derrick waits a moment, then another.
“You wanted this quick and dirty, fast and emotionless… but I can’t give that to you, Juliana.” He shakes his head, staring down at me in the darkness. Tracing every plane of my face, he settles on my lips. “You’re too precious to me.”
The confession nearly robs my lungs of air.
I swallow my guilt, seeking pretty words that will express what he’s come to mean to me. I don’t want this quick and without emotion, but I’m a coward, and cowards hurt the people they care about.
Derrick rocks his hips gently at first, pulling in and out of my tight grip effortlessly. In the proximity of the cab, the tang of our arousal is thick and intoxicating.
I rake my nails over his bare shoulders and encourage him to pick up his pace. I love the way he knows when to give me more. Bending my knee over his shoulder, he angles deeper, thrusting harder. I whisper sweet nothings to him in Spanish, words that I would never be confident or fearless enough to say to his face.
“Give me everything you have,león.” I disguise my selfish words. “Your heart, your body. Don’t stop until you’ve given me everything you’ve got.”
The sounds of our bodies slapping and breaths panting bring me right to the edge. He pounds into me, and I meet him thrust for thrust.
God, I want to kiss him.
I want his tongue to dance with mine as we find release together. To feel his velvet lips smoothing over mine gently, just like the first time.
“Oh my God.” I thrash my head back and forth, taking him hard. “Derrick!” I give him his name again and again as a blistering hot orgasm rages through my body.
His body rocks above me until he hits his limit with a shudder. The moan that brushes across my chest as he finishes has my ego roaring with pride.
Our sweat mingles between us as he lowers to rest his head on my shoulder. The windows fogged long ago, and I swear I’m not going to be able to walk for a week.
A hollow pit yawns in my chest.
Is this the way sex is supposed to feel?
I’ve never slept with a man who wanted to cuddle afterward because that was never part of the deal. It was always,wham, bam, thank ya, ma’am, and then we both moved on with our lives.
There’s never been tender strokes of fingers over sensitive, heated skin or hands roaming through long messy tresses. No lazy kisses pressed to dampened brows or hearts pounding against each other.
“Thank you,” he rumbles gently.
I reach to trace the prominent angles of his devastatingly handsome face.
Hethankedme.I can hardly believe it.
Derrick is so much like the sun—a giver of warmth, hot and explosive, volatile yet reliable. And then there’s me, who mirrors the moon—bright, cold, and lonely, like a lover in the night who’s gone before daybreak.
This man risked his life for his sister tonight and risks even more by hoping for me to be greater than I am. He gives nothing less than light and love… but I have neither light nor love to give.
