Page 93 of Bliss: Part 1
I turned to face him and rested my hand on his chest. I could feel his heartbeat under my palm. He was definitely more awake now, yet he didn’t know what to say.
“Please?” I asked, rubbing my thumb along his collarbone.
He stared at me for a second, then shook his head slightly with a crooked smile. “You’re something else.”
“Isn’t that a good thing?”
“It is,” he said, pulling me in closer. One hand slid down to my ass, the other resting low on my lower back. “You’re sure about this?”
“I’m sure,” I whispered. “I want you.”
He kissed my cheek and let out a groan when I pressed my hips against his. “Alright,” he mumbled. “But I’m not doing it like Rhys or Ashby did.”
“I don’t want that,” I said immediately.
“I’ll go slow. Like earlier,” he added, making it clear he wasn’t in the mood for anything rough or rushed.
“Good. That’s what I want.”
The truth was, out of all of them, I felt the safest with him. Tripp had been great. He walked me through every part of it and never once made me feel unsure. Ashby and Rhys were more intense. They didn’t hold back much, but they were still careful in their own way.
Dash was different. His rhythm was slower. More focused on making me feel good. He kept checking in, asking how I was feeling. I needed that again. Just to reassure myself that what we did last night wasn’t something to regret.
“Okay,” he said finally, rolling over and reaching between us. His fingers slipped through my folds and found my clit easily. He started rubbing slowly, then slid two fingers inside me. I was already wet before he touched me, and I thought maybe wearing panties would’ve been a good idea to not dirty the sheets.
“You really are ready again,” he said with a smirk.
I kissed him as an answer, slowly sliding my tongue along his bottom lip. He opened his mouth and let me slip inside, and we deepened the kiss immediately, and I melted into him. I moaned into his mouth and arched into his hand.
Then, suddenly, he pulled back, frowning a little.
“What?” I asked, breathless.
“I don’t have a condom here.”
I hesitated. “You could…maybe pull out?”
He shook his head. “No. I’m not risking that.”
He got up without another word and left the room, and I didn’t bother stopping him. A minute later he came back with a condom in his hand.
He pushed down his shorts, got himself ready, then looked over at me with a sweet grin.
My smile grew, and I just kept watching him from head to toe, shamelessly taking him in.
“What now?” he asked with a chuckle.
“Nothing. I just think you’re beautiful.”
His grin turned into a soft smile. “Yeah? You think so?”
I nodded. “Uh-huh.”
“Good,” he said, crawling back into bed. “’Cause I think the same about you.”
He kissed me again, then shifted over me. I opened my legs, and he settled between them. His tip brushed through the wetness before he lined himself up, ready to push inside.
“I love you, Lissy,” he whispered.
