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I wanted Dallas—needed him as much as I needed the air I breathed.
But then I always fell right back to where I had started—fearing that this would all be short-lived. A moment of happiness wrapped in a blanket of devotion, only to have it all ripped away, just as it had been before, just as it had been with Connor.
Could I trust him?
Could I letthis man in?
Could I allow Dallas to have all of me—and not just in a physical way?
There was only one way to find out…
“St-start the song again…” I breathed, pushing myself out of his comforting embrace and stepping out of the pool as I ran my fingers through my matted hair.
I wiped the wet strands from my face, collecting my thoughts and composure.
Dripping wet, Dallas strode across the stage and down the steps to where he had tossed the remote from earlier. Picking it up, he pressed the same button again and dropped it back down before returning to the stage.
The music abruptly stopped, and Dallas didn’t take his eyes off me once as he stepped back into his starting position under the falling water, his hand outstretched just as before, as the music started from the beginning.
Lets fucking go, Bria!
I could hear Asher’s encouraging voice hyping me up as I shook my hands and rolled my shoulders.
Setting aside the last fragments of who I was, I stepped toward my husband—finally ready to let him take me away.
Dallas pulled me in, and this time—when my foot touched water—I didn’t falter.
I felt the power of our connection flowing through me everywhere our skin touched. His hand swept across my waist as he spun me outward, and I gracefully let the water take me down.
Strong hands lifted my body as I slid across the floor, the ends of my hair brushing against the top of the waterline.
As my husband pulled me upright, I flipped my hair with a dramatic neck roll, and water droplets scattered around us like confetti.
Feeling poised and relaxed in my element, I spun around in his arms, stopping when my back pressed firmly against his chest. I then raised my right arm above my head before sinking down into the splits in front of him.
Just as I had reached the floor, Dallas pulled my dress off in a single fluid motion and tossed it aside before gripping my wrist, pulling me back up, and twirling me to face him.
Now, in nothing more than a black bra and thong, his arm wrapped around my waist, and I instinctively lifted my right leg to wrap around his hip.
With a short bounce from him, my left leg lifted to mirror my right, both now holding tight as his hands slid down to my ass, giving it a playful squeeze.
Unable to resist his flirtatious gesture, I giggled with exhilaration, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip as he repositioned his hands to grip my hips before he started swinging my body from left to right. I let my head drop back and sway with the movement, water from the ends of my hair flicking off the sides of the stage.
Releasing my legs from his waist, Dallas dipped us low before lifting my lower half into the air with all his strength until I was looking down at him from above. Giving me momentum, hequickly pulled me back down, and I slid between his legs from one side of the pool to the other, ripping his slacks away in the process.
Once I had reached the opposite end, I turned around, legs spread wide, as I stretched my arms above my head and arched my back, bending over the pool’s edge.
Dallas followed not long after, sliding on his knees across the gap that separated us and landing right between my thighs. He pulled my hips up to meet his, my ass in his lap, and my head snapped up. Our eyes locked on each other as I felt his hard length pressing against my clit, and his hands caressing their way up my bare sides.
I parted my lips with breathless desire, and instead of uttering insignificant words, I fisted his shirt and pulled myself up to capture his mouth with mine, moaning into him as I rolled my hips, begging for more delicious friction.
An ‘intimate dance’ was a complete fucking understatement.
Chapter 24
Dallas
WithmostofBria’sweight on my shirt, I readjusted my hold, wrapping an arm around her waist and a hand behind her neck.
