Page 10 of Should I Fall
The bear, apparently tired of Dash yelling at him, turns and trots off down the hill, disappearing into the lower tree line.
My entire body sags in relief, tears springing to my eyes as I lead Blaze into the tower. I wait inside as Dash climbs the stairs, taking them two or three at a time judging by how quickly he flies up them. The second he comes through the door, I pounce on him.
I throw both arms around his neck and kiss him.
Hard.
His response is instant. As though he’d been planning to storm through the door and kiss me like there was no tomorrow all along. Our mouths move in a hungry, desperate rhythm fueled by adrenaline and lust. His strong, tattooed arms hold me so tight against his hard body I can barely breathe.
Oh how badly I want this man.
He’s the only thing in my crumbling, shitty life that feels right.
Wetness pools between my legs, and I let out a whimper as I feel the graze of his hard length against my belly.
We’re a tangle of limbs, lips, and longing as he leads me to the bed. His beard tickles my neck as he greedily kisses my exposed skin. I thread my fingers through the back of his hair, admiring the salt and pepper dashes near his temples. He’s older than me. By ten years? Fifteen? I’m not sure, and I don’t care.
All I know is that I don’t want him to stop.
His hand slides up my stomach, settling on my breast.
“These god damn nipples,” he growls against the shell of my ear.
“You don’t like them?”
“I want to fuckingdevourthem.
He tugs the shirt I’ve tucked into my jeans free, pushing it up until my yellow lace bra is exposed.
“Is everything about you so fuckingsunshine?” Dash asks, the deep timbre of his voice causing the wetness between my legs to multiply. Only he could ask a semi-insulting question and make it sound sexy.
“I like yellow,” I say, flashing him a purposefully chipper smile. “It’s a cheerful color.”
He palms my tit through the lace, pushing it up and bringing the erect nipple to his mouth. He suckles it through the fabric, and I nearly go blind. Never in my life have I experienced such extreme pleasure from something so simple. I’m still wearing all my clothes, but I could come if he keeps going on like this.
“Miss Sunshine,” he growls against my sensitive nipple.
Why does that pet name turn me on so damn much? I let out a soft moan, sinking into sensation. Sinking intohim.
“So cheerful,” he continues, his words mashed against my lace-covered boob. “You drive me so fucking crazy.”
“If the yellow bra offends you, you can always take it off.”
His hand snakes around my back, fingers an inch from the clasp, when a loud beep sounds.
I let out a scream, still on edge from the whole Brutus thing.
“It’s just the radio,” Dash says, flashing me one of those panty-melting smiles as he pushes up off the bed.
The instant he’s on his feet, the chilled air rushes me. But I don’t adjust my shirt. As soon as he finishes attending to business, I want to pick up exactly where we left off. I want to stay tangled in this fantasy for every minute we have together. I don’t care how reckless it is.
I can’t hear the conversation clearly. I’m too lost in my lusty haze. But I hear Dash say the word “weather” as though it’s a question. And it’s then I notice how dark it’s gotten outside.
The first heavy raindrops patter against the glass on two sides.
“Tomorrow? You’re sure?” Dash repeats. “Roger that.”
“Tomorrow what?” I ask when he clips the radio receiver back in its home.
