nipple. I writhed in his lap in time to his kisses, slow and hard.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I meant to pull the shirt over my head, but the fabric tore.
“Let me finish that.” Dallas gripped either side and ripped the shirt away from me. I thought he’d drop it outside the tub. There was just as much water out there as in here now, but instead he twisted the wet cotton in his hands, a makeshift rope he looped around my neck, pulling me closer to his body.
We couldn’t stop kissing, and this time, it felt even better. My skin bare against his, Dallas’ hands everywhere. He palmed my breasts, considering their weight before squeezing them. His lips never left my skin, he moved back down my neck, his tongue connecting with my nipple. He rolled it between his lips. I gripped his shoulders hard when the vibration from his moan rocked through me.
“I’m not done,” he said, scraping his teeth against the swollen skin. His hands fell to my jeans, freeing the button and zipper, then guiding me back so he could peel the denim away from my legs. “You’re so gorgeous.” Dallas’ hungry gaze raked over my naked body as he balled my jeans between his hands, unsure what to do with them. “Why didn’t we do this sooner?”
“Maybe it wouldn’t have meant as much.” I sat up and took the jeans from him, dropping them on the floor. I cringed when the wet lump splashed on the floor. “What do we do now?”
“Can you reach my jeans?” Dallas asked. They were still dry, they’d landed on the table next to the tub. I nodded and grabbed them. “Grab my wallet. There’s a condom in there.”
The foil packet shook in my hand when I offered it to him. Dallas shook his head. “I want you to do it.”
Okay. I could do this, right? I ripped the foil, but everything fell in the water. I couldn’t meet his eyes. “I don’t know how.”
“I’ll show you.” He cupped my chin and kissed me before picking up the condom and putting it back in my hand. It was simple, really, when we did it together. I’d made it so much more complicated in my brain.
Dallas pulled me into his lap. His shaft felt so different, wrapped and ready. “Hold on to my shoulders,” he whispered before kissing me one last time. “I’ll take care of the rest.”
He grabbed hold of his shaft and positioned it at my opening. His gaze locked with mine as he came inside. I didn’t know what I’d expected, but actually having another person inside of me was...overwhelming. But in a really good way. He stretched me, moving slowly inside. It hurt, but it wasn’t pain. It was more of a sensation that I wanted to get much more familiar with.
“You okay, Lyssie?”
I nodded.
“Tell me. I know we suck with words, but I have to know exactly what you’re feeling right now. We can’t mess this up.”
He wanted to talk about this now? Words sped through my brain, tangled in sensation. All I could think about was the man inside me, our bodies becoming one. I’d trusted him with something I’d been afraid to give before. I knew all this, but I couldn’t say it out loud.
I leaned against his forehead, our lips moved in for the kiss but we couldn’t quite reach. Perfect. “Why didn’t we do this sooner?” I asked.
“Because we needed everything to fall apart so we could put it back together, our way.” Dallas moved his hips back slowly, and I never realized how empty I’d been without him. He wasn’t gone for long, sliding back up in me, deeper than I ever imagined possible. I curled my fingers against his skin, his thrusts becoming more intense, the rhythm frantic. He moved my body in time with his hips. The world was spinning off the axis, into the unknown.
I couldn’t believe I’d gone so long without this, without him. That I’d let fear hold me back from something that no one could explain to me. My vision clouded, my body burned, and I thought maybe Dallas’ Full Moon Fever actually was contagious. I knew whatever I was