The Lineup(85)

“I can’t . . . take, oh God.” I flick her clit again and her hips drive forward. So fucking responsive. It’s sexy as shit.

When her body settles, I bring her legs up to her chest and say, “Hold on to your knees. Keep them wide.”

Eyes still watery from her orgasm, her breath trying to catch up, her hands reach out, shaky and unsteady and she grips her knees, spreading herself wide.

“Perfect.” I hover over her body and bring my mouth to hers where I very softly kiss her along her lips. I reach up and cup her cheek, allowing my thumb to stroke her cheek a few times. “You’re gorgeous, Dottie. So fucking beautiful.” She presses her cheek into my hand and for a second, we share an intimate moment as my dick lines up against her wet pussy. Tempting me, begging me to thrust deep inside her. I wait a few more seconds, marveling in the way her soft lips play with mine.

“Are you ready for me?”

She nods.

“Good, because I need to be inside you like I need my next breath.” I grip the base of my aching cock and position it at her entrance. Slowly, I start to enter her, taking it one painstakingly inch at a time.

“Shit, Jason,” she says, her mouth falling open and her eyes widening. “Slow, I need”—she swallows hard—“I need you to go slow.”

And I need to go fucking fast or my dick might just break off, but I understand. I’m larger than most, so I grin down and bear the sweet torture.

“Relax, Dottie.”

“I know.” She nods, taking another deep breath. “Feels so good, but unlike anything”—she moans when I push forward another inch—“unlike anything I’ve ever felt.”

I can say the same about her. Warm and tight, like I’m dipping myself into heaven.

Wanting her to relax, I drop my mouth to hers and take one of her breasts in my hand. I massage and pinch her nipple while I trail kisses over her mouth, to her jaw, down her neck and back up.

I slip in another inch, and then another as I feel her relax with each pass of my mouth, until I’m fully inside her and fuck, does it feel good.

“Christ,” I whisper in her ear. “Dottie, I need to pump my hips.”

She nods. “I need that too.”

Thank fuck.

Lifting up with my arms pressed to the mattress, I start to piston my hips in and out, but keeping it relatively slow, drawing my attention to our connection. So hot.

Watching my dick slide in and out of her—claiming her—sends a jolt of lust through my veins, causing my hips to move even faster.

Then she moans, her hands falling to my shoulders where she pierces me with her nails. The sensation of her pussy squeezing my cock and her nails digging into my skin sends me into overdrive. My toes start to go numb and my impending orgasm is just out of reach.

“Fuck,” I grunt, pumping harder and harder. “Ahh, fuck, Dottie.”

She pulls my head down to hers and drives her tongue into my mouth. I match her intensity, each thrust, each lick, until we’re both tensing together. My head falls to her shoulder as she cries out my name, her pussy clenching around me, her hips erratically flying with mine.

That’s all it takes. My body seizes and I spill inside her, my pelvis stilling as euphoria shoots through me, touching every limb, every nerve ending, every goddamn part of my body until I collapse on top of her.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I mumble, reeling from what just happened between us.

“I . . . never . . . Jason.” I get what she’s trying to say, because I’m feeling the same damn way.

I’ve never felt anything like that before.

I’ve had sex, plenty of it, but the connection we share, the way she listened, relinquished herself to me, fully trusting her body into my hands, it was a combination of so many untapped sensations that I’m not sure I’ll fall off this high easily. Nor am I going to be able to let go of this woman.

Tough as stone on the outside, soft and sweet on the inside, with a need to be taken care of . . . she’s fucking perfect.

I press a kiss to her cheek and rest there with her wrapped around me. Together we catch our breath, and then we spend the rest of the night snuggling. Fuck, this is almost too good to be true. I found her. My woman. My future.





Chapter Twenty-Four





DOTTIE





“There she is,” Lindsay says, clapping obnoxiously loud as I make my way through the restaurant to the table where Emory, Milly, and Lindsay are sitting, waiting for me.

It’s been a hectic week, or last two weeks I guess. The Carltons have put their decision on hold and extended their vacation instead, leaving me in the balance. They haven’t been super responsive, but they said when they get back—not sure when—they’ll let me know. They’ll set up a time to have dinner.

Their email seemed short, almost like they might not be going with our proposal, which has made me unattainable as a friend and desperately neurotic.

The only good thing about the situation right now is Jason has been over to my place almost every night. I’ve come home to home-cooked dinners—I gave my chef some much-needed time off—and then we’ve spent the rest of our nights talking . . . naked.

We’ve been on a few other dates, not many though given my schedule, which terrifies me because I’m already busy. What happens if we continue to date and he begins his season? We’re barely going to see each other. When I brought that up, he kissed me on the nose and said it’s a bridge we’ll cross when we get there.