Chapter 7 #2
Ellie arched up, pressing her body to his, not caring about the cold melting snow working its way under her clothing, or the chilly winds in the air tonight.
If she could have stripped him naked right there in the snow, she would have; anything to feel his skin blaze against hers.
She could have kissed him forever, but it felt like no time at all before Dash pulled back with a groan.
“You’re freezing,” he said, pressing one hand to her cheek. “Let’s get you inside and warmed up.”
“I’m feeling plenty warm,” she told him as he tugged Ellie to her feet. He laughed.
“That’s what people say right before they die of pneumonia. Come on.”
They hurried up the last stretch of driveway, and Ellie unlocked the main lodge door. Inside, the cold hit her all at once. “Heat,” she managed through chattering teeth as they climbed up the stairs to the apartment. “Fire.” She headed for the living room, but Dash stopped her.
“I’ve got a better idea.”
Dash led her to the bathroom and turned the shower on full-blast. Within moments, the small room was filled with steam. Ellie let out a sigh of relief.
“I can feel my face again.”
“It’s still there.” Dash gave a curious smile, cupping her face in his cold hands. Then it hit her. They were alone.
Finally, alone.
Ellie swallowed, suddenly nervous. After the slow build between them, now it was real. He was right there in front of her, and all she had to do was reach out and touch.
She slowly opened his coat and tugged it off over his shoulders.
Dash met her eyes, a challenge.
A dare.
He stripped her coat off and let it fall to the floor.
Next, her scarf: unwinding it from her neck. She pulled his sweater up, over his head. He peeled hers, wet and clinging to the T-shirt beneath. Ellie lifted her arms, helping him, then quickly stripped off her wet jeans until she was standing there in her bra and panties.
Dash drank her in with his gaze, every inch of her. She shivered with anticipation, seeing the blatant desire on his face.
He wanted her too.
Dash took a step towards her, and slowly pushed the damp hair back from her face.
He traced one fingertip down the side of her neck, over her collarbone.
“Ellie…” he murmured softly, and she felt it all the way to her core.
He traced a slow circle at the base of her throat, then dipped lower, to the slim hollow of her cleavage.
She exhaled in a gasp, sparks flying at his touch as he traced over the swell of her breasts, teasing at the lacy edge of her bra.
Her legs felt weak, her heart was racing. And all he’d done was touch, barely touch her at all.
Her patience frayed. She leaned up and kissed him, skin to skin as she grappled with his belt. Dash helped as she shoved his pants and briefs down, kicking them aside. Ellie couldn’t help but glance lower, then flush.
He hadn’t been lying, he really did have the goods to back it up.
Dash chuckled. He leaned closer. “Told you so,” he murmured in her ear.
She shoved him away, laughing. “Arrogant, much?”
“You tell me.” He grinned back, and suddenly, Ellie wasn’t nervous anymore. It had only been a couple of days, but she felt like she knew him.
Dash.
She tugged him backwards, into the small shower and under the spray for another long kiss.
The hot water felt incredible on her cold skin, but better yet was the feel of his naked body, his bare torso pressing her back against the tile, his hands roving over every inch of her.
The kiss turned hungry, fevered, but she still couldn’t get enough.
She tasted his lips, his throat, the taut muscles of his arms. Her hands slid lower, closing around the thick length of him, and Dash groaned a fevered curse.
He clutched Ellie closer as she explored every hard inch, teasing and stroking him, until he finally tore away, spinning her to face the wall, her hands flat on the slick tile.
“Who are you?” she thought she heard him whisper, but his words were lost under the spray.
She tried to turn, she needed to be touching him again, but Dash pressed her gently into place.
“Wait,” he murmured. “I can’t think straight when you’re touching me, and I need to remember this. Every moment. Just relax…”
He dropped a tender kiss on her bare shoulder, and Ellie sank back against him as he reached for a bottle of shower gel and squeezed some into his palm.
He slid his hands around from behind and slowly spread the gel across her chest. She shuddered with pleasure as he teased and stroked, moving in hypnotic circles until she was weak and gasping for his touch.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” Dash murmured in her ear, and all Ellie could do was moan at the sensation, the hot water cascading over her, and his hands—oh, his hands—swirling over her skin, smoothing and stroking down over her belly and thighs before returning to toy with her breasts.
It was incredible, the pleasure building deep inside, the sweet agony of his teasing caress.
“God, Ellie…” Dash’s voice was ragged before he dipped his head to kiss her neck.
He sounded tormented, and she knew exactly what it was like to be so close to the edge, unraveling by the minute.
She could feel him, hard against her, and she wriggled into him, making him groan.
He bit down softly on her shoulder as his hands trailed lower, over her stomach, and lower still.
There.
His fingers slid softly between her thighs, and she couldn’t hold back anymore. Ellie twisted her head, finding his mouth, kissing him desperately as his fingers slid over her, delving deeper, circling with an insistent rhythm she could feel in every cell of her body.
“Dash,” she gasped, begging.
Suddenly, he spun her body so she was facing him now, back against the wall. She opened her eyes to find him watching her, his eyes fixed on her face, and God, it was so sexy she forgot how to breathe. “Please,” she gasped.
He circled, so soft. A teasing smile on his lips.
“Dash!”
He leaned in, so his lips were barely grazing hers. “What’s the magic word?”
Ellie clenched her jaw. “Now?”
He chuckled, shaking his head.
She softened. “More?”
Dash stroked deeper, fingertips delving inside her.
Ellie moaned, her head falling back, but it wasn’t enough, nowhere near enough. She couldn’t play this game any longer, she needed him too much.
“Please, Dash.” she begged at last. “Please.”
“Good girl.”
Dash touched her just right, God, right there, and she cried out, the sound lost as his lips descended to claim her mouth, his tongue invading with the same deep thrust of his fingers.
She was overwhelmed, lost to the incredible friction of his touch, his mouth, him.
The fire roared through her system, suddenly exploding in a rush of pleasure that shattered through her and left her gasping in his arms.
That was incredible.
She wanted more.