Chapter 71
CHAPTER 71
DIXIE
I stayed there for a moment, still on my knees between his legs. He was breathing hard, his chest rising and falling. I could see the desire in his eyes. It made me feel powerful.
“Come here,” he said, his voice rough as he reached for me. I let him pull me up onto his lap, his hands sliding around my waist to hold me close. His lips found mine in a kiss that was tender yet insistent, like he was trying to convey everything he couldn’t put into words. I kissed him back, letting myself get lost in the moment.
His hands moved over my body. He pushed the robe off me, leaving both of us naked. Suddenly, he stood with my body wrapped around his. He carried me into the bedroom and gently laid me down on the bed. He kissed me, making my toes curl. His mouth moved lower. He sucked one nipple into his mouth while massaging the other. My breasts were sensitive, but it felt good.
He lingered there, his tongue teasing carefully, his hands roaming my body with a tenderness that made my breath catch. Every touch, every kiss, was slow and deliberate, as if he was savoring every inch of me. I arched into him, my fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer.
His mouth moved lower, trailing kisses down my belly. I shivered as his lips brushed against my skin. He lingered over my belly before sliding his hand between my legs. I groaned, automatically opening my legs to give him access. His fingers teased at my folds before slipping inside me, stretching and exploring. My hips jerked off the bed. I gasped, my fingers digging into the sheets above me. He worked me with his hand, his thumb brushing against my clit in just the right way.
“Hayes,” I breathed, my voice trembling.
“I’ve got you,” he said.
He continued to work his fingers inside me, taking me higher and higher. I could feel the tension building, coiling tighter and tighter inside me until I thought I might break. His thumb circled my clit with just the right pressure, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. My back arched off the bed, my thighs trembling as I gasped for air.
“Hayes,” I moaned, my voice barely above a whisper. “Please.”
He didn’t stop. His fingers moved faster, his thumb pressing harder against my clit. I could feel myself teetering on the edge, my body wound so tight that it felt like I might shatter into a million pieces.
“Let go,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. “Let go, Dixie.”
And I did. The pleasure hit me like a tidal wave, crashing over me and pulling me under. My body convulsed as the orgasm ripped through me, leaving me trembling and breathless. He didn’t stop, his fingers continuing to move inside me, drawing out the pleasure until I was whimpering from the intensity of it.
When it was finally over, I collapsed back onto the bed, my chest heaving. Hayes leaned over me, his lips brushing against mine in a soft kiss.
“You’re amazing,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe. He rolled onto his back and reached for me. “Ride me,” he said in a husky voice.
I didn’t hesitate. Moving to straddle him, I positioned myself above him, feeling the heat of his body radiating against mine. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me. I lowered myself onto him. The sensation was overwhelming, a slow, delicious stretch that made me melt. He filled me completely, and for a moment, I just stayed there, sinking into the feeling of being so connected to him.
His hands moved up my body, cupping my breasts, his thumbs teasing my nipples. I rolled my hips, drawing a low groan from him. His eyes were locked on mine. I could see the hunger in them—the same hunger that was burning through me.
And love.
He loved me. I loved him. It made me feel invincible, like nothing could come between us. Nothing could tear us apart. We loved each other. We could stand against the world shoulder to shoulder.
I started to move slowly at first, finding a rhythm that made us both shudder. His hands tightened on my hips as I picked up the pace, my body moving with a desperation that matched his own. Every thrust sent sparks of pleasure through me, building higher and higher until I thought I might burst.
“Dixie,” he growled, his voice strained. “You’re killing me.”
But I wasn’t stopping. My hands braced against his chest as I rode him harder, chasing the pleasure that was just out of reach. His grip on my hips was almost painful now, his fingers digging into my skin. He matched my rhythm, thrusting up into me with a force that made me gasp. The intensity of it was overwhelming. The headboard bounced against the wall. I didn’t care if the whole resort knew what we were doing.
His eyes never left mine. I could feel the tension building inside him, the way his body tightened beneath me, the way his breaths came in short, ragged bursts. His cock throbbed inside me. My own body was coiled so tightly, every nerve on fire, every movement sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.
I leaned forward, my hands sliding up his chest to brace myself. His hands moved to my back, pulling me closer, holding me there as I rode him.
“I’m close,” he growled, his voice rough, strained. “So close.”
“Me too,” I gasped, my hips moving faster, harder, desperate for that final release. His hands slid down to grip my ass, pulling me down onto him with each thrust, driving him deeper inside me. The pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain in the best way.
I could feel it—that tipping point, the edge of everything. My body was tight, trembling, every nerve lit up like a live wire. He groaned my name again, his voice breaking as his hips bucked beneath me. His nails dug into my skin, anchoring me to him. He arched up, his release hitting him hard. I felt him pulsing inside me, that warmth spreading. It was enough to push me over.
My own orgasm crashed through me like a storm, violent and consuming. I cried out his name, my body shaking uncontrollably. Pleasure tore through me. It felt endless, wave after wave washing over me until I was breathless, weightless, completely undone. My body fell forward, my forehead resting against his chest.
For a long moment, neither of us moved. I could feel his heart pounding against my cheek. His hands were still on me, gently stroking my back as I came down from the high.
“Damn,” he murmured.
I smiled. “Indeed.”
I sprawled across him, our bodies still connected, our breathing slowing down to a normal rate. His fingers traced up and down my spine, sending little shivers through me.
Hayes shifted slightly beneath me. “You okay?” he asked.
I lifted my head to meet his gaze, smiling. “More than okay,” I replied, my voice still a little shaky. “You?”
He chuckled. “I think ‘amazing’ doesn’t even cover it.”
I laughed softly, resting my chin on his chest. “You’re such a charmer.”
His fingers slid up to cup my face. “Only for you,” he said, his voice serious now, his eyes locked on mine. “Only ever for you, Dixie.”
There was another knock at the door. I frowned. “Are we expecting company?”
He grinned and carefully moved me off his body. “A little surprise for you.”
“I hope it doesn’t require clothes.”
He got out of bed and left the room. A minute later he came back into the room carrying a tray with a silver dome. He had put on his robe, hiding his beautiful body.
“More food?” I asked. “Are you trying to make me look pregnant before the baby even grows?”
He laughed. “I’m just getting a jump start on my duties.”
“And what duties would that be?”
He put the tray on the edge of the bed and removed the dome. There was a bowl of bright red strawberries, a small bowl of whipped cream, and another bowl of the chocolate-covered strawberries we enjoyed earlier.
“Oh my gosh,” I gasped. “I was only kidding. Kind of.”
“You don’t have to eat them, but just in case you get a hankering.”
I felt a lump forming in my throat, but I swallowed it down, forcing a smile. Damn hormones. “You’re going to spoil me rotten.”
“That’s the plan,” he replied, his eyes twinkling with mischief. He picked up a strawberry, dipped it into the whipped cream, and held it out to me. “Open wide.”
I chuckled but obliged, letting him feed me. The sweetness of the fruit combined with the fluffy cream was divine. I closed my eyes, savoring it.
“Good?” he asked, his voice tinged with amusement.
“Mmm,” I hummed in response, opening my eyes to see him watching me with that same awe-filled expression he’d had earlier. “Perfect.”
He picked up another strawberry and popped it in his mouth. He chewed slowly, his eyes never leaving mine, as if he were trying to memorize every detail of this moment. The scent of strawberries and chocolate lingered in the air.
Hayes set the tray aside and crawled back onto the bed, pulling me into his arms. I nestled against him.
“I want to give you everything, Dixie. Everything you’ve ever dreamed of. I won’t ask you to quit your job, but if you want to, I will financially support you. I’m not trying to buy you or anything like that. I’m just saying I want you to know whatever you want or need, I’ve got it.”
I tilted my head to look up at him. His words were so earnest, so full of love and devotion, that it was almost overwhelming. I knew he was trying to be delicate with the subject of money after what my mother tried to do.
I reached up, tracing the line of his jaw with my fingertips. “Hayes, you already give me everything I need. I don’t need you to buy me things or take care of me. I just need you. Just like this.”
“You have me,” he murmured against my skin. “Always.”