Chapter 35
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Dexter
Three hours was a long drive when I’d won back the love of my life and all I wanted to do was strip her naked and bury myself in her. But I was a patient man.
“I thought you’d be staying at the Heathman,” she said as she took in the hotel room I’d checked into yesterday.
“You want to move?” I thought the place was okay but if Hollie wanted something different, we’d check in somewhere else.
“No, I like this place—it’s blingy. And it’s big. Like twice as big as our trailer.”
“You make it sound like you were living in a caravan.” I set down her case and toed off my shoes.
“It has wheels, Dexter.”
“Do you think you want to keep living in the flat or shall we move somewhere else? It might be nice to have a place that’s been ours from the beginning.”
She linked her finger into the waist of my trousers. “You are a sweet and thoughtful man.”
“Shhh,” I said, putting my finger to my lips. “Don’t tell anyone.”
“Secret’s out. Everyone who knows you, loves you.” She pulled out my shirt from my trousers and slid her smooth, warm hands up my torso. Christ, I’d missed her touching me. I’d missed holding her. I’d missed hearing her laugh, listening to her snore, watching her dress and undress.
“Promise me we won’t be apart for this long again,” I said, pulling at the zip of her jeans.
“I promise. I don’t ever want to miss you like I did these last couple weeks.
” Relief funneled into my chest at the thought that she’d missed me.
She’d said she loved me. She’d even proposed, but I wanted more.
I wanted her near me all the time. I didn’t want to miss out on a second, and I couldn’t imagine a time when I’d ever feel differently.
She pulled her hands from my chest and I shuddered at the loss of warmth. She fingered the hem of her top and then pulled it over her head, revealing that silky skin. “You want to eat first?” She blushed. “Not me. I mean like get room service or something?”
I chuckled. She was adorable. “First you. Then room service.” I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist.
“When we’re back in London, I’m not going to let you leave our bed for a week.”
She pulled me closer. “Our bed?”
“Yeah. Our bed. And no more escaping to the guest room wardrobe if you want to make a call. We can convert a bedroom into an office for you.”
“You know how to turn a girl on.”
I set her down on the bed and unhooked the bra strap from her shoulder, dropping a kiss in its place.
“Oh baby, if you think that’s good, you’ve not seen anything yet.
” I trailed my tongue over the globe of her breast and took her nipple in my mouth, first flicking it with my tongue and then catching it between my teeth and applying increasing pressure until she moaned.
God, I’d missed her sounds. Her touch. Her everything.
I never wanted to be without this woman.
“I like you like this,” I said. “Half-dressed because neither of us can wait.” I sank to my knees, opening her thighs and pulling her underwear to the side. I took a deep breath, taking in her perfectly sweet scent, and skimmed my hand up her stomach before I took my first taste.
Making Hollie happy, giving her pleasure, had overtaken everything to become my first priority.
I couldn’t rest until this woman had everything she wanted, anything that would make her happy.
We were going to stay in Oregon until we had her parents and Autumn relocated and then we were going back to London. Together.
Everything was perfect.
She groaned as I pressed my tongue on her clit and then delved into her folds, savoring the velvety warmth, letting her moans move through my body like a roll of thunder.
A twist of her hips signaled she was ready for more, but I wasn’t sure my fingers were going to be enough.
I hooked my thumbs into her underwear and stripped them off in one smooth movement.
“I want you,” she whispered. “My entire life I won’t want anything more than I want you inside me at this moment.”
Blood surged to my cock and I struggled to my feet, my head fuzzy with lust and impatience.
I wasn’t done tasting her. I’d never be done tasting her.
But I wanted to give her whatever she desired.
“Flip over,” I said, unbuttoning my shirt.
If I had to look into her eyes as I pushed into her, I’d lose it.
I pulled up her hips, getting her onto all fours.
But seeing her like this was a sensory storm and my dick strained against the zip of my jeans.
The way her breasts swayed as she shifted—the way her skin glistened like ice and her hair coiled around her body like ivy—was sheer perfection.
Watching her was like taking a class-A drug.
Too big a dose after enforced abstention could stop my heart.
I pressed a kiss at the base of her spine, the muscles of her back that created mountains either side of a ravine I wanted to lick dry.
Smoothing my hands over her arse, she bucked.
“Please,” she cried, her fingers greedily grabbing the sheets as she arched her back.
“Please Dexter. I can’t wait any longer. ”
Nor could I. I stripped off my trousers and pants and placed a firm hand on her lower back, steadying her. I grasped my cock in the other hand and circled her entrance with the tip—just a hint of what was to come.
“Dexter. For the love of God, will you please fuck me.”
“Shit,” I said, shifting my hips away from her. “I forgot the condom.” The blood pounded in my ears as I glanced around for my wallet.
She turned and sat up on the bed. “Do we need one?”
She was looking at me, her gaze heavy with questions. We were talking about more than condoms.
“I haven’t been with anyone but you,” she said. “Not since we met. But if you have . . .” Her voice wavered at the end.
“Of course I haven’t,” I said, crawling over her, onto the bed. “There’s been no one since we met.” And no one of any importance before her, I understood now. “If you don’t want to use condoms, then that’s fine.”
“You don’t want to know if I’m on the pill?”
I shrugged. “What’s the worst that could happen?”
She grinned. “Oh, I don’t know. You could knock me up.”
“Doesn’t sound so bad,” I said quietly, the confession formulating in my head at the same time as it appeared on my lips.
“I’d like to have children with you.” I’d never thought of having a family.
I’d been so focused on my business, and I’d just assumed that kind of life—a family life—had been out of my reach since Bridget left me.
But with Hollie, it was possible again, maybe for the first time.
I wanted us to build a life together—to bring new life into the world.
She pushed her fingers into my hair and pressed a kiss to my cheek. “I’d like to have a family with you too. But not yet. I’ll stay on the pill for awhile yet. That okay with you?”
Everything was okay as long as I was with Hollie. Storms could rage, frogs could fall from the sky and Daniels & Co could go down—nothing mattered except being with her. Everything else was white noise.
“But we can practice in the meantime?” I asked, tangling my legs with hers and bending to scrape my teeth over her collarbone. I wanted to map out her body with my mouth. I wouldn’t rest unless I knew every centimeter in the dark with just a lick of my tongue.
She pulled her legs up, pressing my cock against her clit.
“Well you are a perfectionist, and practice makes perfect.” Her fingertips trailed up my sides and then around to my back, then slid behind and up over my shoulders.
I didn’t know what it was about that movement that made it feel like such an intimate act of familiarity—as if I was a part of her, and she’d been absentmindedly touching herself.
It floored me. It struck me that I wasn’t on my own anymore.
For the first time ever, I had someone in my life who was part of my soul. Someone who would be with me forever.
“We’re going to have the most perfect children because we’re going to be doing a lot of practicing.” My life was perfect in that second and would be every moment I was with Hollie. I couldn’t want anything more.
I pressed up on my hands, driving my cock into her as she whimpered for more.
I had to block out everything but the very second I was in.
If I thought about how she’d proposed or how she was going to be mine forever, how I’d get to touch her and hold her for the rest of my life—if I thought about anything but that very moment, it would be too much for me to bear.
I just needed to focus on the pressure of her heat.
On the drag of my dick as it pulled out and then slammed in, deeper this time.
I just needed to press my lips to the dip at the base of her neck, eliciting a groan as I licked up to her ear.
Then everything in the world was how it should be.
I felt like a clumsy teenager where everything was a new experience and you didn’t want to wait, didn’t want to hold back. I grabbed her hands and pressed them over her head, and she smiled at me. “I love you,” she said.
Would I ever get tired of hearing those words from her? For a split second, I was catapulted into the future, both of us gray and slow, wild horses still galloping across my chest every time I heard those words from her lips.
“I want you every way,” she said. “I want you in my mouth and my pussy at the same time. I’m greedy for you.”
Lust fizzled up my spine like the fuse on a stick of dynamite.
The feeling was entirely mutual. For now, she’d have to wait for my dick in her mouth.
My tongue would have to satisfy her. I kept thrusting trying to get closer and closer to her as sweat coated my skin like I was running a marathon.
She twisted her hips, bucking beneath me, and a groan roared up through my chest and echoed through the room.
I fucking loved fucking this woman. And I fucking loved her.
“Dexter,” she called out, pulling me closer as my head fell to her neck.
“Hollie,” I gasped, feeling my climax spiraling and twisting in my body, trying to break free.
She pulsed around me and sucked in a breath, her eyes open and on me as she came. The look of fulfilment in those green-blue eyes was all it took to sever the last delicate strands of my desire, and I pushed in one more time, pouring myself into her and collapsing over her.
“I love you,” she said, pulling me closer as I tried to move off her.
“I love you too,” I said, moving to the side. “Will you marry me?”
She sat up with a jolt. “I asked you already.”
“I know but that can’t be the proposal. To be fair, the perfect proposal isn’t when we’ve just had sex. Even though it was mind-blowing. We need something we’re going to be able to tell our grandchildren about.”
“Okay, I’ll think of something.”
“Hollie,” I said, my tone warning. “I love you. And I know you are fiercely independent because you’ve had to be your entire life, but let me have this, will you? Let me figure out how I’m going to propose, make a ring and surprise you, okay?”
She rolled her lips back. “Relationships are supposed to be two way, Dexter. You should know, because you’re the one who taught me.”
What Hollie had yet to realize was that just being with me, just choosing to exist in my orbit, was more than I could have ever hoped for. “I want to give you the world, Hollie. But I’ll settle for the proposal, for now.”
She wasn’t just a prize but a jewel, the most precious creation I’d ever held. I’d spend a lifetime protecting her, looking after her and trying to give her half of what she gave me.