Chapter 29
DANI
“I don’t.” His hoarse response ends me.
It’s impossible to hide my disappointment as I sit up on my elbows and practically yell at him, “Are you serious?”
“It’s our first date. I didn’t expect this. I’d never demand anything of you.”
“But you want it, right?” My voice suddenly sounds so unsure. So… vulnerable.
He didn’t just blow my mind with that orgasm because he felt obliged, did he?
He spent all this time checking to see if I wanted him, but I never asked if he wanted me back!
Shit, what if him going down on me was just a way to satisfy me, and then he can be on his way and—
“Of course I do.” He brushes his lips across my neck. “Of course I want you.”
“Then why didn’t you bring a condom?” I whine, my needy body turning me into a petulant child.
He sighs against my cheek, then rests his forehead on my shoulder. “Because I’m an idiot?”
I cup the back of his head, having to concede that the fact that he came here tonight with zero expectations is kind of sweet. He’s a gentleman, and it’s one of the things I love about him. So I can’t go complaining.
My body is just on fire right now, and I know I won’t be fully sated until I feel his—
“The bathroom,” I suddenly croak. “There’ll be some in there.”
His head pings off my shoulder, his muscles tensing beneath me. I run my hands across his powerful shoulders, down those arms that are so fucking glorious I want to spend the rest of the night memorizing their shape.
“I’ll be right back.” He chokes out the words before taking off at a sprint… and stubbing his toe, I think.
I hear a few gruff curses after a stumble.
“You okay?” I call through the darkness, and he mutters something before I hear more rushed banging.
His urgency is a compliment.
But as I wait on the stage, the idea of what we’re about to do… what we’ve already done… starts to hit me.
He’s my first since Atlas.
Actually, he’ll only be the second man I’ve ever slept with, and I’m suddenly hyperaware of what’s about to happen.
Resting my fingers on my thighs, I curl them into loose fists, really letting that thought sink in.
Tyrell just went down on me. The only other lips to ever do that were Atlas’s.
The only other fingers to ever touch my most intimate parts were Atlas’s.
And now a brand-new cock is about to enter that space.
“Do I really want this?” I whisper, my stomach jittering, then jumping into my throat as I hear the bathroom door swing open.
I hold my breath, listening to Tyrell rush back across the floor.
He slows before he reaches me, his last few measured steps settling my heart into a beat that’s manageable.
When he gets close enough to make out properly, I reach for his face, cupping his cheek and wondering how he’ll react if I suddenly change my mind.
Turning his head, he presses a kiss to my palm, and it’s so sweet, so tender.
My heart starts to liquefy once again, and I know this has to be the moment. I can’t go chickening out now.
I have to move on from my first love.
Atlas will always be that for me. But now he’s gone, and I deserve this second chance. Don’t I?
That’s still up for debate. That old familiar guilt niggles me, reminding me of how I left him that night. How I abandoned him. How I could have saved his life if I’d only been there.
My stomach plummets from my throat right down to my feet and—
“Hey,” Tyrell whispers against my ear. “It’s okay. It’s okay for you to change your mind.”
And that one little assurance is enough to wash away my trepidation.
His breath on my skin, his powerful body leaning into mine—it ignites something inside me again. That hunger comes back with a vengeance, and I know if I don’t do this now, I’ll regret it all night long.
I need this man.
I want this man.
I have to make this moment count. This is my chance to finally step into this new life I’ve been trying to make happen for myself.
Having sex with Tyrell isn’t just about the physical pleasure. It’s a symbol of my willingness to honestly start fresh.
“I’m not changing my mind.” My voice trembles as I skim my fingers down his chest.
His nipples respond to my touch, hardening as I trace my fingers around them. Leaning forward, I press a kiss to his shoulder, then curl my arms around his body, pulling him flush against me.
The second his jean-clad erection skims between my legs, that spark turns my simmering fire into a hot inferno.
I need this.
I want this.
I’m doing it.
Scrambling for his pants, I quickly unbutton them, yanking down the fly, then pushing them off his hips.
His cock, finally freed from its confines, twitches in the air between us. I skim my fingers over its head, impressed and maybe just a little intimidated by the length and girth of him.
Holy shit.
Tyrell Jackson is all man.
A big, beautiful giant, and I’m about to take him inside me.
My pussy starts weeping all over again, my heart thundering as I reach for the condom packet and open it. I may not have done this in a while, but it’s all so familiar… yet new at the same time.
I roll the condom on, skimming my fingers back down his length and enjoying his soft moan when I lightly squeeze him.
He’s so hard, so long… so powerful.
Yet I know he won’t use that power against me.
He may be as big as a bouncer, but he’s a gentle giant. I know this. I’ve seen this.
And that thought has my body scrambling back on the stage. He crawls up after me, and I wish I could see him, moving like a panther in the night.
As soon as he’s within reach, I rest my hands on his shoulders, loving the way his muscles flex beneath my touch.
“You’re so beautiful, Dani,” he whispers against my skin, kissing my shoulder, my neck, my jaw… my lips.
I cup the back of his head, pulling him deeper into the kiss, drowning beneath him as our tongues lash together.
He nestles between my parted legs, and my stomach is now back in its place, hitching in anticipation when I feel him shift, putting his weight on one elbow so he can reach down and line himself up.
“You ready?” he asks in a featherlight voice that sends tendrils of sweet pleasure skipping though me.
“Yes,” I whisper back, biting my bottom lip when he nudges inside me.
It’s just an exploratory nudge. He pauses, checking my reaction, and I reach around him, squeezing his back and silently telling him to keep going.
So he does.
With one smooth thrust, he stretches me wide open, and I can’t contain my cry. It’s a mix of shock and pleasure. He’s big and intrusive, but in all the right ways.
I dig my fingers into him, my body working to adjust in record time because I want this.
“You okay? I’m not hurting you, am I?”
“No,” I squeak, and I can sense him going to move, to retreat. “Don’t you dare.” I grip his back. “I want you in here.”
“But you’re so tight. So small. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Just let me adjust for a second,” I rasp, my fingers clenching his taut muscles, silently begging for him not to bail.
Resting his cheek against mine, he holds his position. I can feel his muscles trembling with the effort, and I run my hands down his back, smooth, reassuring lines until I’m able to whisper, “I’m ready.”
“You sure?” He presses a kiss to my cheek.
“Get your ass moving, Black Jack.”
He snickers into my ear, the sound making me smile until he starts to move and my mouth pops open, my eyes bulging as his first thrust causes a jolt of pleasure to spear right through my center.
Holy shit, he feels good!
A breath punches out of me, my chest starting to heave when he thrusts into me again—a slow, smooth plunge that is all things erotic. I’d forgotten how mind-blowing sex could be. I’d forgotten how much I love the feeling of being pierced this way. Of having a body covering me, moving inside me.
Splaying my hand on his back, I rise and fall with him, starting to meet each of his plunging thrusts so he can go that much deeper. Be that much closer to me.
The way he moves. It’s so smooth, so calm. I cling to him, loving every second of this ride. The burning in my belly starts to spread, pleasure near blinding me as we rise and fall together.
Up and down.
Closer and closer.
He moans against my ear, pressing another kiss to my cheek before rising up to cover my mouth with his. I can barely concentrate on our lashing tongues, every nerve in my body catching fire. It’s a white heat. No, a blue heat. No, a scorching red flame!
My body starts to splinter, shattering from the inside out until I’m coming all over again, gasping breaths punching out of me as I buck my hips and drink from this man.
My parched soul is refreshed until it’s bubbling over, water running through me, sweet bliss gushing over him until his own hips start to buck.
He’s coming.
I can feel that urgent swell of power.
Power he’s barely able to control.
I want to tell him to unleash it, to take me hard and fast and—
A choking groan comes out of him as he thrusts deep one last time, quivering inside me, over me… all around me.
I pull him down on top of me, his weight a heavy blanket. I wrap my legs around him and dig my heels into that taut butt of his.
Damn, he is so fine.
Every inch of him is marble. Granite muscles, yet soft and warm to the touch.
I can’t help a heady groan as he finally relaxes over me.
Our bodies are rubber and my limbs fall apart, my arms flopping down onto the stage with a loud smack.
“You good?” Tyrell’s still catching his breath, his heart thundering against my chest.
“Yeah,” I murmur, trailing my fingers lightly up his back. “That was… It was…” I can’t even find the words.
Tyrell’s lips curl into a smile; I can feel it forming against my cheek. Then he rises up, and although I can’t see his face that clearly, I can picture his soft gaze when he whispers, “I know, right?”