Chapter 14 #3
She twists in my hold so sharply she steals my breath as she presses her hips to my thighs, her stomach to my groin. Then she practically groans my name before digging her hand into my hair and kissing me roughly.
Her tongue meets mine and with it, takes away all my reservations.
‘Dayna, I want you so fucking much but this is on your terms. I’m here for you in whatever way you want but know that tomorrow, I’ll still want you.’
‘Let’s not worry about tomorrow,’ she grates out, rolling her breasts against me.
I am worried about tomorrow. I’m afraid of how much more I’ll crave her, the way I could hurt if she isn’t in the same place as me.
But I also can’t resist this woman.
I take hold of the breasts she’s pushing into me and apply pressure, rolling her onto her back before dipping down and taking her nipples, one by beautiful one, slowly teasing them with my mouth, my tongue, my teeth.
‘Clark, I want you to fuck me. Hard. Give me everything you’ve got.’
I nudge my nose against hers. ‘No,’ I whisper.
‘No?’ She raises a brow, eyes twinkling in the barely here light of the room as my vision adjusts.
‘No. I want you to fuck me, Dayna. Use me. Do what you need to get over today. I’m here for you.’
I hear her deep swallow, see it as her neck tenses. Then slowly, tentatively, I think, she reaches up to my shirt buttons, the graze of her fingers against my chest bringing bumps to my skin.
I love her. I always have.
My breath hitches as she unlocks my cuffs and comes to sit, straddling my lap, and she slides the shirt down my arms, replacing it with soft presses of her lips.
In turn, I lift the hem of her nightwear and trace it with the tips of my fingers as I slip it over her perfect body, her head and arms, holding it to the small of her back as I lift her further onto me, the weight of her bare body against mine.
She’s given me no promises but the way she looks into my eyes gives me something almost as good… hope.
I drown in her kiss as her hands move between us, unfastening me. I make quick work of dispensing with the rest of my clothes. I’m rock hard for her and watch her appreciation. She kneels on the bed, holding my length and encouraging me toward her, tugging my neck to bring my mouth to hers.
‘Now can we fuck?’ she asks. Her words would be harsh on paper but the softness of the delivery tells me we’re doing something more, even as I move her up the bed, encourage her to take hold of the headboard and give her what she’s asked for.
She yells out and grips the bedframe as I drive into her, brought to the brink by her begging for more, harder, faster.
When I feel her getting closer, I wrap her hand around my hand and lean her up, back into me, kissing her across her shoulder, looking into her eyes as we climax together, as close as two people can be without becoming one.
* * *
At some point, I must have fallen asleep, because I wake to the most exquisite sight I could ask for.
Dayna is propped up on her elbow, facing me, watching me.
I must have wormed under the covers during the night because I’m just inches from her, and my cock is betraying my lack of mental restraint.
‘Thank you for last night,’ she whispers.
I reach out to her cheek, which actually doesn’t look as bad as I thought it would: red, but not purple and angry like I expected. Her neck looks almost clear to the unsuspecting. ‘How do you feel today?’
‘Better. I’m sorry you had to see me like that. I’ve got a handle on things now. I’m thinking more rationally.’
I sigh in relief. ‘Good. There’ll be another opportunity out here, and the industry might have stabilised by that time so you can take advantage alone.’
She leans back, her eyebrows scrunched. ‘I’m still bidding for the well. I’m not letting Kahn intimidate me.’
The noise I make is somewhere between a groan and an animal crying for help. I sit up on the edge of the bed and rest my forearms on my knees. ‘Dayna, you can’t do this. It’s dangerous. Do you really want to end up the same way as your father? Is that what you want?’
She sits up, cross-legged. ‘How can you say that to me?’
I stand and start pacing the floor. ‘Because someone needs to tell you to stop behaving like a reckless— I won’t see you hurt, Dayna. I refuse to let this happen.’
I expect her to shout in retort. She doesn’t. She plays with her fingers in her lap, and she looks so vulnerable I want to wrap her up and keep her here, with me, away from everything in the world that could harm her, forever.
‘You can’t stop me.’ Her words have no conviction. She knows this is madness. I just need to figure out another way to get through to her.
‘When are you going back to London?’ I ask, thinking on my feet.
‘This afternoon.’
‘I have a few meetings here today, but I’d like you to stay. Let me take you to dinner tonight.’
She lifts her head. ‘I can’t. I have to get back to SP.’
‘The company can run with you here. That’s not an excuse.’
‘Well, I also don’t think it would be a good idea. After the weekend and last night.’
‘It’s just dinner with a… friend. Please?’