Chapter 38

As it turned out, the guy who didn't dance really knew how to move. I'd kind of been expecting him to just stand on the dance floor and sway, but he definitely wasn't only doing that.

We'd arrived at a fun, but not currently super popular nightclub about an hour ago, and although neither of us were drinking, we were having a great time. I'd wanted to stay sober for the night we were going to have after this, and when I'd declined a drink other than water, he'd come back from the bar with only water for himself as well.

It seemed our drug of choice for the night was each other, and that was perfectly okay with me. Chest to chest on the crowded dance floor, Dash's thigh was between my legs, his hands firm on my hips and his head bent close to mine.

His hips seemed to have a life of their own. Not completely unlike when we're?—

I swallowed hard, cutting off the thought before I mounted him right here. Pushing my fingers into the longer hair on top of his head, I tipped my head back to look right into those glittering eyes, dark with lust as he stared back into mine.

His lips were so close that we were breathing the same air, the very molecules between us feeling like they were charged with electricity. I'd never wanted anyone as badly as I wanted him right then, but I also didn't want to lose this moment.

The heavy beat of the music thumped in my chest, Dash's features so chiseled in the flashes of color from the strobe lights. In this club, there was no VIP section, no bottle service, no mezzanine people could be watching from and generally no celebrities.

I didn't know if anyone had noticed who we were just yet, but if they had, they didn't seem to care and that simply added to the thrill of being here with him. Dash's eyes lowered slowly to my lips, drinking me in on their way down and further, until they were burning into the tops of my breasts.

Safe in the knowledge that no one would hear me, I moaned, taking yet another step closer to him so that I was practically grinding on his thigh. He bent his head down further, his temple pressed to my own as he murmured to me.

"Are we having fun yet?"

I pulled back only a fraction of an inch, every fiber in my being burning for him as I dipped my chin in a nod. "I'm ready to get out of here, though. You?"

"I thought you'd never ask," he murmured against my ear. Groaning, he pulled away from me. Snaking his fingers down the length of my arms, he wound them around my own and started pulling me through the crowd to the back exit we'd used as an entrance earlier.

The car he'd hired for the night was there, waiting to take us back to my place that felt like it was a thousand miles away right then. Dash only let go of my hand for the time it took to get from the door to the car. Then he took it again as soon as we were in the backseat.

We sat as close together as we could, our thighs pressed up against each other in the darkness of the car. The driver didn't say a word as he pulled away from the curb and I wondered what he was thinking. Dash had assured me that we didn't need to be worried about what these drivers saw, but still. They had minds—and logical reasoning.

I was pretty sure he knew exactly what we were going to do after he dropped us off, but I forgot all about worrying when Dash released my hand to start dragging his fingertips up and down the length of my inner thigh. After all that sensual dancing, I'd already been on edge, but now, I was about to start panting for him.

Catching my lip in my mouth, I bit back a moan, spreading my legs a little further apart. I glanced at him just in time to see his jaw tense and his head drop back against the seat. With his brow furrowing, he ran his fingers back down to my knee, making me shiver with need and anticipation.

His lips parted and my breath caught, a soft moan escaping from the back of my throat before I could stop it. Dash's eyes cut to mine. Then he took my hand in a firm grip as we went inside and he practically marched me to the elevator.

The doors slid shut and he was still holding my hand, his jaw tight as he stared straight ahead like he was afraid he would snap and lose control if he so much as moved. I understood what he was going through, though.

After Ethan had managed to hack the security feed here once, neither of us wanted to take the chance again, but I was so desperate for him that my panties were drenched and my heart was hammering in my throat. As soon as we got into my apartment, I started stripping, heading directly for the shower.

"We worked up quite a sweat in that club," I said breathlessly. "I'm just going to get cleaned up real quick."

He was hot on my heels, his voice much closer behind me than I'd expected it to be. "Mind if I join you?"

"Actually, I was hoping you would." By the time I reached my bathroom, I was naked and so was he, and we'd barely stepped under the spray before his mouth was on mine, his tongue hungry and insistent as he pushed his hands into my wet hair.

I kissed him back just as passionately, reaching for him between us, but he stopped me, his expression still tight as he shook his head. "You wanted to get cleaned up, so let's do that first."

Reaching past me, he picked up my shower gel as well as my sponge, lathering it up before he wordlessly started washing me, his hands roaming all over my body. I tingled everywhere he touched, not even trying to stop the panting or the soft moans that kept escaping me anymore.

Starting with my neck and shoulders, his eyes burned into mine as he ran the suds across my skin, even taking my hands and washing my palms before he moved on to my chest and stomach. Finally, he dropped down to his haunches and did my legs. Through it all, he didn't touch any of the places I wanted him to, avoiding those like the plague.

My nipples pebbled and I moved back until my butt was pressed between him and the smooth, cool tiles behind me. My neck arched and my eyes closed as he massaged my calves and thighs before moving up once more.

After he'd rinsed me, I took the sponge from him, moaning again when I finally let myself sneak a peek down below. He was as hard as I'd ever seen him, his shaft thick and curving proudly toward his belly button.

When he caught me looking, he groaned and slid a finger under my chin, applying gentle pressure until I looked up at him. "If you keep looking at me like that, it's going to be over before you've even touched me."

"I don't think that's possible."

He let out a rough laugh. "Right now, it feels like it is."

Instead of arguing, I nodded, adding more soap to the sponge and then washing him as carefully and thoroughly as he'd done to me. By the time I was done, we were both over waiting. Dash took my face in his hands and kissed me hard. Then he reached for my thighs and pressed my back to the wall once more.

I wasn't sure if this was safe, but I was beyond caring. If we fell over, we fell over. Wrapping my legs around his hips, I angled my own and held on to him for dear life as he thrust into me. He let out a loud growl into my mouth as he did. I cried out, my arms around his neck. My inner muscles clenched around him as pleasure sparked through me.

"Fuck, we need a condom," he whispered harshly, setting me down safely on my feet as he pulled out of me. Fast as lightning, he stepped out of the shower, and he was back in a flash, rolling the latex over himself before he spun me around to face the wall.

"This is going to be hard and fast," he warned, his voice low and gravelly. He pushed up against me, nodding.

I threaded my fingers into his hair. "Yes, please."

He groaned, sinking into me once more and keeping his promise, but I'd already been so close that when he reached around to pinch my clit, I went off like a firework. Screaming his name, I came apart. Following immediately after me, he slammed into me one last time. Then he roared on his release, holding my hips in a vise as he emptied himself deep inside me.

Panting in the aftermath, I accepted his hand when he held it out to me. Then I let him wrap me in a thick towel after we got out of the shower. He shut off the water, gently gathered me in his arms, and carried me to my bedroom like we were on our honeymoon or something.

As he laid me down on the bed, he dropped his own towel and put his entire focus on me, kneeling between my legs with his knees on the carpet. Then he went down on me.

I shivered, not doubting that he could get me there again even though my heart was still racing and I was still sensitive all over from the last orgasm.

Slowly but surely, he coaxed me closer and closer to the edge once more. His fingers and his tongue worked together to make that magic he was so damn good at. Pure white light flashed behind my eyes as that bliss raced through me, curling my toes. My entire body tensed under the sweet relief of the slow climax.

While I was still trying to catch my breath, he crawled onto the mattress with me and kissed me tenderly. I rolled into him, taking his cheek in my hand and kissing him back before I rolled us over so I was straddling his lap.

Grabbing another condom, I rolled it on, my eyes on his. I lowered myself down on him once it was on. We moved together much slower than we had in the shower, taking our time to savor every thrust and groan.

I liked that he made noise for me. When I made him feel good, he let me know with a deep grunt or a sharp inhale of breath. Far too quickly, neither of us could hold back anymore and we came together, flying high through the clouds as one.

When we were finally both spent, we curled up in each other's arms, not saying a word. He placed gentle kisses on my eyelids just before I dozed off. I smiled, and then I was asleep, dreaming of him even though I knew he was still right next to me.