Fuck, he loved watching her come. But watching was nothing compared to feeling her constrict around him. It was like a drug, an addiction. A high he’d chase to the ends of the earth. And damn if he didn’t want to feel her do it again. Needed to feel her do it again.
“One more time, baby.” Dillon licked his thumb and slipped it over her swollen clit. She jerked and made a tiny squeak in the back of her throat, but he didn’t let up, not even when she squeezed her eyes shut and begged for mercy.
“Please, Dillon, it’s too much. I—I can’t do it again.”
“Yes, you can. Trust me.” His voice was little more than a growl as he fought to tamp down his own release. Not an easy task when her thick walls squeezed his cock tighter with every hot stroke inside her. “Open your eyes, Aly. Let me see you.”
Her dark lashes obeyed, fluttering open to reveal her pupils had eclipsed the blue of her irises. And within their inky depths, Dillon glimpsed his future. Their future. She stared up at him with a penetrating gaze, and for the first time ever, he didn’t hide anything. He let her see straight down into his soul.
“That’s my girl,” he whispered. Anticipation of watching her come apart again gave his desire a sharp edge he welcomed. Adrenaline rushed in his veins and blood roared in his ears. He continued to circle her clit with the rough pad of his thumb. She fisted her hands in his hair and whimpered.
“Oh, God…Dillon.”
“That’s it, Aly. Let go for me, sweetheart.”
Even if he hadn’t been inside of her, he’d have known the moment it hit her. Lust flashed in her eyes, bright and fast, and her mouth opened in a soundless cry. She hooked her ankles at the small of his back and held on as her legs trembled around him. With a growl of satisfaction, he finally let the last thread of his control dissolve. His release barreled down his spine and shattered at the base, sending him off like a fucking rocket. He’d never come so hard in his life and it took all his strength to keep his legs from going out and crushing her.
When their breaths slowed and he was confident he’d regained the use of his muscles, Dillon rearranged them so he sat in the chair again and cradled her in his lap. He’d move them to the bed and clean them up in a few minutes, but for now he just wanted to hold her. She curled into him, her arms tucked between them, and her face buried in his neck. He closed his eyes and trailed his hands lazily up and down her back.
“Dillon?” She spoke his name with a hint of a dreamlike slur. It made him smile to think he’d exhausted her to the point of needing a nap. Something she almost never did.
“Hmm?”
“In case I forget to tell you when we get home, thanks for a great weekend.”
Her words pierced through the gut of his happy vibe like a bullet, causing a lot of pain and if he didn’t fix it, a slow death.
He ran a hand through his hair and released a long breath. Shit, maybe he was overreacting. He’d gotten caught up in the phenomenal sex and his brain started waxing poetic on him. Dillon pictured him and Alyssa back home and carrying on like this weekend never happened. The thought of going back to dating random women held no appeal to him anymore. He doubted he’d even be able to get it up for anyone but Alyssa.
But what about her? She’d never said anything to make him think she’d consider a life with him. He mentally scoffed. And why would she, asshole? He’d done such a bang-up job convincing her he was a commitophobe like his father. If it was possible, he’d kick his own ass for that. Because it wouldn’t be long before another guy snatched her up. Or several guys.
Images of Alyssa dating other men—being intimate with other men—churned like acid in his stomach. Pain splintered in his jaw from clenching his teeth, and his muscles tensed so fast and hard that Alyssa stirred and looked up at him questioningly. Dillon forced his body to relax as he smoothed the worry from her brow with a kiss and tucked her head back under his chin.
No way in hell was he going to lose her. She belonged with him, and he was going to do everything in his power to make her see that no one would ever love her as much as he did.
Chapter Eight
Alyssa stretched beneath the covers, a lazy cat basking in the heat of the sun. Usually she awoke with a snap, her mind already turning over the things she needed to accomplish that day in addition to her daily routines. But for the first time in forever she floated into consciousness with a sense of peace and a longing to laze the rest of the day away in bed.
And it was all because of Dillon.
Their sexual escapade earlier had started off frenzied and wild, like their bodies were desperate to indulge in as much as they could before the sands filtered through the hourglass. Sexual appetites, under pressure with a deadline.