The Resistance(96)

“A week ago.”

“You were pretty confident, huh?”

“I was hopeful,” he says, cocking a brow while reaching over and taking my hand in his. “I also booked a room.”

For some reason that makes me burst out laughing. It feels good to feel light, happy again, the burdens of our time apart lifting from my heart. “Oh Dalton, what am I going to do with you?”

“Marry me. Have lots of great sex and make babies,” he says with a completely straight face.

Holy shit! “Babies?”

“One day, not now.”

“Yeah, one day,” I repeat, the realization that this is him—my future husband and father of my children—hits me and I’ve never felt happier in my life. “But the great sex we get now, right?”

“Most definitely.” He looks out the window briefly and turns back. “But this flight is short, so maybe we can work on that at the hotel.”

Facing forward, I close my eyes and lean my head back. “Chicken,” I provoke.

“Did you just dare me to have sex with you?”

I shrug, eyeing him up. “Maybe.”

“You know that’s not really how dares work?”

I like seeing him get all analytical on me, so I ask, “How do they work?”

“Usually, you dare someone to do something they wouldn’t normally do, not something that they’re happy to do. And I’m more than happy to have sex with you right now if that’s what you want.”

Teasing him, I say, “No, it’s fine. We can wait till we get to the hotel.” I start digging through my purse, pretending to be looking for something and a mental countdown begins. Three… two… one.

“Stand up, Holliday.”

Bingo. “Why?”

“I’m taking that dare. Now stand up.”

I slowly unfasten my seatbelt while setting my purse on the floor and stand up. “What now?”

Dalton stands and takes me by the hand as he walks to the back of the plane. He spins me around quickly, my back hitting the wall, then he drops to his knees in front of me. He places his hands on the back of my calves and slides his fingers slowly up. The warmth and slow pace are already driving me insane. When I look down, he’s looking up, watching me, watching my reaction as his hands move under my dress. When he reaches my ass, he squeezes then slides over my hips and under the front of my panties.

With a smirk on his face, he says, “I like you in lace.”

My breaths deepen as his hands flatten, heating me. Taking the sides, he pulls them down and I step out. “I thought you were going to rip them.”

“I was, but I could tell you expected it.”

“So you’re teasing me?”

Simple and direct. “Yes.”

When he stands up, he kisses me, pressing his body against mine, reminding me how much I missed this closeness. No one makes me feel the way Dalton does. Roaming my hands over his shoulders and up his neck, I hold onto him, never wanting to be away from this man again. I kiss him hard and moan. Breathing rapidly, I say, “Unzip my dress.”

“No, I want it on.”

I kiss him again as I hear his zipper come down. With his hips pushed against mine, he looks me in the eyes, and says, “I don’t have anything on me. I planned this, but forgot condoms, so we don’t have to go further if you don’t want to.” Rubbing my cheek gently, he adds, “I haven’t been with anyone else in the last eight months.”

“Me either. I want you, all of you.”

Fingertips alight every nerve in my body as he slides them down my arm and entwines his fingers with mine. “I want to be tied to you in every way possible.”

As I stare into his eyes, I can see his truth staring back at me, and I say, “I want to feel everything with you.”

He pushes up without hesitation and my eyelids drop closed, my mouth slacking open as we become one again, the sensations too good to contain silently. “Dalton,” I sigh through jagged breaths as he moves within me.

Kisses to my neck soothe against the fast pace of our bodies. His groans of pleasure make me smile while my insides start to tighten and coil. “I missed you. You feel so good,” I say.

Pushing my dress even higher, he lifts my other leg, using his strength and determination to hold me there. I flex up, coming back down to meet him thrust for thrust.

“Fuck, I missed you.” Each of his words punctuated with a thrust that increases in intensity.

My head goes back, hitting the hard wall as he speeds up, becoming erratic. Fingers touch, my arousal being coaxed until I’m coming, his name escaping me repeatedly.

He follows quickly behind, his body slack as his energy is drained and he sets me down. “I love you, Angel,” he says, his voice tired, his eyes searching mine while he leans his forehead against mine. “How are you?”