Page 68 of The Fall

“Good enough,” I piped, exiting the car.

“I’ll walk you,” he said as I reached into my purse for my keys.

“Come in. I have something for you,” I said as I turned my key in the lock. I felt the nerves course through me and was thankful for the champagne.

“Oh,” he said, taking a step in.

“Yep,” I said, throwing my purse on my couch.

“What?” he said, closing the door behind him, his head tilted to the side, a small smile on his lips.

He stood still, watching me and waiting for my response.

My answer was a heated look as I took my earrings out. I sat on the edge of my couch, unzipping my boots slowly as I kept my eyes trained on his. He took a step away from the door, still completely transfixed on me. I stopped his next step by crisscrossing my arms at the hem of my dress and pulling it over my head. His eyes caught fire as he took in my black lace bra and panty set.

“Dallas,” he exhaled as my now unhooked bra fell to the floor. I stood up, completely bared to him in just the tiny triangle of lace covering my front.

I walked toward him, wrapping my arms around his neck, running my fingers through the back of his hair, and pressing my bare breasts against his chest.

“I remember you, Dean Martin, very, very well.” I kissed him softly on his parted lips. “But tonight isn’t about then.”

“Dallas,” he said hoarsely as he looked over my body. “I don’t know if I can rip myself away from you despite your answer, but Josh—”

I shook my head as he read me, then I was in his arms in an instant. He walked to my bedroom, setting me down gently on the bed, his hands behind my head. Crystal blue eyes raked my body as he caressed my skin.

“Jesus, Dallas,” he rasped out as my nipple peaked before his mouth claimed it. He sucked greedily as I arched my back off the bed, moaning his name. His eyes shot up to mine in recognition, filled with emotion as he backed away, kneeling on the bed as he unbuttoned his shirt. I sat up, helping him as he kept his eyes glued to mine. I slid his shirt off his shoulders as he gripped my chin with one hand, sliding his thumb across my lips. He had yet to kiss me. I kissed his passing thumb and caught it with my teeth, sucking on it slowly. I was rewarded with a deep growl. He pushed me on my back as he stood up, unbuttoning his pants and letting them fall slowly away from him. He hesitated a moment before his boxers followed, his eyes never leaving mine. He stood at the foot of the bed and leaned forward, hooking my panties with his pointer fingers and dragging them slowly down my body before adding them to the growing pile on the floor.

The bed dipped with his weight as he hovered above me. He said nothing as I opened myself to him, hooking his calves with my legs. He sank down, taking residence between my thighs, his beautiful and impressive length making me gasp as it nudged my entrance. I waited on Dean as he drank me in.

After several moments, Dean leaned down slowly and took my lips. The contact made me cry out as I felt the moisture and need build between my thighs. I opened for him as he plunged his tongue inside my mouth, kissing me thoroughly until my body was begging for him. When he’d had his fill, he pulled away from my lips, keeping my eyes on his while his fingers found my pussy. He exhaled harshly when he found me swollen and ready for him.

“I’ve dreamt about this for so long,” he whispered as he took my lips again, then pulled back, his eyes darkening with desire as he thrust into me fully in one sweeping movement. We both cried out, the feeling of our connection overwhelming. As hard as I tried, I couldn’t stop the tears that ran down my temple. My lips trembled as he thrust into me slowly and with so much friction, I sank my fingers into his skin.

“Don’t cry, Dally,” he pleaded, slowing his hips to stroke my face.

“It feels so good,” I whispered as another set of well-earned tears escaped me. “Please, don’t stop.”

He placed his lips on mine as I trembled against him, my entire body waking up and welcoming him. He moaned out, his control slipping as he kissed my chin then buried his lips in my neck, licking and sucking.

“Dean,” I croaked out, my legs shaking uncontrollably as my release approached.

“Let go,” he said gently. “I want to watch you come.” He thrust upward, hitting me so deeply that I burst around him in complete ecstasy. “Oh, God, Dean,” I cried, my tears impossible to hold back as he picked my bottom half up and stroked me exquisitely slow until I had no choice but to let go again.

He sat up with us still connected and guided my arms around his neck. I moaned as I tightened my legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper. He picked me up by my hips and pulled me back down, slowly grinding every hard inch of himself inside me. “You’re everything to me, Dallas,” he declared before claiming my lips in a slow kiss as he pumped out his orgasm, filling me. “Everything.”

We lay curled up, neither of us speaking. I could tell he wanted to say something, but I didn’t utter a word to encourage him. He stroked my back with his skilled hands as I tilted my head up to study his face. I traced his jaw with my fingertips and trailed them down to his chest as I tucked in closer, breathing him in. It felt so natural to hold him this way, and I felt completely comfortable and sated in his arms.

“Dallas…anything I say won’t be good enough. I got caught up in the life I was living. I never forgot.”

“Don’t,” I protested, immediately pulling myself away and grabbing his shirt off the floor before slipping it on.

“Dallas…please talk to me,” he pleaded as I walked into the bathroom and closed the door. I stood looking in the mirror and turned away quickly, wondering if I would ever keep a promise to myself. I’d made the decision to be intimate with him, and now I felt obligated to answer the underlying question of where it could lead. I wanted to believe that I could handle the physical touch I’d craved from him in the present without dragging in the hurtful past—but I knew better. I showered quickly, then opened the door, unsure where he would be. He was still naked and in bed. His eyes flew to me immediately.

“I figured it would be important to stay where I was,” he grinned at me. I sucked in my lips, pressing them into a line to stifle my smile.

“You’re smiling,” he noted.

“No, I’m not.”