Page 9 of Falling for the Delta
“Hmmmm.”
“Dash, we haven’t been dating all that long. I don’t expect anything from you. I mean, it’s really a day made up to sell cards and crap. As far as I’m concerned, it’s just another day.”
“Maybe it has been in the past, but no longer. And while I agree that it’s become pretty commercialized these days, I have no problem making sure my girl knows how much I care about her on the fourteenth of February every year.”
Holly blushed. She reached out and poked Dash in the belly.
He sucked in a breath. “What was that for?” he asked, grabbing her hand and holding on to it so she couldn’t poke him again.
“Just making sure you’re real,” Holly quipped.
“I’m real, all right,” Dash said. Then he leaned down and covered her lips with his own.
Holly melted under him, as she did every time he kissed her.
Before she knew it, she was on her back on his couch and Dash was lying over her—not crushing her, but surrounding her with his heat and scent.
They kissed for quite a while, then Holly felt one of his hands slip under her shirt and rest on her belly. She sucked in a breath and he lifted his head. He stared down at her but didn’t move his hand from where it was resting on the bare skin of her stomach.
“This okay?” he asked.
And just like that, Holly melted once more. Dash was a gentleman down to his bones. He would no sooner do something that would make her uncomfortable than he would cut in front of a granny in the store to get a better place in line.
“Very okay,” she reassured him. She thought he’d go back to kissing her, but he didn’t lower his head as his hand moved upward.
It was intense to stare into his eyes as he touched her, but Holly loved it. She saw his eyes dilate as his hand closed around one of her breasts. He squeezed her through her bra, and she felt her nipple harden immediately.
“So damn soft,” he murmured. He gently pulled the cup of her bra down and then his calloused palm was touching the tender skin of her breast. Holly couldn’t help but arch her back, pressing herself harder into his hand.
“You like that.”
It wasn’t a question. But Holly answered him anyway. “I like everything about you.”
He smiled and finally dipped his head back down to hers.
They kissed as he played with her breast. When he lightly pinched her nipple, she moaned. When he pinched it harder, Holly grunted, her stomach tightened, and she felt a gush of wetness between her legs.
Dash moved, surprising Holly. He got up on his knees, then stood. He grabbed her hand, pulled her off the couch, and towed her down the hall toward his bedroom.
It took a second for Holly’s brain to catch up with her legs, but when it did, she smiled. Dash didn’t stop until he was standing next to his bed. He pulled her into him, and Holly could feel his hard cock pressing against her belly.
“You need to use the restroom?” he asked.
Holly shook her head.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
“Because once I get you naked in my bed, I’m not going to let you up to breathe for quite a while.”
His words made Holly squirm. “I’m sure,” she repeated more firmly.
Dash’s hands reached for the hem of her shirt and he slowly lifted. Holly’s arms went over her head to help him and before the material had cleared her head, Dash was already reaching behind her for the clasp of her bra.
She sucked in her belly as she stood in front of him in nothing but her jeans. She knew she wasn’t exactly toned, but he didn’t seem to care. Dash went down on his knees in front of her and nuzzled the pooch she’d never been able to get rid of.
“So fucking beautiful,” he murmured against her skin. His breath tickled, but Holly wasn’t even close to laughing. His hands reached for the button and zipper of her jeans…and before she knew it, she was standing in front of him without a stitch of clothing on.
