She sunk him deep again, squeezing the base of his cock with her fisted hand, then pulled back, sucking hard on the shaft of his cock. God, he drove her crazy. She popped him out of her mouth, batting gently at his jutting erection with her hand, and then sucked him back into her mouth with greedy abandon.
“You little—”
Suddenly his cock was gone and he was hauling her up, his hands below her bent elbows. His face looked flushed and hard as he pushed her toward the desk. Poor Gordon Schneider. They were about to desecrate the stable manager’s desk for a second time. Dylan jerked her sweater down over her arms, and then her cotton shirt was blinding her as he whipped it off over her head.
“Get your pants off,” he ordered tersely, pulling off his riding boots with haste.
“That’s what I always loved about you,” she said, kicking off her flats. “Once you get in the zone, nothing stops Dylan Fall.”
After a record-breaking strip on both their parts, Dylan pulled her to him. His arms enclosed her. She had a flashing vision of his rigid features descending and then he was kissing the living daylights out of her, his hands moving over her naked body, rediscovering her, taking her breath away. Once Dylan got going, he hit her like a tidal wave every time.
He palmed her buttocks and squeezed them for a moment before he lifted, and plopped her on the edge of the desk.
“It’s been too long, baby,” he said, and she wasn’t sure if he was apologizing for his forceful desperation or just stating the obvious. They were both bursting with need. He stepped between her open thighs and bent her knees toward her shoulders. Grunting once in acute dissatisfaction, he scooted her closer toward the edge of the desk.
“Brace yourself,” he instructed. Glancing down and gauging the angle of things, Alice put her hands behind her on the blotter and tilted her upper body back. She also shifted her pelvis up, tilting her * into a slightly upward angle. “That’s right,” he growled, his expression almost angry as he stared between her thighs. He guided his cock to her entrance and thrust. He groaned in mixed agony and pleasure when he sunk into her partially and halted. Alice thrust her hips upward, so desperate for him. It’d been more than a month now since she’d been with him. Her mind was more ready for him than her body was. She whimpered in frustration.
“Shhh,” he soothed, nipping at her mouth, plucking at her lips hungrily. He always melted her with his forceful, greedy, coaxing kisses. She grew so focused on reciprocating that her body relaxed around him as he sawed his hips. He clasped her rib cage in his big hands as he worked his cock into her with gentle but firm deliberation. He cupped a breast and ran his thumb and forefinger over the nipple, caressing her beading flesh. She moaned, feeling her body heat around him. “That’s right,” he said next to her open lips. “Let me in, beautiful girl.”
He flexed his hips. A rough groan tore from his throat. She cried out when he drove all the way into her, two halves of a whole sliding home. She saw his eyes roll back in his head.
“Way too damn long,” he grated out through a clenched jaw.
“I agree,” she whispered, because the sensation of him filling her and throbbing so deep was stealing her voice.
He looked up and met her stare.
“Never again,” he stated simply.
“Never again,” she promised.
He reached around her, his hands at the small of her back and his strong arms squeezing her knees until they touched her shoulders. Her legs were spread and immobilized between their straining bodies. Alice bit her lip at the intensity of the pressure of his piercing cock. He’d put her in a very vulnerable position. She was at his mercy.
She had been on other occasions before, too. But now, she knew she trusted him, and she was so much stronger because of it. She looked into his deep, lustrous eyes as he began to move, and knew there was no going back.
*
ALICE had had only a shadowy idea of what would be involved in the press conference. It turned out that it was probably a good thing that she hadn’t understood the implications of what was what about to occur, or she would never have agreed to attend it.
After Dylan’s and her emotional and passionate reunion in the stables, they’d returned to the castle and continued their celebration in a more leisurely fashion in bed. Alice couldn’t think of anyone or anything but Dylan. Discovering her ability to love and trust left her liberated. Reborn. Dylan seemed equally as awed, and she was reminded again that despite his superior confidence and faith in their relationship, he, too, had once been a loner. He had once been that wary, angry boy who had let down his guard for an innocent girl of four.
In those moments, she never understood more clearly how doubt and uncertainty could have caused her to lose him.
She’d never risk that happening again.