Her eyes lit up like fire, and he watched with rapt attention as she moved with him, imagining himself buried deep inside her while Mel looked like she was thinking about the same thing.
When they came together, he’d never be able to let her go.
Not even if her story ended.
What he was going to do about it, though, he wasn’t yet sure.
“Need… you,” Mel said, biting her lip as she looked at him hungrily.
He slid his fingers out, a little more confident she’d be able to take his considerable girth now, then slowly licked each one, savoring the taste of her before he stepped off the bed and stripped off his clothes.
Then he pulled a condom out of the dresser and slid it on slowly, amused by the way Mel’s mouth seemed to hang more and more open as she took in the sight of him naked.
Before this, his body had been a tool. His strength was for protecting his family and earning his keep.
But knowing he could have this effect on his mate was a new experience for Dallas.
“Here,” he said softly, coming between her legs and positioning himself at her entrance. But before he did anything else, he leaned down to kiss her again, stroking inside her mouth and memorizing the way their tongues entwined with each other.
Then, with slow movements, he started to thrust in, wanting to be careful.
After all, this was his first time.
But Mel’s reaction was only that of pure bliss, and she gasped as they met all the way, hip to hip. The tight fit was instantly erotic, and Dallas wasn’t sure how long either of them was going to last after hours of what they’d just been doing.
Based on the lost, nearly coming expression on her perfect face, Mel was feeling the same.
So even as his insides started to coil with heat and hunger from the slightest movement, he started to slowly pull out and thrust back in, taking over for both of them so Mel could focus on the experience of their bodies colliding. And as he filled her again and again, going faster as the temperature in the room reached an almost fever pitch, Mel’s sounds of pleasure edged him forward toward an amazing crest that would surely be as scorching as it was memorable.
“Mine,” Dallas found himself growling out loud as they went quicker, leaving no pause in the movement of their bodies as he pushed into her. But Mel didn’t seem to notice, and when her hands came up to wrap around his shoulders, he let her, ignoring the unfamiliar touch and instead trying to keep his senses together for the last precious minutes they had tonight.
After tomorrow, he didn’t know where they were going.
He just knew that wherever she was, he wanted to be there too.
Only the wet sound of their bodies colliding could be heard throughout the room, and all the muscles in Dallas’s arms screamed like he’d been lifting tractors in the backyard for fun all afternoon. Mel, so close to release, just clutched him tighter, fingernails biting into his skin, a subtle contrast to the pleasurable agony that was riding the edge of their release.
“Come with me,” Dallas said, raising a hand to cup Mel’s cheek. She nodded, and he could see something that looked like more than just want, more than just need in her gaze.
Something he felt deep inside as well. Something like…
Love.
Their hips met one last time, and her body clenched all at once, her sheath tightening as Mel went past the edge.
Then Dallas immediately came with her, sensations exploding inside him like fireworks, and he found himself collapsing onto his elbows, arms wrapped tight around Mel as they came together.
Fuck. Shit. Damn. The only words his brain could muster were single-syllable curses.
Mate. Then it was like a record skipping, the single word echoing like a banging drum.
But Dallas just focused on the pleasure of the moment. The way Mel responded to being held by him, screaming into his shoulder even as his cock jerked deep within her body. He kept his teeth clenched, everything tight like an electrical shock for several long, unforgettable moments while they came in each other’s arms.
As she relaxed, Dallas still didn’t want to let go. And Mel didn’t seem to mind either, her hands relaxing and running across his back.
They fit together so perfectly.
After he slowly pulled out and went to the bathroom to clean up, then came back in, Mel leaned onto her side, smiling at him even as no words were exchanged.
The situation was, at best, complicated.
But still, he wasn’t going to miss another second with her, and he slid onto the bed next to her and gathered Mel into his arms, feeling more protective than he’d ever felt for anything or anyone in his entire life.
The air cooled, brought on by a breeze through a partially open window. And as Mel fell into a fast, deep sleep, Dallas remained wide awake, trying to make sense of what could have been called a fated sort of meeting.
If not for all the facts screaming at him that this was never going to work.
But his tiger had staked its claim, though they weren’t even mated yet.
And he was never going to let go.
13
Mel awoke the next morning to the incessant buzzing of her phone on the nightstand. She groaned, ignoring it for a second and instead turning back over to snuggle against Dallas’s warm, hard body.
Last night had been more perfect than she ever could have expected, full of wonderful, beautiful pleasure the likes of which she had never before experienced.
Everything could be perfect now as well, if only her phone would stop ringing.
After a few minutes of continuous ringing, she huffed irritatedly, brushed some curls out of her face, and got out of bed to check her phone.
It was Trent.
Mel suppressed
