Rita
Dallas kisses me and I am awash with the sensation of it. My heart swirls with the dizzying presence of him, and my mind is humming with confusing, delicious thoughts like, maybe there’s something to this and maybe I’ll stay in Swan Pointe after all.
But right now all there is, is this. And this is not like the other times. This is slow and heated, tender and powerful. This is bringing out a side of me I’m usually too scared to let out. And I’m not just talking the secret spilling I did earlier.
Hooking up with a man is one thing when it’s fast and dirty. It keeps the heart out of it.
Usually.
But the way he’s gently stroking my face and body. The way I’m tenderly caressing him. The heart is front and center, and I’m surprised how much I want from Dallas, too.
Then I let go. Really let go.
If I’m going to do this, I’m going to do it. Even if only for tonight, I’m going to drown myself in Dallas Huntington.
As we continue to sink deeply into slow kisses, he gently lifts me and I wrap my legs around his waist. He carries me into the room and puts me on the bed, his weight solid and comforting on top of me.
And we make love just like that, with the cool Boise breeze caressing our skin.
Wrapped in each other’s arms, chest to chest, our hearts beat next to one another, and every touch, every kiss, every movement inside of me is a potent caress.
More times than I can count tonight, Dallas got me to be vulnerable with him... and like it.