Knowing she couldn’t avoid answering and that there was no reason to avoid it since she wasn’t that awkward teenage girl anymore, Grace lifted her chin. “The Amazonians were a mythological group of Greek women known for their fighting skills and matriarchal society.”
“So then why do you look sad when I call you that?” Still combing her hair, he kept it away from her face.
“Because it was used as a nickname for me in the ninth grade,” she admitted. “I know that it seems really silly for it to still hurt, but, damn it, I was just a freakishly tall tomboy with bad hair.” Bad hair and she’d worn a double D-cup bra by the ninth grade, making her feel even freakier looking. By the time she reached twelfth grade, she was an E-cup and felt so awkward about it that she’d visited a surgeon to change it. She’d undergone some counseling to make certain it was the right option and had a reduction. The improvement helped her tremendously. Most of the scars had faded since she was eighteen, but there were times when they were noticeable.
“Baby, we were all freakish as kids,” he said. “Hell, I was an angry ten-year-old when I met my parents. Anger makes you ugly. It makes you mean. Yet my dad saw saw my potential to love and be loved.”
“I know what you’re saying is right,” Grace admitted. “Most of the time, I am a confident woman. I’ve made a successful business for myself and have an excellent success rate in solving cases. But once in awhile, those old demons come back and bite me on the butt.” She knew she should tell him about the breast reduction, but none of her previous boyfriends had seemed to notice the thin, almost invisible scars.
“You were teased, like I was. Believe me, baby, I know how badly the jibes can hurt because they hit deeper than a punch.” He stopped stroking her hair and placed his hand behind her head. “But I want you to know that you’re a beautiful woman. Fuck, you’re so beautiful to me that you make my knees weak.”
Smiling, she reached up to touch his mouth. “It’s only fair, Dallas. You make me feel the same way.”
“That’s good,” he said, nodding. “I don’t ever want to put that hurt in your eyes again, Gracie. I saw it a few times, but you’d tried to hide it. At the stadium parking lot, I thought you were going to bolt. Don’t do that.”
“You didn’t hurt me,” she insisted. “Not really.”
“You still should have said something the first time. If I hurt you again, don’t hide, face me so I can fix it.” Bringing her into his embrace, he stepped away from the counter. One hand remained at her nape. His left went to the small of her back. The way he spread his long fingers made her feel small.
Grace’s heartbeat was racing so fast, she was sure he’d hear it. If he couldn’t, he’d feel her heart slamming inside her chest since they were standing so very close.
“Kiss me,” he invited, lowering his head a fraction.
She met him halfway, loving the soft touch of his lips that quickly became harder, purposeful. Dallas kissed and nipped her top lip, then the bottom. Copying him, she thought his kiss was very male, delicious. She slicked her tongue along the inside flesh of his lip and he moaned. His heart rocketed strongly in his chest, mimicking the beat of hers.
Wanting to deepen their kiss, she wrapped her arms up around his neck and wedged her tongue between his straight teeth. The heat of their kiss was heightened by the blend of chocolate, mocha almond fudge, strawberry and vanilla. Grace could gladly lick ice cream off Dallas’ skin for hours if she could have this flavor the whole time.
Easing back a little, he looked down at her, his hand wandering below the waistband of her panties. He cupped her butt, his hand big enough to cover one cheek while his pinkie dipped between the globes.
Nervously, she went up on tiptoe. Unsure if she wanted him to touch the puckered hole, she waited, anticipating what had been forbidden to anyone else. Dallas’ pinkie skirted all around that tight little spot, but he did not breach her there. Then he shifted his hand and his much longer middle finger tucked right between her ass cheeks. He teased the sensitive hole, making her want it even more, yet he still didn’t push.
“Don’t be afraid,” he murmured between kisses. “You’re not ready for that yet.”
“I’m not afraid. I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready.”
“We’ll get there, baby, just not tonight.” He kissed her again, rewarding her with another ice cream-flavored kiss. His clever hand caressed her butt until his movements caused her panties to slip down her hips. Grace shifted, helping him to push them all the way to the floor.
“Arms up high,” he said.
Grace lifted her arms up over her head. Dallas grabbed the t-shirt he’d told her to wear and tore it from her body. It was such a startling show of strength, she was awestruck. As soon as the shirt was off, he flung the scraps away before drawing her back into his arms. This time his kiss was much hotter, much sweeter.
Suddenly, he grasped her hips and hoisted her up, turning her around to place her on the countertop. “Yikes, it’s pretty cold.” The chill from the freezer below the counter startled her more than when he’d put her on the hood of his car.
“Sorry,” he said, opening a nearby drawer to take out a dish towel. He lifted her long enough to place it beneath her butt.
It was really sweet of him to think of her comfort. Thoughts of comfort fled the moment he brought her forward for another deep, searching kiss. Using his tongue to copy the rhythm of how his cock had felt when surging in and out of her pussy, he turned their kiss into a stamp of intent. She had no doubt Dallas McKay intended to fuck her very soon.
Grace wanted him just the same. Sharing a kiss with him stole her breath, exposing her to something new and different with each one they shared. She expected him to completely dominate their play, but he didn’t. He seduced her into full mouth-to-mouth, tongue-to-tongue intimacy, elevating the pleasure by running his hands through her hair, over her shoulders, down her bare back and around her front to her breasts. It was like he couldn’t get enough of her.
Peppering kisses along her jaw, he swept her hair back, exposing her throat. “Hello, beautiful,” he whispered, kissing his way down her throat to where her pulse pounded. There, he bit her, keeping her skin between his sharp teeth as he suckled strongly. Cleverly, he used just the right amount of pressure, awakening her senses. Heat spread from the point of his teeth, causing an incandescent tug of need deep in her belly to spiral tighter and tighter.
Delivering a gentle kiss to the bite mark he’d left, he murmured, “I’ve marked you.”
“On purpose?” she asked.
“Everything I do with you has purpose,” he said.
Dallas stepped back. Keeping his eyes on her face, he reached over to the bowls of ice cream. He scooped up some of it with his finger. Showing her the dollop of melting chocolate, he smiled and touched where he’d bitten. The cold jolted through her, further setting her skin on fire.
He didn’t stop painting the frozen dessert there. Dallas’ finger trailed ever so slowly down to her breasts. Swiping sloppy, wet ice cream over her left areola and then her nipple, he forced her to gasp. Her nipple drew taut in a flash. “Oh Dallas, that feels so good.” The bite of cold brought a rain of feminine juice from her slit. Hot drips cascaded down her inner thighs.
Paying homage to her other breast with his clean hand, he squeezed her gently, using his thumbnail to scrape the tight peak. Frissons of pleasure streamlined from her nipple to her clit. How he found her erogenous spots so easily was beyond her comprehension. All she knew was that everything felt amazingly good and incredibly right.
“It’s only going to get better, baby,” he promised, swiping the remaining ice cream all over her breast.
He lifted her left breast, his thumb still toying with her other nipple. He lowered his head and kissed the valley between both breasts. Anticipating the feel of his mouth on her skin, she felt her toes curl. Dallas kissed up and down and all over her breast, lapping the sticky ice cream from her skin. His tongue was so hot a
nd damp in contrast to the cold, Grace almost came on the spot. But he calmed her with the continued sweep of his tongue and hums of appreciation.
“Please, Dallas,” she murmured, wanting him to lick and suck her nipple. It was the only part of her breast he hadn’t swirled with his tongue.
“Patience, Gracie,” he warned, shifting a little.
Grace lowered her eyes. Dallas’ dark head was bent over her breasts. His shoulders were wide. His hair was gorgeous. And he smelled so damn good and so very male.
At last, he swiped his clever tongue around her areola, cleaning away the icy chocolate before lapping swiftly at her taut point. Grace bucked, seeking more pressure, more sucking. Dallas kept things very, very slow. He was in no rush to clean her skin. He made her feel as though her breast was the smorgasbord of desserts. He lapped and lapped, kissed and kissed, alternately teasing the nub with his tongue and edging it with his teeth.
“Dallas! Damn it,” she cursed. “Please suck me.”
“As the lady wishes,” he granted, parting his lips over the swollen tip.
“Holy smokes,” she muttered as he took a generous portion of her breast into his mouth and sucked. His other hand continued to play with her other breast, keeping her on the edge of her toes. He nipped her, hard, shocking her, but eliciting a cry of pure need from her throat as he sucked so strongly that his cheeks hollowed.
Dallas was not gentle. He was greedy and needy and she loved the roughness of his teeth and the brush of pain. Not once did he actually hurt her, which sharpened her need and elevated her trust. Until tonight, Grace hadn’t realized she’d like rough sex play.
She sure liked the way Dallas sucked on her nipple as if he was seeking sustenance. Drawing her flesh into the heat of his mouth again, he curled the tip of his tongue around the erect nub, then began flicking and prodding the point while scissoring her opposite nipple. Purposefully biting her just shy of discomfort, he trapped the whole of her areola and nipple and pulled back, stretching her.
“Ah, Dallas!” Close to coming unglued, Grace had to grasp his shoulders. Pleasure beyond anything she’d known before swept through her. Then he changed the game by freeing her left nipple with a loud, sexy pop. Blood rushed into her breast so quickly it stole her breath. Looking down at herself, she took pride in how red and swollen her nipple had become. She wanted the right one to look the same.
“Offer to me,” he said, his sexy gruff drawl thrilling her to her toes.
Grace cupped her right breast. Squeezing herself, she lifted her breast in offering to his cleverly wicked mouth. He wasted no time in rewarding her. With a playful growl, he suckled at her breast. Unaware that she’d begun rocking her hips, she let go of her breast to hang on to him. He was so strong and capable and sexy, he made her feel safe, like he’d never let her fall.
Closing her eyes to enjoy the triple onslaught of his hot wet mouth, tongue and teeth, Grace was jolted again when his cool hand pushed between her thighs and something icy and sticky touched her clit.
“Dallas!” she screeched.
The blast of cold and hot need continued to make her want to fuck his brains out. Usually not one to think in such terms, Grace wanted to revel in her newly discovered wilder side.
Dallas freed her breast, eyeing her vibrant, red nipples. She’d never been this turned-on, never. As if he understood, he spread her thighs wider. “Before we fuck, I need to taste your pussy.”
Grace parted her legs as wide as he wanted. His shoulders were so broad, but miraculously, he fit between her thighs. His skin was so much darker, with a rich burnished tan that no amount of chemicals or ultraviolet light could reproduce. It amazed her to see their differences, especially his hard cock straining through the open fly of his jeans. Everything about him made her feel soft and delicate and feminine, yet strong enough to handle his size.
She didn’t know when he’d unzipped his fly. But she sure wanted every inch of Dallas McKay’s cock and she reached to grab him.
“Not yet.” He caught her hands and placed them on his shoulders. “Trust me. I’m going make you feel so good.”
Grace nodded her head. She trusted him to make her feel better than any man had ever done for her. Willing to let him have his way, she kept her hands on his shoulders.
Dallas scooped a spoonful of melted ice cream into his mouth. He kissed her mouth sweetly, giving her a taste of chilled, creamy chocolate. He drew back and kissed her chin, the sensitive skin along the side of her neck, and across the swells of her breasts. Continuing downward along the ultrasensitive skin just below her bellybutton, he sent butterflies dancing up and down her skin. Her pussy was soaking wet, demanding his undivided attention.
At last he gave her what she craved, his tongue on her swollen clit. Already fully aroused, Grace bucked at the startling chill of ice cream on her hot, pulsing flesh. Her thighs shook. Patiently, his cool tongue drew deliberate circles around her warm bundle of nerves, purposefully keeping her wondering when he’d let her come.
“Not yet,” he murmured as if he’d heard her, flicking his tongue along her quim to find her small opening. Slowly, he penetrated her, licking deep inside her vagina.
It had been so long since she felt anything like this that Grace was flung headfirst toward orgasm, but he held her there, suspended. All he had to do was flick his tongue and she’d come. Dallas withdrew his tongue, kissed her clit and slowly drew back.
“No, no, not fair, so not fair,” she grumbled.
“I’ll take care of you, baby,” he assured, straightening. “First, have a taste of chocolate and your sweet creamy pussy.” He grabbed the back of her head and dragged her almost to the edge of the counter. His mouth landed on hers, his tongue plundering inside as his arms wrapped around her.
Instantly she tasted cold chocolate, warm vibrant man and the saltiness of her juices. “I want you so much,” she murmured when he withdrew.
“Same, baby. Take a ride with me.” He grabbed her at the waist and gently picked her up from the counter.
She expected him to put her down. He didn’t. Dallas carried her right over to the carousel horse, not showing any sign of trouble or voicing complaint about her size. No other man had carried her around like this. He set her down, grabbed something from his pocket and shucked his jeans. Standing on the metal platform, Grace was able to appreciate the sculpted perfection of Dallas completely naked.
He was beautiful. As she’d known from the garage, but the lighting in the house was different, warmer. It cascaded from the ceiling, highlighting the broadness of his shoulders, the trimness of his hips and his eight-pack abs. Not six, eight! The man was positively ripped.
Even better, except for the manly patches of coarse dark hair at his groin and underarms, he only had a dusting of hair on his arms and legs and a thin strip below his navel. His big cock was fully erect.
Grace really hadn’t been with many men before, but those she’d been with had been maybe six inches when erect. Dallas had to be at least ten inches and he was thick. The folds of his foreskin had slid down the plum-shaped head. Frankly, she’d been surprised when she first discovered that he was uncut, but she didn’t mind. She thought he was beautiful and sexy as hell.
Again, he kept his choker on. She recognized that it was important to him and wondered if he’d tell her why. Promising herself to ask later, Grace watched him reach over to the wall and turn a dial beside a light switch. He came back to her, offering the foil package.
“Get me ready for you, baby,” he said.
Grace wasn’t so great with condoms, but she’d sure try to help. Taking the packet from him, she opened it and dropped the foil. Dallas had rocked back against the carousel horse.
She reached to take his gorgeous erection in hand. She took her time, deliberately wrapping her fingers around his girth and pumping her fist. His rod was rigid with veins. The softness of his foreskin and tip reminded her of rose petals.
Dallas’ eyes narrowed when she stroked his folde
d skin, his mouth parted. He liked that, she discovered, and played some more. “Gracie. Condom. Now.”
The word now catapulted her into action. Placing the thin latex over his cock head, she made sure his skin remained folded beneath the helmet, as she’d seen him do in the garage, and slid the sheath into place. Touched that he wanted to protect her, she wondered if there’d be a time when they’d do this without a condom. She had an IUD inserted from when she’d last been with a guy to further prevent pregnancy if his condom broke. But it was way too soon to think about having sex without protection. If she did, she’d fall head over heels in love with Dallas.
Dallas took hold of Grace’s wrist, gently loosening her grip. “You can get me off like that later, Gracie. Right now, climb on up.”
He knelt a little and knotted his fingers together as a stirrup. Grace notched her foot into his palm. With a gentle lift, he hoisted her up into the saddle.
“Turn around, with your back to the pole,” he said.
Grace used the footholds protruding from the horse’s legs and stood. With Dallas’ help, she was able to turn around. Before she could sit back down, he stopped her. The grind of the mechanism above their heads made the horse move.
She gasped, but stayed standing when Dallas swung up onto the back of the horse like he’d been born into the saddle. She’d like to see him ride a horse across the open fields of his parents’ ranch, but since she couldn’t right then, she appreciated the strength it took to climb on so easily.
Dallas settled on the horse. His hands came to her waist. His erection poked upward. “Have a seat, baby.”
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