“Me either. I mean, I haven’t been with anyone else.”
“Do you want me to use a condom?” I will, but it’ll be torture to go find one right now.
“I mean…” She leans up, and I scoot lower down her legs. So low that I can lean down and plant an open-mouthed kiss on her pussy even though it’s still mostly covered by black stretchy Lycra. When I blow hot air into the material, she moans.
“No. Just you,” she pants. “I can’t get pregnant. I needed a hysterectomy after Gage. It’s not possible anymore.” Sadness washes over her face as she watches me closely.
Does she really think kids would be a deal-breaker?
“It’s a good thing you already have some pretty incredible kids, then.”
Before she can get lost in her head, I yank her leggings down to her knees. It takes some effort to tug off her boots, but once I do, I strip her bare.
“Holy hell. You’re perfection.”
CHAPTER30
PENNY
Dillon growls the word perfection like a dangerous animal announcing its kill. Any lingering doubts I have about his sincerity are lost as he lazily scans my naked body.
His cock jerks against his stomach, and he reaches down absentmindedly to give it a rough stroke.
My throat goes dry as I watch. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever witnessed.
“You like watching me touch myself?” His words skate over my body like a caress, and I press my legs together. The pressure and need building have my clit throbbing. Actually throbbing.
I didn’t know that was a thing.
“Open your legs,” he commands.
I hesitate for half a second while my mind wars with my body. Why do his commands set my pussy on fire when I fight tooth and nail for independence in every other facet of my life?
“Stop thinking so hard. Just let go. With me, you can always let go. I might want to control your body and your pleasure in this bed, but outside of these four walls? Sweetheart,” he groans, and my core clenches. “Baby, outside the bedroom, you own me. Own. Me. Your choices, your decisions, and your life are yours. I just want to be a part of it.”
My legs are scissoring in front of me. When I realize what I’m doing, I suck in a breath.
“You fight every day. Your mind never shuts off, and I want it all, Penny.” His hand gives another harsh tug, and my heart rate increases to a near-painful rhythm.
“I want your overcrowded worries and your hidden desires, but most of all, I want your happiness. And in our bed, I want to overwhelm every other thought, so for a few minutes, all you think about is me. That’s what I want. I want those few minutes when we’re joined as one. The rest of the day? The rest of your time? I’ll share you. Hell, I’ll drop to my knees out there and happily have you make every goddamn decision.”
“But in here?” I whisper, and a lascivious grin appears on his face as he crawls back up my body.
“In here, let me take it all away. Let me carry your burdens and guide your body in all things pleasure. I’ll spend eternity showing you how fucking special you are.”
He gives a gentle thrust. The blunt head of his penis rubs against my clit, and I gasp.
“I think you need me to take control in here, so you can fully let go. Please.”
His words are hoarse, like he’s fought an uphill battle his entire life, and he’s finally cresting the precipice of home.
Am I that? Am I home?
“Tell me you want that, Penny. Tell me you want all of that.”
“I want it.” I gasp in shock that his tiny thrusts have my tummy fluttering already.
“Thank you,” he says, staring into my eyes with an intensity that threatens to burn us. The emotion in his tone is my undoing, though. When he lowers his lips to my skin and traces small circles with his tongue down my body, I know I’ll never recover from this.
