Enemy Outside (Unseen Enemy Book 2) (8 page)

“I believe you,” she whispered. She moved his hand over her breasts now, down her flat stomach. His fingers found her hot, wet centre and they both groaned. “Touch me, Dallas.” Her arms wrapped around his neck and she shifted her hips to give him greater access. “Please…”

He lowered his forehead to her shoulder and watched his hand slide between her supple thighs. Her back arched and her head fell back as his thick finger stroked her slit, teasing her. Her breath came faster as he gently parted her lower lips with two fingers and lazily circled his thumb around her clit, around and around, not touching it. She shut her eyes, silently begging for him to press on that taut bundle of nerves.

Dallas took her nipple in his mouth, sucking on it, his tongue and fingers swirling at the same time. Olivia’s whole body was lifting to offer herself to him – her breasts, her hips – and he fought to stay in control. He wanted this first time to be good for her, and so that meant not just throwing her under him and taking her right away.

Slow, man. Take a breath.

He moved to kiss her other breast now, his hand still stroking her pussy, his fingers slick with her arousal. She gave a long moan, whispered his name. He gripped the back of her neck and pulled her mouth to his again. As their lips met, his middle finger slid inside her tight channel and her whole body stiffened against him. He pushed in farther, felt her pussy flutter around his finger and his cock pulsed.

“Dallas!” she cried out; he heard the pleading and vulnerability in her voice.

“Shhhh, baby,” he said. “I’ve got you… let it happen. Just let me do this for you, OK?”

She nodded and relaxed again. Her thighs fell open wider now, and he slipped a second finger inside her heat, moving in and out of her at a slow, steady pace. She moved her hips in time with his rhythm, rising and falling on his fingers, and he murmured encouragement against her hot mouth.

Dallas knew she was starting to ride the wave now; her pussy muscles were tensing up around his fingers, her breaths were closer to gasps. He waited until she was moving back and forth on him, her thrusts hard and smooth, then he pressed his thumb down on her clit, let up for a heartbeat, pushed down again.

At his second touch, Olivia’s orgasm hit her right away, taking them both by surprise. She gave a broken cry and shook against him, her pussy throbbing and releasing strong enough to clamp down and tug him farther in.

Dallas pulled her closer to him, felt her fingernails dig in to his upper arms even through his t-shirt. Her face was buried in his shoulder and she was calling his name over and over again as she came.

The flexing and relaxing on his fingers slowed down, stopped. Olivia collapsed on him, and he slowly moved his hands up her hips, up her back, clenched them in that glorious tumbled hair. She was sobbing now, trying to catch her breath, and Dallas smiled.

Holy fuck, she’s so passionate, so hot. I never thought she’d let herself go like that; not the first time
.

Olivia couldn’t believe how easily she’d been able to climax with Dallas. She wasn’t anywhere close to frigid, but she’d only ever been able to come with full-on sex, and sometimes when a guy went down on her. But from just touching? Never. She clung to him, her head spinning, so close to crying from the release of stress and tension. He held her tightly, and she let herself feel safe and cared for.

Her body went soft and pliant on his, and he pulled back a bit to look at her. God, she was so stunning, with her cheeks pink, her lips swollen. He raised her chin and she looked up at him, her eyes hot and glowing. Slowly, holding her gaze, he raised his soaked fingers to his mouth and sucked on them.

“I was right,” he said, his voice dark and molten. “You
do
taste hot and sweet everywhere, baby.”

She gasped at his words, and her pussy lips throbbed and opened wider. He grinned, knowing full well what he’d just done to her.

He kissed her again, tender and gentle, and she just let herself sink down on him, trusting Dallas completely. She knew that here with him, she was in the safest, hottest, most exciting place on earth. She never wanted to leave his arms, and she pressed up against that chest, the way she’d wanted to for so long.

Dallas felt something shift inside her, felt her whole body just give over to him. He closed his eyes, amazed at the gift of her surrender. This was a woman who had no reason to believe in anyone or anything right now… and she believed in him. He was touched and humbled by her faith, and even more determined to continue to deserve it.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, listening to each other breathing, and then Olivia leaned back to see his gorgeous face. His blue eyes were softer than she’d ever seen them, and she was astounded that she’d been able to make this hard, lethal man look like this. She stroked his full lips and he kissed her fingers.

“You doing OK, sweetheart?” he asked.

“Uh-huh,” she said. “But I’m not very happy about one thing.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah? What’s that?”

“You’re wearing way too many clothes.”

He grinned and her stomach flipped.

“Yeah, I guess I am. You want to help me with that?”

She nodded and moved her hands to the bottom of his t-shirt. He raised his arms and she lifted the shirt over his head. At the sight of that muscled chest, Olivia’s mouth went dry.

She’d wanted to touch him for so long, and suddenly, here he was, right in front of her. She knew that she could do whatever she wanted to him, and the lust just washed over her.

Dallas’ breath caught as her fingers ran over his collarbone, her touch somehow both innocent and knowing. He watched her face as he explored him, tracing every curve of every muscle, following the line of dark hair across his pecs and over his abs. She paused at the scar on his left shoulder.

“What’s this?” she asked.

“A few months ago, I was stabbed on the job.”

She raised startled eyes to his. “What?”

“Yeah.” He was about to tell her that it had been a client’s stalker, but then he reconsidered. He didn’t want her mind to go there, not with her own stalker scaring her so badly.

“Who stabbed you?” she said.

“A crazed football fan. It wasn’t bad. I saw him coming and had plenty of time to get myself out of the way. Mostly.”

She ran her fingers over the scar. “What you do is dangerous, Dallas.”

“Sometimes.” He kissed her, wanting to reassure her. “But I’m good at my job, baby. I’m careful.”

She nodded. “I know.”

“And there are perks to the job.” He ran his fingers down her back.

Olivia paused, then smiled. “Is that what I am? A perk?”

“I didn’t say that…” His tone was teasing.

She stared up at him, suddenly serious. “But do you do this a lot?”

“What?” he asked.

“This. Fool around with your clients.”

“Oh, hey. No.” He shook his head. “Never. I’ve always kept it strictly professional. This, with you? It’s – it’s different.”

“It is?”

“Hell, yeah. From the beginning, it’s been different, and you know that, I think. It’s been personal with you, baby.” He stroked her cheek. “It’s been personal for me for a while.”

“Yeah, for me too.” She skimmed over his chest again. “I’ve wanted to touch you like this for so long…”

“Well, now you can, sweetheart.” His eyes were hot. “Touch me. However you want to.”

She smiled. “OK.” She kissed his chest. “You feel as good as I imagined… I just bet you’re this hard and huge everywhere, aren’t you?”

He laughed as she echoed his own words back at him, but then Olivia totally surprised him by sliding off his body to the floor. She knelt in front of him, between his legs, and undid his belt.

Dallas’ cock hardened again and she traced its outline against his jeans, feather-light touches that made him thrust his hips against them. He groaned and she gently pushed him back on to the bed. He leaned on his elbows, his huge chest heaving, watching her unzip him. She looked up at him, then tugged his jeans down his legs before running her hands over his length.

Dallas held his breath as her fingers slid under the elastic waistband of his boxer shorts, slowly pulled them down. He lifted his lower body, helping her, and then he was free.

He looked at her face, saw her eyes widen at his size. He was a big guy, and that meant everywhere, and some women had been a bit freaked out about it, at least at first. But Olivia just reached out and touched him; she took him in both hands, stroking up and down. She smiled at him.

“I was right,” she said. “You
are
hard and huge everywhere, baby.”

He barely had time to suck in air before her sweet mouth was on him, licking his cock, twirling her tongue over its salty tip. He gave a low cry and his hands went to her head, tangling in her hair. He fell back on the bed, his eyes shut tight, trying to stay in control.

Olivia kissed and stroked him, listening to Dallas’ breathing get harder and harsher. She wanted him to beg her as she’d begged him, so she played with him, alternating firm licks and flicks with hot, soft kisses, until he was almost writhing under her.

“Fuck, Olivia,” he said in that dark voice that she loved. “God… please, baby. Please…”

Right away, she eased back and took him all the way in to her hot, sweet mouth. Dallas groaned as she slid up and down, pulling his cock deeper with every thrust. He fought to keep his hips still, but it was hell. All he wanted was to plunge between her lips, for her to suck him until he exploded.

Olivia felt him shaking and she thrilled to have this huge, strong man moaning under her mouth, helplessly responding to her every touch. She angled her head to take him deeper and she opened her throat. He froze, his whole body getting ready to come, and he sat up again.

“Olivia, stop,” he rasped. “Stop, baby… not like that. Not the first time with you.”

She released him slowly, her lips mouthing kisses as she pulled back. He closed his eyes, his self-control almost gone. Then she was on her feet in front of him, her gorgeous body right there, and he reached for her. He flipped her on to the bed and covered her with his large frame. Their eyes met.

“I’m going to make love to you now,” he said. “It’s going to be hard and fast... and you’re going to come screaming.”

She arched up in to him. “Yes.”

He rolled on the condom and she licked her lips, almost breathless at the thought of having that amazing cock inside her. He spread her thighs and touched her pussy again; it was wide open and wet, begging for him. In one movement, he thrust inside of her and she gave a small scream.

“OK?” he asked. “Too much?”

She shook her head. “No… not enough.” She wrapped her long legs around his waist and rose to meet him. “More.”

He lowered his mouth to hers, slid his tongue between her lips. She kissed him back, her mouth demanding, and dug her fingers in to his back. Dallas started to plunge now, and like he’d promised her, it was hard and fast.

They gripped each other, moving together over and over again. Dallas watched Olivia under him, loved how she clutched at him, listened to her moan his name. Olivia’s orgasm rose fast, faster than she’d ever known before. Her whole body went rigid as a sound of pleasure and desperation burst out of her throat.

“Dallas,” she said. “I’m so close…oh, my God.
Dallas
…”

At her words, a wave of ecstasy flooded him. His thrusts got wilder, faster, and Olivia hit the peak, hard. She screamed as she came, her body racked with tremors, screamed again. Her pussy muscles tightened on Dallas, a relentless hold and release and throbbing that started his own climax.

He just let go now, just let his orgasm blast through him, out of him. He couldn’t think, couldn’t make a sound – all he could do was feel, and the waves of sensation were the most intense he’d ever known in the whole of his life.

They lay together, shaking, drawing fast, shallow breaths. Dallas was still deep inside her and had no desire at all to withdraw from that hot, slick place that felt like heaven on earth. She was wrapped around him, her arms and legs still holding him tight, and she didn’t seem to be in a big rush to let him go. He smiled, ran his hands through her hair again.

When Olivia started to cry, he wasn’t at all surprised. She’d been through a lot over the past week, and he knew that the shock of knowing that some stranger had been in her bedroom – yet again – was going to hit her sometime. He rolled off her now, pulling her in to his arms. He held her tight against him, murmured to her that she was safe.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he said. “I’m right here… you’re OK. Just let it out, just cry.”

Her sobs and tears slowed and then stopped, and she cuddled closer to him. Dallas kissed her gently, wiped her tears with his fingers.

“How you doing, Olivia?”

“Better.” She gave him a trembling smile. “I just – I don’t know. I just suddenly felt overwhelmed.”

“That’s OK, baby. Anybody would feel that way at this point.” He covered her with the blankets, kissed her again. “Be right back, OK?”

She nodded sleepily and he smiled at her. God, she was going to crash hard and soon. He went in to the bathroom, and when he returned to the bed, she snuggled up against him.

“I want to go get cleaned up, but I’m too tired,” she said.

He laughed. “You want me to carry you?”

“Hmmmm.” She seemed to be considering it. “No. I’ll manage somehow.”

He watched her leave the room, loving the firm curves of her body. He heard the water running, sighed with pleasure as he remembered her slick arousal. She was so fucking amazing, and he just couldn’t believe that this had actually happened between them.

Olivia crawled back in to his bed and made a small sound of contentment. He pulled her to his chest and she closed her eyes. In less than a minute, she was fast asleep.

**

Two hours later, Dallas carefully sat up, trying to not disturb Olivia. He wanted to stay right where he was, with her warm body curled up against his, but he was worried that he’d fall asleep. And no way he was going to do that – not with that fucker still out there somewhere.