Little did he know, he’d already ruined her for anybody else. There would never be another man like Dane.
But that was something they’d have to discuss later when he wasn’t making her toes curl with passionate promises.
Dane trailed his lips over her chest and down to her abdomen. “You’re so damn sexy.”
He made her feel that way. She never would’ve taken another man to the fantasy suite. Sex with Dane was, well, indescribable. She wanted to experience everything with him.
Hooking his thumbs in the silky material of her panties across her hips, he didn’t tear them off or jerk them down. Instead he drove her out of her mind with sliding those rough, calloused hands over her heated skin as he slowly eased the material down her legs.
His mouth seemed poised to follow the path of his hands and Stella couldn’t control her restlessness. She ached, she needed, she craved.
When he held her knees apart with the width of his broad shoulders, Stella couldn’t suppress the groan that escaped her. And then his mouth was on her. Those big, firm hands gripped her inner thighs as he pleasured her in a way she’d never known before.
Stella threaded her fingers through his hair and arched her back. Dane’s relentless urge to please her had her body spiraling out of control and she didn’t even try to hold back her cries.
The climax hit her so fiercely, Stella shook against him for what felt like hours until her tremors began to slow. Before she could fully recover, he was putting on a condom and climbing up to her.
“I’m not nearly done with you.”
He gripped the backs of her thighs and slid into her in one slow, delicious thrust. Then he flipped them so she straddled him and he smiled up at her.
“Do what you want, cowgirl.”
Why did he have to be so sexy? Was there anything about him that didn’t turn her on? The relinquishing of power right when her body still zinged and tingled made her feel dizzy and overwhelmed. She wasn’t sure she could even move right now.
Dane playfully smacked her hip. “I’m waiting.”
Bracing her hands on his chest, Stella smiled as she started to move. Dane’s fingertips dug into her thighs as she rocked against him. From the way his jaw was set, his nostrils flared, and his lids lowered, she’d guess she was doing just fine.
As she quickened her rhythm, her body started climbing again. The pleasure became too intense and she leaned down, capturing his mouth with hers.
Dane palmed her backside and urged her faster while he made love to her mouth. He seemed to touch her everywhere all at once, causing that familiar tingling to build and grow until she exploded all around him.
He tightened his hold as he stilled beneath her. His lips moved over hers almost as if he couldn’t get enough.
Yeah, he’d definitely ruined her for any other man.
Stella waited until they both stopped trembling before she sat back up and smiled. “Well, I should book this room more often.”
Dane reached up and cupped her breasts. “You’ll only be booking it with me.”
When he said things like that, she couldn’t help but think...
“What do you say we take that bottle of bourbon and go upstairs?” he suggested. “I have a few more things I want to do to you.”
Mercy. Was he serious? She wasn’t sure she could walk on these shaky legs, let alone head in for round two...or three in her case.
Within minutes, though, they were dressed and heading the private back way toward the elevator exclusively for her.
Dane laced his fingers through hers and Stella couldn’t help but smile. She hadn’t held hands with a man in, well, years. There was something so innocent, yet so...was bonding the right word? After all they’d done together, the fact he led her back to her suite by her hand was so damn adorable.
There was no denying she’d fallen in love with him. What would he do if she actually came out and told him? Would he vanish? Would he tell her he felt the same?
Part of her wanted to be completely honest and open with her feelings. The rest of her wanted to keep her feelings locked away inside her heart where they couldn’t be hurt or crushed. She’d never told someone she loved them before.
Maybe she couldn’t trust her feelings. What did she know about love? She’d never known her mother, her father was about as loving as a tree stump, and the only other time she’d thought she was in love, the man had been a cheating scumbag who had been using her only to impress her father.
Maybe all this amazing sex had her emotions and thoughts too scattered.