Page 24 of Falling for the Delta
Holly was speechless. This man, gah!
“Say something,” he begged. “Are you upset that I did all this?”
“Upset? No way!” Holly told him. “I’m relieved that I don’t have to plan anything. Are we really going to be able to be married on Tuesday?”
“Yeah,” Dash said. Then his hand came up and covered one of her exposed breasts. He tweaked her nipple, and Holly groaned.
Without another word, he leaned forward and fed her nipple into his mouth. He bit down playfully, then sucked. Hard.
Holly’s back arched and she moved so she was straddling Dash on the couch. He immediately lifted his hands and palmed both her breasts, which were hanging free.
“I think you deserve a reward for all you’ve done,” Holly said.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I haven’t given you my Valentine’s Day present yet.” Holly knew the picture of the two of them she’d had framed didn’t come close to all that Dash had done for her tonight, but she also knew he’d love her gift anyway.
“Saying yes was my present,” Dash said without hesitation. “You giving yourself to me is my present. You are my Valentine’s Day gift, my Christmas and birthday presents for the rest of my life. I don’t need anything but you.”
Goo. Holly was officially a pile of goo.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“And I love you,” Dash told her. A glint shone in his eyes. “Now, fuck me.”
Holly beamed. “With pleasure.”
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