only my underwear, but he was right there with me. We clawed at each other’s clothes until his warm skin finally met mine, our mouths hardly ever parting.
It was like we were both scared that if we stopped kissing for so much as a minute, the spell would be broken and we’d have to stop again. The only time we risked it was when he reached for his wallet, pulling out a condom and rolling it over his mammoth length.
He caught me staring at the thick length of his erection. Grinning, he pushed me back to the mattress by my shoulders. “Don’t worry, baby. We’ll take it slow. I’d never hurt you. I promise.”
There were so many witty retorts that jumped to mind, but I didn’t say any of them. The moment seemed too genuine, too filled with need to lighten it with a joke.
Plus, I trusted him. If he said he wouldn’t hurt me, then he wouldn’t. Spreading my legs for him, I lay back and looped my arms around his neck as I hooked my legs around his hips.
“Okay then, Great Dane,” I said when his lips were only inches away from mine and his broad head was nudging at my entrance. “Let’s see what you can do with that bad boy then.”
He grinned, then propped himself up on his elbows and started feeding his gigantic cock into me.
All my life, I’d bought into the adage that size didn’t matter. It turned out that it was only because I’d never been with anyone who had the kind of size that mattered.
Dane did, and oh My God did it matter.
As promised, he didn’t hurt me. He might’ve ruined me for other men, but it didn’t hurt. It probably would tomorrow, but after he’d sent me flying to the moon three times, I didn’t care about having to endure a little discomfort.
I was so spent when he finally came with a loud roar that I simply hung onto him in the aftermath, too tired to even think about worrying over the consequences of what we’d just done.
Chapter 18
DANE
On our first morning in Paris, I waited for Leah in the lobby. She’d fallen asleep pretty fast after we’d both given in to what we wanted last night. Before I could check in with her, she’d been out cold.
I was pretty sure we were solid, though. We’d spoken about her reservations on the plane, so I figured we were all good, but I’d see for sure once she came down.
After she’d fallen asleep, I’d stayed with her for a few more minutes. Then I’d gone to my room to get unpacked and go to bed. I hadn’t thought I’d be able to sleep much, but it turned out that giving in to temptation and burying myself deep inside Leah had worn me out more than I’d realized.
Being with her had been fucking incredible. My only regret was that I hadn’t gotten to spend all night worshiping her body and learning all the different things that made her tick. As it was though, I’d needed her too much to fuck around before I got inside her.
Next time. And there would be a next time. I hadn’t expected one night with her to be enough, though. It hadn’t come as much of a surprise to find that being with her one time had only fueled my need for her instead of getting her out of my system.
Since we weren’t in Paris on our honeymoon, however, we couldn’t stay in bed all day. We had some work to do before we could get back to that. As much as I’d rather have spent the entire day in either my room or hers, we had a full agenda and we really needed to get going.
As I was about to check my watch, the elevator doors opened and Leah climbed out of the car. She looked good enough to eat in a dusky pink dress with lace detail and simple golden jewelry adorning her neck, ears, and wrists.
Her makeup was light and natural, and she’d pulled the front bits of her hair away from her face but had left the rest of her hair loose. She absolutely looked the part of the wholesome, sweet girl next door, but knowing that who she really was would be our little secret made her extra hot to me.
I couldn’t tear my eyes off her as she approached me, a shy smile on her lips when her gaze met mine.
“Good morning,”