Hollywood Flirt - Alexa Aston Page 0,29

He placed the condom on and turned back, giving her a slow, heady kiss. Sydney gave in to the kiss, pushing aside any doubts.

Then he was in her, filling her, moving slowly. She arched against him and clasped her arms around him. Their dance began gradually and built. Her hips rose and fell as his hands glided through her hair. His mouth never left hers as the pace increased. Then she was flying, out of control, like riding a merry-go-round in fast-forward. Higher, longer, deeper, rising.

She heard a muffled scream of pleasure and it hit her—it came from her. Never had she felt so wild and free. Dash came as she did. Sydney clung to him, her nails digging into his back. Then he collapsed on her, spent. He quickly rolled to his side, carrying her with him.

She faced him as he panted, mirroring her own ragged breathing. He laid a palm against her face.

“You are amazing,” he said softly and kissed her gently. His forehead came to rest against hers. His arm went around her and drew her to him.

No one had ever told her that. Then again, no one had ever made her feel what she’d just felt. Craig’s lovemaking had been solid and perfunctory. Wake’s was brief foreplay where she stimulated him, followed by what she’d come to term the two-minute drill. It was over before it got started and Wake never wanted to cuddle after.

Yet right now, in the arms of a man she barely knew, Sydney felt cherished.

Everything about what Dash did tonight had been different. He’d cared for her pleasure before his. He made her an equal partner. And he held her now as if she were a priceless treasure.

A tear escaped. This stranger had done more for her than either of her two husbands.

“What’s wrong?” Dash asked. His thumb stroked her cheek, wiping the tear away.

“Nothing,” she said, meaning it. “You were perfect.”

“No, you were perfect. Seriously.” He moved closer to her and brought his other arm around her. Her cheek rested against his chest.

Sydney knew total contentment. She closed her eyes.

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Dash opened his eyes. He must have dozed off. He glanced at the clock. It was just after one in the morning. He looked down at the warm, sleeping woman in his arms. Her auburn hair spilled across his arm and chest. He lifted a silky lock and rubbed it between his fingers.

He’d felt a rollercoaster of emotions as he’d made love to Sydney. Physically, it had been phenomenal but he’d also felt emotionally tied to her. Drawn to her. Connected in a way he couldn’t explain. Sex had always been sex to him. He’d had great partners. Skilled partners. He walked away satisfied more often than not.

Yet tonight, with Sydney, had been so much more than anything that had come before it. It was as if he were a jigsaw puzzle—and Sydney had been the final, missing piece. The essential piece that completed him.

That scared the shit out of Dash.

He wasn’t looking for permanent. He was only twenty-nine. Talented. Famous. He could have any woman he wanted with a crook of his finger.

Looking at Sydney, he didn’t want any woman. He only desired one woman, the one slumbering in his arms.

He wouldn’t think about the L-word. No way. He pushed it into a far recess in his mind. Dash knew he needed to spend more time with Sydney. See where this might take them.

His car. He’d left it at Rhett’s.

He unwrapped his arms from Sydney and eased away from her. She stirred. He reached over and clicked off the light which was shining on her face, hoping she wouldn’t awaken.

She rubbed her eyes sleepily and then looked at him.

“Are you leaving?” Her tone sounded resigned, as if she were disappointed to catch him sneaking off.

“No. Well, for a few minutes. I left my car at Rhett’s. I thought I’d move it here.”

“Why?” She pushed herself up on one elbow.

“I don’t want Rhett and Cassie waking up in the morning and finding my car in their driveway. I don’t want them to know I spent the night here.”

“Oh.” Dash heard the hurt in her voice. He needed to correct that immediately.

He brushed her hair back from her face and kissed her. “I know this sounds crazy but I feel protective of you.”

She smiled lazily. “So you don’t want the Corrigans to think I’m easy? That Mr. One-Night Stand Dash DeLauria had his way with me?”

“Yes. No. I mean . . . I