Chapter 17 - Dash Bolton

Dash POV

Having Grace in my arms feels right, the way her body molds to mine, and how her hands grip me tightly, pulling me to her. I feel her need. She needs me as much as I need her. I want her and I am going to have her. “Let’s go,” I whisper against her lips as the rain kisses our skin. The water falling between us making her look even sexier than before. I never thought that would be possible. Her pink lips parted as she breathes and her red hair clinging to her skin. Fuck. I pull her hair behind her back and she moans as I attack her neck while she rubs herself against me.

Pulling away from her is the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. Not kissing her is more difficult than I ever thought. It’s like she is a drug and I am addicted to the way she makes me feel. What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I allowing myself to feel like this?

Guiding Grace to the limo waiting for me makes my cock twitch. I don’t think I will be able to wait any longer. Once inside, I pull her t