Chapter Forty-Two. Remi passed the door of Dallas’s room and paused before continuing to her favorite spot in the penthouse

Remi passed the door of Dallas’s room and paused before continuing to her favorite spot in the penthouse. With the lights off inside, the traffic on the river was easy to see, as was the skyline of the downtown area and the aquarium. Here, twenty floors up, she couldn’t hear any noise from the Natchez Steamboat’s organ or from the tourists milling around having a good time. The quiet in the midst of all the commotion let her think.

Since they’d gotten back from Cain and Emma’s, Dallas had said little as she walked around and peered at the view. She seemed tired and withdrawn and hadn’t wanted to talk after the conversation they’d had when they got home, so Remi had walked her to her room and told her good night. The one thing Dallas had accepted before Remi closed the door was a kiss and a long hug.

To get Dallas to trust her, Remi had done something highly unusual for her. She’d given Dallas a clear picture of who she was, and hadn’t hidden behind innuendo or conjecture. If Dallas chose she could use the truth Remi had revealed to seriously damage her, but she couldn’t expect Dallas to open up to her if she wasn’t willing to do the same. She hadn’t expected Dallas to answer her phone and clam up immediately afterward, though. She’d tried asking if she could help, but after their kiss Dallas had simply lowered her head and closed the door.

“Patience,” Remi said softly to her reflection on the glass, “that’s what Emma keeps preaching.” From the pocket of her robe she retrieved her cigar clipper, opened the humidor sitting on the nearby table, and pulled out one of her favorite brands, ritualistically getting it ready to smoke.

For an instant, the darkness was broken by the powerful cigar lighter her father had given her, then blue smoke outlined in moonlight billowed over her head. She watched it rise and thought about Dallas and everything Cain had told her. Could she live with the truth of Dallas’s choices? But who the hell was she to even consider judging her? Remi knew all about making difficult choices for the sake of taking care of her family.

The door of the guest bedroom opened quietly, and Dallas stepped out in bare feet, stopping at the end of the hallway, content to watch Remi smoke. She’d fallen asleep almost instantly when she lay down, wanting to escape the fear that had blossomed after she hung up with Kristen, but when her eyes opened again, something had energized her. The way Remi had so methodically laid out the truth meant they’d crossed some barrier Remi had mentally erected to keep her from getting too close. Dallas could imagine how her silence and sudden withdrawal had affected Remi. Most people interpreted silence as rejection, which was the last thing Dallas wanted.

As the smoke rings drifted slowly toward the ceiling she caught the slightest hint of the cigar, and while she’d never really cared for smoking, the aroma from the brand Remi was partial to wasn’t unpleasant. The humidor’s nearness to Remi told Dallas she sat here and smoked frequently. Taking a deep breath to settle her nerves, she walked until she stood in front of Remi, blocking her view. Remi’s eyes roved slowly up and down, making Dallas feel like she’d been caressed.

That was exactly what Remi wanted to do—touch Dallas until she’d memorized every curve and inch of skin. Instead, she curled the fingers of her free hand until they pressed against her palm.

Dallas stepped closer, making Remi concentrate on the sway of her hips and how mesmerizing the movement was because of the long white silk nightgown.

“I thought I told you my feelings about smoking inside?” Dallas asked, placing her hands on the arms of Remi’s chair. When she leaned forward in challenge, Remi had a delightful view down the low scoop neck.

Smiling up at Dallas she said, “I thought you meant inside your house.”

As Remi began to take another drag, Dallas plucked the cigar from Remi’s fingers and ground it out in the ashtray next to the chair. “Inside means inside anywhere.”

Dallas leaned in the final inches and kissed her until Remi was aware only of Dallas’s lips against hers and her tongue pushing insistently against her own. The kiss ended when Dallas stood, and Remi froze as Dallas lifted the soft silk enough so she could straddle her lap. When she got comfortable Dallas placed her palms under Remi’s soft T-shirt and touched as much skin as she could reach, making Remi surmise she was trying to prove to herself this was real.

“I don’t want you to give up something you love, but I want to take care of you, keep you healthy and happy so you’ll be around for years to come. That’s really important to me,” Dallas said as Remi’s hands slid up and under the pooled gown.

“What else do you want, besides limited smoking?” Remi asked.

“I want you.” Dallas placed her hands on Remi’s shoulders just under the neck of her T-shirt. “I’m sorry about how I handled tonight, but it had nothing to do with what you told me. What you said doesn’t change how much I want to be with you. The truth of who you are is safe with me.”

“I know that,” Remi said, continuing upward under the silk gown, exposing more and more skin. She kept her eyes on Dallas’s face until she raised the sleepwear over her head and dropped it to the floor. When Dallas was naked she gazed at her. She lifted her hand again to touch her, but stopped before she made contact. “You’re so beautiful. Is it okay to touch you?” she asked out of respect for Dallas and their agreement to go slow.

“Please,” Dallas said, and took a short breath when Remi circled her breasts, then drew an invisible line down her middle.

“Let’s go somewhere more comfortable,” Remi said as she helped Dallas to her feet.

Remi bent to get Dallas’s nightgown and threw it over her shoulder. As she straightened, her robe opened further and Dallas tugged it off, dropping it and the nightgown.

“Leave it,” she said.

The command made Remi forget about picking anything up except Dallas. They didn’t exchange a word as she carried Dallas into the master suite and set her gently on her feet. Despite the room’s fabulous view of the river and west bank because of the two walls of glass, Dallas’s eyes never wavered from hers.

When Remi began to take off her T-shirt, she noticed Dallas finally glance around. She considered the room utilitarian, but she’d wanted to keep it simple, thinking the view was enough. When the shirt cleared her head, she saw Dallas looking at one of the two pieces of furniture. The antique four-poster bed faced the windows and was a place she’d never shared with anyone until now.

“This room is a good reflection of you,” Dallas said, and stepped right in front of her. “It’s open,” she whispered and stretched to reach Remi’s neck with her lips while her hands stopped at the elastic of her boxers. With a good tug they fell to her ankles.

“You’re incredible,” Dallas said as she stood and stared.

Remi took advantage of Dallas’s unfocused state to pick her up again and lay her on the bed. She lay next to her and wanted more than anything to touch Dallas but wanted to go slow, not because of their agreement, but because she wanted to savor their first time together.

Like a blind woman learning braille, Remi started at the crown of Dallas’s head and moved her hand across her forehead to her cheek. Dallas closed her eyes when she reached her neck and pulled on the back of Remi’s hair as she circled but didn’t touch her nipples. When she continued southward, Remi flattened her hand on her stomach, inching down her legs until she reached the knee closest to her. That she lifted until Dallas draped her leg over her body, leaving her open to her touch.

She dipped her fingers past the hair that was more red than blond and found the evidence of Dallas’s desire for her. “You are so wet,” she said, making Dallas nod slowly as if she’d lost the ability to speak. “I’m glad we waited, but imagining you like this has made all that time difficult,” Remi said as her middle and index finger caressed from Dallas’s opening to just under her clitoris. There she opened them so they rested at the sides of the hard point and squeezed. Dallas lifted her hips and gasped in obvious pleasure.

Before Dallas could rock her hips, Remi again returned to her opening, wanting to keep her fingers wet. The more she touched Dallas, the more she chased Remi’s fingers in whatever direction they headed, but then Remi stopped and coaxed Dallas on top of her and into a sitting position.

“You’re stopping now?” Dallas asked, sounding breathless.

“I wouldn’t define it as stopping,” Remi said, falling back into the thick pillows to admire Dallas’s flushed body. She ran her hands up the bare legs and reached Dallas’s hips, then pulled her closer, encouraging Dallas to press her center to her middle. When she did, Remi pinched her nipples until Dallas moaned and pressed harder into her.

“If you want me, I’m yours,” Dallas said as she leaned in and pressed their bodies together.

“You’re mine now, and no one else will ever touch you like this, if I can help it.”

The declaration seemed to double Dallas’s wetness, and Remi gently rolled her to her back so she could cover as much of her as possible. She urged Dallas to spread her legs so she could fit her hand between them, but it wasn’t enough.

Remi moved until her legs were hanging off the end of the bed, then ducked her head and ran her tongue from the wet opening to Dallas’s clitoris. She smiled as Dallas’s hips shot off the bed.

“Don’t stop…don’t stop,” Dallas said as she ground herself into Remi’s face. Then Remi inserted her fingers and curled them upward until she felt Dallas wrap intimately around them, almost willing Remi to be still for a moment as she reached the peak of her orgasm. Screaming Remi’s name, Dallas fell back to the bed and tears rolled down her face, quickly turning into choking sobs.

Remi whipped her head up in confusion at the conclusion of what she thought Dallas wanted. She gently gathered Dallas into her arms. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Remi kissed the top of her head and continued to whisper her apologies until finally Dallas’s crying slowed a little.

With a rough voice, Dallas spoke but never lifted her head from Remi’s chest. “You didn’t hurt me, and I’m not sure you’ll understand this, but this is the first time I’ve ever wanted someone to touch me.”

Remi thought she was going to say more but Dallas stayed quiet. “Thank you for gifting me with that, and I’ll do my best to deserve it.”

“You probably deserve better, but thank you for not thinking I’m completely insane.” Dallas wiped her face with the corner of the sheet Remi was offering her and laughed. “Not exactly living up to my image as someone who wants to do another action picture, am I? Becoming hysterical after something so wonderful isn’t exactly sexy.”

“You don’t hear me complaining, do you?” Remi asked, as she playfully squeezed one side of her butt.

Dallas brought her hand between Remi’s legs and smiled. “I don’t see why you’re not. You have every right to, judging from this.”

“That you thought it was wonderful was all I need to know.” Remi wiped away the last of her tears and kissed her. When Dallas pushed her into the pillows to return the affection, her knee pressed against Remi hard enough to make her moan.

“Something I can do for you?” Dallas asked, pressing into her again.

“If you want we can—” Remi couldn’t finish when Dallas covered her mouth with her free hand.

“Let me show you how much I want to touch you in return,” she told Remi before she kissed her one last time before heading to where Remi most needed her.

Remi instinctively grabbed a fist full of hair to keep Dallas from moving away when she put her mouth on her. “Right there, that feels so good,” Remi said softly as Dallas quickened her pace, bringing Remi’s orgasm on so fast she almost cried out in frustration as well as pleasure. Giving Dallas the same pleasure had left her more than primed.

When Remi was done, Dallas lifted her head and inched up until she had pressed her sex to Remi’s hip.

“You feel okay?” Remi asked. She rolled Dallas onto her back again.

“I will if I get more of you.”

Remi positioned herself so they were mound to mound and started to pump her hips into Dallas. “Do you want me to stop?” She held herself still until she saw Dallas shake her head. If that wasn’t enough, Dallas spread her legs open as far as she could and pressed her heels into the small of her back.

The harder she pumped, the harder Dallas dug her nails into her back, until Remi felt the pressure building, begging for release.

“Yes, like that,” Dallas said, her voice wavering because of the motion. As Remi sped her hips she felt Dallas press her heels down harder. “Oh God…I’m coming…coming again.” Remi hung on until she felt Dallas tense and moan, her actions matching her words. Another climax so close to the first one left Remi drained, but she stayed put until Dallas opened her eyes and dropped her feet to the mattress.

When she did, Dallas’s eyes and her hand rested at the top of Remi’s right arm where it started to curve into her shoulder. Remi lay next to her as Dallas traced the outline of the tattoo she’d found.

“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” Dallas asked as her finger continued to roam over the area. “What is it?”

“It’s half of a snake head.”

“Why just half?”

“Mano has the other half. Our nickname on the street is Snake Eyes, so we got inked as a joke, which my mother didn’t exactly find amusing. When we’re out doing a little gentle persuasion we wear sleeveless shirts to show our tattoos off. We try to stand shoulder to shoulder so the image that’s our company logo is easier to see. Only on these, the pupils are dice in the one position as our tribute to our father’s favorite game.”

Remi kissed the tip of the finger Dallas had used before rolling off the bed to retrieve the blankets they had knocked to the floor.

“Would you be more comfortable if I went back to the guestroom?” Dallas asked.

“That isn’t a serious question, is it?” Remi smoothed the covers over Dallas before taking her in her arms again. “I want you here. I want you to get a good night’s sleep, and then I want to talk to you about where we go from here.”

Dallas snuggled closer. “I feel almost selfish being this happy, because I realize I’m only going to complicate your life with all the crap I have in mine.”

“We’re going to work together to make your life as simple as possible, and we’ll start in the morning. But you have to let me in and trust me. I’ll wait until you’re ready, if it’s tomorrow or a year from now. Just promise me you won’t disappear because you think you’re doing me a favor.”

“I’ll be here until you tell me to go.”

Remi tried to make her kiss show Dallas how much she cared. “Then it’ll be forever before you go anywhere without me.”

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