CHAPTER 70: IMAGINE IT’S ME

Hailee’s POV

His eyes darkened.

The moment the clasp came undone, I slid the straps down my arms and let the bra fall into my lap. I wasn’t breathing. I couldn’t breathe.

Dane’s gaze dipped, then flicked back up to my face.

He didn’t speak.

He didn’t have to.

The look in his eyes said it all.

And gods, it made me feel like I was the only girl in the entire damn world.

My chest rose and fell rapidly. Dane didn’t speak. He just stared, like he couldn’t believe what I’d just done but also like he’d known I would.

Then... he moved.

Slowly.

Like a predator crossing the distance between us, he shifted onto his knees and crawled closer, his eyes never leaving mine. His hand reached out, brushing my arm, then sliding over my side. His touch was warm—feverish even—and when his palm finally cupped my breast, I sucked in a sharp breath.

"Dane..." I whispered, not sure if it was a warning or a plea.

His thumb grazed my nipple.

I gasped, my body arching instinctively into his touch. The sensation was sharp and electric, shooting straight through me and settling low in my belly.

"You’re so soft," he murmured, his voice rough and reverent, like I was something sacred. "So perfect."

And then he dipped his head.

His lips brushed over my skin, teasing at first. Just a feather-light kiss at the top of my breast. Then lower. And lower still.

When his mouth finally closed around my nipple, I whimpered.

Heat exploded through me. My fingers tangled in the blanket as his tongue flicked, circled, then sucked gently. My hips twitched, my legs pressing together as my body fought to process the flood of sensations.

His other hand found my waist, holding me while his mouth worshipped me, slow and passionate, like he wanted to memorize every reaction.

"Dane..." I breathed again.

He pulled back just enough to glance up at me, his lips glistening, his eyes full of wicked delight. "Tell me if I need to stop."

I shook my head instantly. "Don’t."

His grin deepened.

And then he leaned in again.

Dane’s lips wrapped around my nipple again, sucking harder this time. My head fell back with a moan as waves of pleasure rolled through me. His tongue circled, teased, then pulled gently, making my body tremble under him.

Then, just as slowly as he had started, he pulled away.

He sat back across from me, breathing a little heavier now. His chest rose and fell, and I noticed he was hard. My eyes widened. I could see the outline clearly... even the veins running along it.

He noticed me looking and gave a small, crooked smile. "I choose dare."

I blinked, my heart pounding. "Okay," I said, voice low and shaky. "I dare you... to make me cum."

Something shifted in his eyes.

The playful spark turned into pure hunger.

He didn’t say a word—just launched forward like a starving man. His hands gripped my hips, dragging me under him. His lips crashed against mine in a deep, messy kiss before he moved lower, tugging at the button of my jeans.

I gasped as he undid them, then yanked them down along with my panties in one quick, desperate motion.

He growled low in his throat, staring between my thighs like he was about to devour me.

"Dane—" I started, breathless.

Dane’s eyes darkened as he settled between my thighs, his breath hot against my skin. My legs trembled, unsure whether to close or open wider, but he gently placed his hands on my knees and pushed them apart.

"Relax," he murmured, kissing the inside of my thigh. "Let me take care of you."

His lips moved slowly, teasing me with kisses and light strokes, building the tension until I was squirming beneath him. My fingers gripped the blanket, and a shaky moan left my lips as he finally pressed a kiss to the place I needed him most.

My hips jerked at the first touch of his tongue.

It was soft. Then slow again. Every movement sent a shock through my body. He explored me with the same intensity he always had in his eyes—like he was learning every part of me, memorizing what made me tremble, what made me whimper, what made me fall apart.

"Dane," I breathed, barely able to say his name.

His hands gripped my thighs tighter as he focused, drawing tight circles, adding just enough pressure to make my whole body tighten. My back arched off the blanket, my eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure built higher and higher.

I was close. Too close.

"Don’t stop," I gasped, my voice breaking.

He didn’t. If anything, he worked harder, faster, with more focus, like he wanted nothing more than to pull every sound out of me.

And then everything snapped.

My body shook as the pleasure hit me, overwhelming and warm, making me cry out his name. He stayed with me through every second of it, slowing only when I finally collapsed back against the blanket, breathing hard, completely undone.

As the last wave of pleasure rolled through me, I looked up and my breath caught. Dane was still kneeling between my thighs, his chest rising and falling, his eyes locked on mine. But it was impossible to miss the way his cock stood.

He was hard. Painfully hard, his arousal was impossible to ignore. Thick, veined... pulsing with every breath he took. A flush crept up my skin as heat pooled low in my belly.

"Dane..." I whispered, licking my lips. "How... how can I help?"

He didn’t smile. Didn’t even blink.

"Touch yourself," he said, voice like gravel soaked in fire. "Let me see you pleasure yourself."

I hesitated for a heartbeat.

Then, slowly, I obeyed.

My fingers slid over the curve of my breast, teasing the sensitive peak of my nipple. A soft gasp escaped me. My eyes locked with his, and his hand moved, stroking himself in time with my touch.

"Spread your legs wider for me, Hailee," he growled, and my legs parted without a second thought.

"Insert a finger in and imagine it’s me," he murmured, his eyes burning with desire. "Imagine me inside you."

I did. I slid one finger inside, slowly, imagining his heat, his size, the stretch. Our eyes remained locked.

Dane growled, stroking himself faster. "Fuck, Hailee," he moaned, his grip tightening, his pace quickening.

We moved together in rhythm.

His breathing grew ragged. Mine turned to moans I couldn’t hold back. And when the wave finally crashed over me, it dragged me under with a force that left me shaking.

He came moments later with a deep, broken sound, his body seizing, his eyes never leaving mine.

Afterward, we collapsed onto the blanket, limbs tangled, skin flushed and damp with heat. He pulled me into his arms, holding me like I was the most sacred thing on earth.

And in the quiet that followed, I stared up at the sky, my heart pounding, my breath slowing, and finally asked myself—

What have I just done?