“I’m not a beast. Delayed gratification won’t kill me. Once we’re inside and warm again, we’ll play some more.” His gaze bored into her, a smile playing around those sexy lips of his. “Don’t worry about me, but do wonder about the type of punishment you have in store for placing wet, muddy hands on me.”
“I’m all a shiver.”
Dallas shook his head, seemingly amused by her irreverence. “I’d say they’ll try to get the pass open tomorrow, if they can. I’ll need to get back to Napier anyway.”
“I’ll have to ring the garage about my car. You’ll give me a ride back to Napier? I told Mother I’d drive to Clare, but there’s no point for just a few hours.”
“Of course. This last load of wood should do us and give me plenty for the next time I visit the cabin.”
Inside again, Laura headed to the shower while Dallas sorted out the fire. She dressed in a thick robe and socks, winding a towel around her damp hair. While Dallas took a shower, she made them hot chocolate and sat in front of the fire, drying her hair.
Dallas strode into the open plan area, his presence filling the room. Her breath caught when she met his gaze. Lord, what had this man done to her? Put something in her food? She wanted him so much. He came to a halt in front of her, his eyes blazing with need. Sure hands unfastened the belt of the robe he wore.
“I want you to go down on your knees and suck me off.”
“Now?”
He gave a curt nod. “Place a cushion under your knees.”
The stern, confident note in his voice got to her, pushed her to a different place. He’d used the same tone last night. It made her want to jump to attention, made her want to please him, made her think about keeping him in her life.
Slowly, she rose from the couch and picked up a mint green cushion. The decorative embroidery was scratchy in her hands, the other side a silky contrast when she placed it on the ground and sank to her knees.
The scent of hot chocolate and wood smoke teased at her, and when she glanced up at Dallas, the fresh citrus note of his shower gel filled her nostrils. She drew a sharp breath and focused on his cock. It was long and hard, the head ruddy with arousal.
Her hand trembled when she reached for his shaft. The skin was smooth beneath her fingertips. She glanced up, the intensity in him transmitting hot messages of lust through her body. Her nipples prickled insistently against the nubby fabric of her robe. Heat bloomed between her thighs.
She swallowed. “I haven’t done this much.”
“Would you like me to give you instructions?”
Relief blasted away the creeping anxiety. She wanted to learn and most of all, she wanted to please him. “Yes, please.”
“Take me more firmly in your hands. I won’t break.”
She nodded, fascinated by his body. She’d never been so up close and personal with a penis before, her previous experiences having taken place in dark bedrooms. “You can’t call a penis pretty.”
He let out a snort, her quick glance telling her she’d surprised the sound from him.
“Shush,” he said. “No talking unless I ask you a direct question. Run your hands up and down my shaft. Explore it with your hands. Touch my balls and fondle them. Don’t squeeze my balls too hard unless I tell you.”
Laura followed his instructions, noted the moves that made him shiver, the ones that pulled forth a hiss of pleasure. His musky scent combined with the citrus of the shower gel, and under her ministrations, his cock grew larger, harder.
“Now use your mouth on me. Explore with your tongue.”
Laura followed the instructions, grateful for his direction. No snapping or impatience, and the orders didn’t feel like commands. He tasted musky, slightly salty. Every time her tongue hit the underside of his cock, his breath caught. Pre-come seeped from his slit, and she licked it away. She tested his balls with her tongue and manipulated them with her hands before returning to his shaft.
“Good. That’s good,” he said. “Now I want you to take my dick into your mouth. Lick it. Suck it. Once you’ve played more, I’ll do some shallow thrusts. If it’s too much for you, wrap your hands around the base and control how much I can push inside your mouth. Questions?”
“No.” She got busy and felt his desire ratchet upward and the increase of fluid leaking from his tip.
His hands came down to wrap in her damp hair. He tugged to the knife-edge of pain, but the sensual ache helped ground her, made the experience more real. She’d always thought of this as an act to make a man happy, but she was enjoying sucking off Dallas. She wanted to please him and followed each pithy order until he gave a soft curse.
She froze.
“Keep going, sweetheart. You’re doing a good job.”
She licked harder, faster, took more of him into her mouth, getting a rhythm going. He swore softly, but she continued without pausing and then he was coming, his hard thighs trembling, his hands still holding her head. At first she froze, then she swallowed automatically.
Dallas relaxed his grip on her hair. His cock dwindled in size, and she licked him clean before backing away.
“Great job,” he whispered, helping her to her feet.
“Your hot chocolate will be cold.”
“It doesn’t matter.” He guided her over to the couch and tugged her down on his knee, his arms wrapping around her as he cuddled. Laura leaned against the hard wall of his chest, both proud and satisfied. He’d told her she’d done well. It made her realize how few compliments she received from her family. And no one ever cuddled her. The security she experienced with him made her subterfuge worthwhile.
Dallas might expect her to walk away after they returned to Napier, and that was what she’d originally intended. But this closeness she felt, the edge of tenderness in his actions made her yearn for more. A future.
Sighing inwardly, she wished things were different. Having a relationship with the enemy would come at a cost—the price possibly too steep for either of them to pay.
