A wicked grin crosses his face as he leans his body closer to my lips and takes his strong forearm, brushing both of our plates away from the table until there’s nothing in front of us.
“I'm a thirty-year-old man who hasn't had sex in over a year finally meeting his long-lost pen pal and realizing she's not only just as cool as shit as she was when we were younger, but the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I don't want to bejustyour friend, Dove.”
My cheeks flush again as he pushes back his chair loudly, drawing a few curious gazes from the crowd and extends his hand to me.
"What are we waiting for? Let's get the hell out of here."
Chapter 23 – Paloma
Twenty minutes later, Dallas and I are pulling into the driveway of his little farmhouse at Golden Farm.
He yanks open the passenger side car door and hauls me into his arms, pressed against his chest before carrying me up the rocky front pathway.
"I can't risk you tripping and falling on this walkway. It’s needed to be replaced ever since I moved in but I haven’t had the time."
I smile against his neck, not minding the free lift and the opportunity to be closer to his hard body again. My legs wrap around his waist in the same way as when we’d been trapped in the elevator together except this time, he’s holding me back, and I know it’s him.
“I think I used to party at this house in high school,” I murmur as I hold on tighter. "The family's son was in my class."
Dallas makes a low, possessive growling noise in his throat but doesn’t respond as he moves us inside faster, kicking the door shut behind him.
“I’ll give you the grand tour down memory lane after I’m donefucking you,” he states so simply as he stalks up the steps to the second floor with me still clinging to him like a baby koala.
We turn left, then right until he opens the door at the end of the hallway where a massive master bedroom ushers us as he gently sits me down in front of the king-sized bed.
“Oh, wow. I’ve never been in this room before.”
I walk over to one of the large windows that overlooks the gardens at the back of the property below and take in the stunning view. Even in twilight, the beauty of the property and the vegetables that Dallas has recently planted are evident. He approaches from behind, wrapping his arms gently around my waist and holding me close.
"If you don't want to do this, just tell me,” he murmurs softly. His hardened cock presses into my back firmly as if it’s asking for permission.
I take a deep breath, close my eyes, and try to savor the moment. Only a few short months ago I was in another country, sleeping with a random stranger and pretending it was Dallas. And now here I am tonight, with a man who I’d considered one of my closest friends growing up and the guy I’d been dreaming of for years. There was no chance in hell I was stopping this now.
I turn to face him, my eyes locking on his brown orbs filled with concern for me and my wishes. I reach my hand up, brushing it over the stubble of his shaved head, enjoying how soft it feels this short.
“I can't imagine spending tonight with anyone but you.”
He smiles as he pulls me closer to his chest where I nuzzle in, breathing in his intoxicating aroma. That same hay smell enveloping me in comfort reminding me of my days spent in our family’s barn, tending to the horses.
“It’s kind of bizarre, isn’t it?”
I don’t have to finish the sentence because he reads my mindinstantly. “Feels like I’ve known you my whole life.”
I inhale a deep breath as he releases me and steps back, admiring my form even in my simple outfit. His gaze is filled with appreciation and adoration, almost reverence. Dallas assesses me with the precision of a sniper surveying his target, examining every angle, noting any possible vulnerabilities, and evaluating the best vantage point to approach. I wonder if he’ll be that type of lover. One who’s attentive, seeking feedback, notices the weak spots before he dives in. I know he’d never hurt me, but damn if I don’t want him to a little tonight.
"Think I'll undress you first." His rough hands from working in his garden trail underneath the hem of my shirt, lifting it up and over my arms before tossing it to the floor. Then they move down to my jeans. He unbuttons the clasp, drags down the zipper then kneels in front of me, pulling the heavy material with him.
"Then, I'll put my mouth on this pussy." He takes one of my legs and drapes it over his shoulder so that I can step out of the denim before trailing his fingers up from my ankle to my thigh, across my hips, then brushing over the thin placket of remaining fabric that’s covering my soaked opening.
I shiver as I stand there, melting into his touch. It’s featherlight, but seeing him, kneeling in front of me, such a strong, big man taking his time to properly turn me on, it’s enough to have wetness pooling between my legs.
He places that leg on the floor and then does the same thing with the opposite, fingers soft and gentle until they meet at the apex of my pelvis where his face pauses in front of me, my clit aching to be touched by his mouth.
I shudder as he rests there for a moment. His eyes take in my panties before slowing trailing upwards to the matching bra that I’d put on this morning when I’d told myself, ’Don’t be silly, nothing will happen with your teenage, pen pal crush.’
I'd ended up decidingjust in casesomething does happen, I’d wear my favorite all black lacy bra and thong that I’d packed from LA. Now I was glad that I had.
His fingers dance up my thighs to the space where they meet before pulling aside the lacy fabric so that I’m exposed to the air. He gently strokes across my wet folds before sliding a single digit inside my slit.
