When I close the space to stand over him, I let my eyes trace the strong line of his stubbled jaw and the hollows under his cheekbones until I reach the lines radiating from his eyes. Laugh lines look damn good on the man. Even the stray strands ofsilver that have started to color his golden-tipped locks look sexy as hell on him.
I can’t help the sigh that escapes my lungs.
Unfortunately, it’s loud enough to cause Dallas’s golden eyes to blink open—right before he rockets up to a seated position, hands fisting the sheets in a death grip.
“What are you doing?!” he practically screeches. Nelly huffs from his bed on the floor.
My eyes have flown wide. “Nothing!”
“Are you…” His mouth closes and then opens again as his chest heaves. “Watching me sleep?”
“No! I just got home!”
His hair is a ruffled mess, and it’s sexy as sin. “So, you’re…checking to make sure I’m alive?”
“No!” I insist again.
“Then what are you doing?”
Well, since he asked, I suppose I should just lay it on him. “Getting ready to jump you.”
He sputters and coughs, so I do the only thing I can and awkwardly pat him on the back until it stops.
“Am I still asleep?” he inexplicably asks once he’s recovered his voice.
“I don’t think so.” I did have a few beers, but I’m pretty confident in my answer. “Do you…not want me to?” I haven’t really thought far enough ahead to plan what I’ll do if he’s not up for it. Haha.Up for it. Maybe Archie is right, and I am a ten-year-old.
Dallas watches me for a few beats before asking, “How many beers did you have?”
“How many beers didyouhave?” I can go tit for tat. Haha.Tit. Speaking of tits, I’m wearing too many clothes, so I reach for my hem and whip my shirt over my head.
“Shelby.” His voice has a growl to it that makes my lower belly quiver.
“Dallas,” I imitate his growl and thrust my chest out. “Yes or no? It’s a simple question.”
His eyes drop to my boobs straining against my black bra. “Shelby,” he repeats, this time sounding almost pleading.
“You didn’t answer the question.” I lean over, knowing exactly what it does to my boobs. “Yes. Or. No?”
He lets out a strangled, “Yes,” and before he can say anything else, I pounce on him. He catches me with anoofand continues with, “but…”
I cut him off and straddle his lap. “No buts. Just sex. That’s all it is.” I amend my statement, “And no butt sex.”
“Shelby.” Again, it’s like a plea.
I grind down on him, his erection rubbing against my clit through my jeans. It feels glorious. “Do you want me to stop?”
I swear his eyes roll back in his head as he tilts his face up to me. “Fuck no.”
Then he proceeds to grab my ass with one hand and pull me down for a drugging kiss with the other. The kiss is wild, wet, and frantic. I spear my tongue past his lips and teeth, needing to taste every bit of him, to consume him. But he pushes back with his own until he’s taken control, and I let him. I revel in it. In him.
He flexes his hips up, making me moan into his mouth as a tightness overwhelms my core. “Little Shelby needs this so badly, you have no idea.”
His mouth drops to lay wet, open kisses along my neck. “Are you talking in the third person?” he asks against my skin before nipping at it.
My head falls back, and I grind into his cock again. “No. You know how it irritates me when people do that,” I groan. “Josie Mae named my vagina.”
He pauses, causing me to shove his upper body down to the bed again and give him the stink eye. He laughs and reaches for the front clasp of my bra. “We can talk about it later.” When my breasts fall free of the garment, he uses his ridiculous abs to lunge forward again and bury his face between them. “Much later,” comes his muffled voice.
