He steps back into the room, this time shutting the door behind him.
“I don’t need this.” He takes the glass from me and sets it aside. His hands return to me instantly, framing my face, running his thumb back and forth along my frown. “What is it, baby? What’s wrong?”
I meet his eyes. “I want to unpause.”
His grin is slow. “And you thought I needed liquid courage?”
I shrug innocently. “It would only be fair.”
He sighs heavily, drawing back like he’s obligated by some rule to turn me down.
“Dallas.”
“Willow,” he rasps, a strain in his voice.
“If I stand on one foot and press a finger to my nose for one whole minute, will you let me stay?” I smile coyly.
He huffs a laugh, taking my hands and pulling me toward the bed. He sits and holds my waist as I step between his legs. “How was your night?”
My lip quirks. “The girls had fun.”
“And you?” He starts to tug teasingly on the hem of my dress.
I stroke his beard lightly with my fingers. “What do you think?”
He pushes to his feet with a low growl, covering my mouth in a hungry kiss, devouring me with his tongue. Breaking for a breath only to pull the dress over my head.
He cups my breast over the thin fabric of my bra, squeezing hard, dipping his fingers inside then yanking one cup down.
My head falls back in an invitation he reads like a book.
He sucks a nipple into his mouth, making me cry out. “You love my mouth on you, don’t you, Sunset?”
“Hmm, yes,” I gasp.
“Been thinking about it sliding into you all night, haven’t you?” he murmurs against my lips.
I only whimper in response and he slaps one ass cheek, making me cry out. “Yes.”
“Good.” He runs his hands down my sides, hovering over my panties.
“Let me guess,” I pant. “Last chance to change my mind?”
His fingers stroke back up my arms and he kisses my lips softly. “Never. You control that pause button.”
I cup his jaw. “Strip me,” I whisper harshly.
Another low curse before he all but destroys the last bits of fabric left on my skin.
“Look at you. You’re so damn beautiful.” His fingers dip between my legs and I shudder. “Soaked too.”
He presses a sweet kiss to me again and I close my eyes. Half worshiping his tenderness. Half wishing he wasn’t following all the love-making steps.
“Willow, turn around,” he growls low.
I open my eyes, a glimmer in them as I meet his, now dark and lust-filled.
“Crawl on my bed and stay on all fours for me.”
