He lowers me flat on my back, my hair spread around me, and bends my knees. His hands stroke the side of my thighs, rough and sure. He taps my hips gently when he reaches the lace fabric. “Lift. I need to see how wet you are for me.”
My stomach squeezes and I do as he asks, my panties peeled off me in seconds. I can’t see where they go, all I hear is another husky command. “Wider.”
Lip pulled between my teeth, my knees can barely fall further apart. I want him. I want this so badly, but what if he has another moment of doubt? What if I’m not thegood differenthe felt from our kiss?
What if I fall in love with this feeling? With his mouth.
Or worse.
His finger strokes me gently, slowly. And suddenly his face is in front of mine, our eyes locked. “Willow,” he starts in a husky whisper. “Stay with me,” he tells me for the second time today, voice low and rough against my skin. “Because I promise there’s no one else here.”
I lift my fingers to cup his jaw. “There isn’t?”
“Hasn’t been since the night I found you in my bedroom.”
My heart swells. My center throbs and I whimper, letting my knees fall.
His eyes stay locked with mine for a beat and he grins with unspoken praise. His arms flex as he wraps them around my legs.
My head falls back and I stifle a moan as his beard brushes my inner thigh. I suck in a breath when he does the same to the other side, closer to my pussy this time, rubbing that stubble along my skin.
I writhe with need for more, but enjoying every second of this foreplay, this torment.
“Need to taste you,” he growls, then presses his lips to my pussy in a feverish French kiss.
My mouth falls open in a silent cry, hand seeking out his shirt to muffle the sounds I know I won’t be able to control for much longer.
I’m breathing hard, writhing as pleasure builds and builds, intensifying by the second.
“You taste like heaven,” he says, his praise vibrating in just the right spot. He licks and sucks tirelessly. Impressing the shit out of me with not only his talented tongue but the tenderness of his hands that explore everything within reach.
I moan, rock, beg with my hips, catching my voice every time it slips. I nearly laugh when the shirt lands on my chest.
I inhale his scent, my head falling back like it’s the drug I’ve been waiting for.
He chuckles against my wetness in a brief pause before his mouth takes hold of me again. Hard. Fast. Like he’s been holding out this whole time—catching my clit between his lips, flicking and sucking. My legs shake as an orgasm slams into me, shattering me into pieces. I cover my face with his shirt and muffle my scream.
Dallas kisses below my belly button softly as I come down. “You’re out of this world.” He brings my knees down and helps me up.
I release a breath. “Sure feels like it.”
He lifts me off the counter and brings me to my feet, the skirt of my dress falling back to my knees. His hands stay wrapped around me protectively—or reassuringly.
I smile up at him. “What now?” It’s barely a whisper.
“I think we move this to my bedroom,” he says, voice low, eyes steady.
“God, I want to,” I breathe. “But—”
“But you weren’t talking about tonight, specifically.”
Way to read me. “No, I guess I wasn’t.”
He nods once, giving me space, his hand dipping into his pockets. “Now we .?.?. plan a wedding.”
I nod firmly in agreement. “And focus on getting you Ellie.”
Dallas cocks his head with a wary glare. “Sunset, we can focus on more than just my daughter.”
