“Show me.” She nips my lower lip and kisses me harder.
Hell yes. My hands slide down the back of her thighs. I lift her effortlessly, and she wraps her legs around my hips, putting her hot core exactly where I want it.
Mine.
Now.
Always.
I carry her to the bed and lay her down gently—like something sacred—even though every nerve in my body is on fire.
“Be sure,” I growl. It’ll be damned hard, but if she wants me to pull back, I will.
She reaches for me.
“I want you, Dallas.”
The little restraint I had snaps.I rip my jacket off, then my shirt. Her gaze tracks every movement like she’s memorizing me.
She reaches for my arms, tracing the ink up my biceps and over my chest. Tats from my time in the military.
When I slide my hands up her thighs, she gasps and arches into my touch.
I take my time. I kiss her like I’m learning the shape of her mouth for survival. Maybe I am. Because she's giving me reason to stay.
Her fingers drag down my back, and her hips lift toward mine.Impatient.
I smile against her lips. “You’re dangerous, honey.”
“Good,” she breathes.
I strip her shirt off, kissing each inch of skin revealed. A lacy pink bra cups her breasts. I tug down one strap, then the other, then open the clasp and tug it free. Her pretty tits spill into my hands, and I kiss each one.
Gemma unbuttons her jeans and shimmies them down her hips, kicking off her shoes in the process.
A rusty chuckle escapes me. "In a hurry?"
"Yes." She pushes at my shoulders, rolling me onto my back and swings a leg over my hips, then tugs at my belt buckle.
I like this view just as much. I cup her breasts and tease her nipples, bringing them to hard points.
Gemma’s hips swivel over mine, rocking against my dick.
I lean up and suck one of her nipples into my mouth, moaning with desire.
"You're distracting," She tugs my pants open and slides her hand inside, wrapping around my cock.
Jesus. I pop off her tit and press my forehead to her shoulder, barely keeping my composure. The feel of her hand on me is driving me wild.
"Like that?" Gemma asks, squeezing gently.
"Distracting," I growl.
She grins.
"Need to taste you again." I flip her onto her back and strip off the last of her clothes. Mine follow in a pile on the floor.
Pressing her thighs wide, I lower my head and eat her sweet pussy. She tastes as good as the first time. I lap at her, sucking her folds, pushing her higher until she’s practically riding my beard. Her body trembles with need.
