Page 72 of Somewhere You Belong

“We wait out the storm. Finish our dinner. Kiss some more.” He reaches up and toys with my bottom lip again with his thumb. “Definitely more kissing.”

I can’t help it—I giggle at his words, burying my face in his neck.

“Don’t get shy on me now, Willow. I’m pretty sure you’re the one that kissed me first.”

“I did not,” I say, popping my head back up.

“Oh, yes you did, Goose.” I glare at him as he tucks my hair behind my ear. “But that’s okay. If you hadn’t made the first move, I would have.”

Locking my eyes on his, I say with trepidation, “This changes everything, Dallas.”

“Youchanged everything the night you walked into my bar, Willow. I was just too stupid to admit it.”

Thunder booms above us, rattling the windows and making me flinch, even though I’m still in his arms.

His hand draws smooth circles on my back. “Relax, Goose.”

Please don’t let me go.

“The worst of the storm is hitting now, according to the weather report. It should calm down around three in the morning.”

Feeling my pulse in my ears, I say, “Then I need you to distract me.”

He lifts my chin so our eyes connect. “Distract you?”

“I’m sure you can think of something,” I say suggestively as tension builds between us again, that sweet sexual tension that has been there since the night we met.

The corner of his mouth lifts. “Yeah, I think I have something in mind.” Before I can say a word, he continues, “Lie back.” Keepingmy eyes on his, I follow his command, climbing out of his lap and crawling backward until I feel the wall behind me. Dallas situates a pillow behind my head and grabs both of my legs, yanking me down so my back is flat.

“Jesus!”

“Don’t worry. You’ll be talking to God soon, but I need you to remember that I’m the one who’s about to make you scream.” I roll my eyes but don’t have much time to think when Dallas starts peeling my leggings down. “Now’s the time to back out if you don’t want this, Willow.”

I swallow down the lump in my throat and nod. “I want this.”

God, do I want this.

Ever since I laid eyes on this man, I’ve been fantasizing about what his mouth would feel like on me, how his touch would ignite my body.

That was before you found out who his dad was, though.

I shove my subconscious out of the way and decide to deal with that another time. I’m pretty sure that fallout is inevitable, so why not enjoy the ride on the way down, right?

“Thank fuck.” He tosses my leggings to the side and then drops his head to my pussy, situating himself between my legs while inhaling my scent. “When’s the last time you’ve been truly worshipped, Willow?” he mumbles against my inner thigh.

I swallow hard as my pulse races. “Never,” I admit embarrassingly.

“Well then, I have one hell of an impression to make on you so no other man gets the opportunity.”

Holy shit.

Smirking up at me, he drags his finger through my slit over the silk of my thong, the silk that is soaked with my arousal from just being near this man for the past half hour.

And then he peels the fabric to the side, baring me to him. Licking his lips, he kisses the inside of my right thigh, then the left, getting closer and closer to where I’m exposed but not touching the part of me where I need him.

“Dallas,” I groan as he chuckles darkly between my thighs.

“Patience, Willow.”

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