Page 98 of Somewhere You Belong

Part of me already knows the answer to that too.

Astrid leaves me to tend to her customers. I keep my seat at the bar, finishing my meal and drink as the night winds down. Sunday nights aren’t as busy as a Friday or Saturday, which is why Dallas closes the restaurant at nine.

When the last customer leaves, he locks the door and stands there for a minute with his back to me. He hasn’t said a word to me since I told him my plans, and I’m dying to know where his head is at.

Timidly, I ask him, “Everything okay?”

He turns to face me, and there’s a determination in his eyes. “Yes and no.”

“Care to elaborate?”

His legs carry him over to me, his strides purposeful and deliberate. His shoulders are pressed back, his dark eyes locked on mine, and when he finally stands before me, he frames my face in his hands and crushes his lips to mine.

The kiss takes me by surprise, but it only takes me a second to fall right into step with him, sliding my tongue against his, pressing my breasts to his chest, trying to get as close to him as possible.

I never want to get this close to anyone.

“Fuck, I missed this mouth,” Dallas mumbles against my lips, dragging my bottom lip between his teeth before licking the sting away and pulling me closer to him again.

“I’m right here.”

“Yes, you are. For tonight, you’re still here and my goal is to remind you of what will be waiting for you when you return.”

Goosebumps scatter all over my skin. “That sounds promising.”

“Oh, I always keep my promises, Willow.” The gravel of his voice makes heat pool between my legs. “Now strip.”

“What?”

“You heard me, Goose. Get naked so I can play.” He smacks my ass and walks away from me, going behind the bar as I stand there bewildered. When he casts a glance at me over his shoulder, he says, “I mean it, Willow. We’re running out of time.”

Yes, we are.

My hesitation only lasts for one more second before I begin to unbutton my blouse and drape it across the back of the barstool. I pop the button on my shorts, and then shimmy those down my legs as well.

Dallas wipes the bar clean in front of me as he watches me lose my clothes. “Everything, Willow. I want you naked.”

Drawing in a long breath because I feel like I’m forgetting how to breathe in this moment, I reach behind me and pop the clasp on my bra, pulling it down my arms and adding it to the pile of my clothes as my nipples pebble when the cool air in the room hits my skin. And then I slide my thong down my legs and kick my shoes off, waiting for his next instruction.

Dallas’s jaw clenches as he taps the bar with his fingers. “Hop on.”

“You want me to get up there?”

“Now, Willow.”

Normally, I’d fight back, but the power behind his voice has my vagina driving instead of my brain, and I attempt to gracefully use one of the stools to climb on top of the bar where I just ate my dinner, along with numerous other people. Then, I slowly lie back, attempting to make myself look as sexy as possible because I have a feeling the sight of me climbing up here was not in the least.

“Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to get through work tonight, knowing that you’re leaving?” His words are harsh and laced with hurt.

Shaking, I try not to tremble too hard. “I wouldn’t know, seeing as you ignored me all night.”

He pinches my nipple, making me squirm. “Don’t sass me right now.”

“But that’s what we do,” I counter as Dallas trails his fingers up the inside of my thigh, stopping before he reaches where I ache for him.

“Not right now. Tonight, I’m going to make sure you feel me between your legs for days. I want you thinking of me and my cock, of what my hands feel like on your skin.” He swipes a finger through my slit. “What my fingers and tongue feel like on your pussy, and how my fingerprints mark you.” He pushes my legs open, bending my knees, and then drags his tongue through my slit, making my back arch off the bar. “And then I want you to promise me that I get to do this to you again when you return.”

“Dallas…”

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