Page 128 of If You Need Me

“Does this mean you’re my boyfriend again?” I ask.

“Do you want me to be your boyfriend?”

“I do. So much.”

“Good.” He smiles. “I love being your boyfriend.”

I loop my arms around his neck. “And I love being your girlfriend.” I whisper the words I’ve been holding sacred. “I love you.”

His fingers drift along my cheek. “I love you. More than anything.”

“I know.” I take his hand and press my lips to his knuckles. “I know taking off the ring feels like a step backwards, but when I put it back on, I want it to be because we’re both ready. I’d rather deal with the speculation than live a lie when I have someone and something so real right in front of me.”

“I’ll keep the ring safe, and when you’re ready, I’d like to ask you to be my wife again. But I’ll make sure my proposal is romantic as fuck, and not in front of thousands of people.”

“That sounds perfect.” It doesn’t matter what everyone elsethinks. This is our story. No one else gets a say anymore but us. I curve one hand around the back of his neck and press my nails gently into the skin.

He drops his head and claims my mouth in a soft, slow, bone-melting kiss.

“Please take me to bed,” I whisper against his lips.

He regards me with dark, lust-heavy eyes. “You’re going to be my perfect goddess and let me worship you the way I want to, aren’t you?”

My knees go weak, and desire rushes through my veins, settling between my thighs. “Absolutely.”

His hands glide over my ass, and he grips firmly as he hoists me up. I wrap myself around him and lower my mouth to his as he carries me through his penthouse. We bump into a few things on the way, and he smacks his elbow on the doorframe and nearly drops me, but we make it to the bed, and he settles between my thighs, hips pressing firmly into the cradle of mine.

We’re a flurry of impatience, tugging at clothing, fingers seeking bare skin. But as soon as we’re naked, Dallas slows things down. His fingers drift down my side as he claims my mouth with a searing kiss.

“God, I missed you,” he murmurs as he kisses his way down my throat and along my collarbones. “The way you feel under my touch.”

When he covers my nipple and circles the tight peak with his tongue, I thread my hands through his hair.

“The feel of your hands on me.” He devotes the same attention to my other nipple before he moves lower, past my navel to the apex of my thighs. His gaze lifts to meet mine. “The way you taste.” He pushes my legs wide and lowers his head.

I whimper at the soft strokes of his tongue.

“That fucking sound.” He growls against my skin as he sucks my clit roughly. I gasp and arch. “I’m the only person who’ll ever hear you moan like that again.”

“Only you,” I agree.

He sends me careening into bliss with his mouth. I’m boneless and panting as he kisses his way back up my body. I can’t get enough of the taste of myself on his tongue, of the way it feels to be so completely worshiped by him. He keeps his mouth fused to mine as he reaches across to the nightstand. I expect him to grab a condom, but instead of a foil packet, he presses something silicone into my palm.

I break the kiss long enough to check it out. “Well, hello.” My gaze returns to his. “When did you get this?”

Dallas’s heated gaze turns molten, and his smile makes everything tighten. “After I told you you could fuck me.”

“You were serious.” I wasn’t sure if that was a heat-of-the-moment declaration, but I can’t deny how much I’d love to be the one to unravel him.

“Of course I was serious. I did some reading.” He rolls his hips, his cock sliding between my folds. “It was educational.”

“Oh? Fuck.” Images of Dallas on the edge of orgasm have me tipping my hips up in search of him. “And what did you learn?” The head nudges my entrance.

“That I need some training first, but that’s part of the fun.” He pushes in an inch. “Do you want me to get a condom?”

I shake my head. “I want to feel you.”

His eyes lock on mine as he shifts his hips forward, sinking into me. “You feel so damn good, Wills.” My nails dig into his shoulders, and his lip curls in satisfaction. “I could stay inside you forever, and it would never be long enough.”

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