Page 40 of Whiskey and Wildfire

He nodded, his cheeks going pink in an instant. It was such a cute look on him making my stomach burst into butterflies.

“Well?” I smiled. “Come on then. Let’s eat.”

Chapter 15

Logan

Sleeping in my own bed was a bit different with Dakota pressed up against my back. Not that I was complaining. It was probably the only reason I got any sleep at all. Just having him around seemed to calm me down and quiet my mind enough so I could drift off.

But then, when I woke up in the early hours of the morning in his arms, my mind was no longer quiet. And neither was my body. The heat of his bare chest pressed against my back sent shivers down my spine. I could feel his steady breath on my neck, his strong arm draped over my waist. My heart raced as I became acutely aware of every point of contact between us, including his cock tucked neatly against my ass.

I lay there, barely daring to move, savoring the closeness. Dakota stirred slightly in his sleep, pulling me tighter against him. A small sigh escaped my lips before I could stop it.

Slowly, carefully, I turned to face him. In the dim pre-dawn light filtering through the curtains, I could just make out his features. His long lashes rested on his cheeks, his full lips slightly parted. A lock of his dark hair had fallen across his forehead.

Without thinking, I reached up to gently brush it away. As my fingers grazed his skin, Dakota’s eyes fluttered open. For a moment, we just stared at each other, neither of us daring to speak.

“Hey,” he said at last, his voice heavy with sleep. “You okay.”

I nodded, savoring the feel of his stubble under my fingertips. “Can I ask a favor?”

“Anything.”

“I just…” I started, my voice low. “I just need to forget about everything for a while.” I glanced up at him, meeting those dark eyes. “Will you help me?”

His fingers dug into my hip as he realized what I needed.

Dakota’s eyes searched mine, a mix of desire and concern flickering in their depths. His hand slid up from my hip, trailing along my side until it cupped my face. His thumb brushed my cheek gently.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice a low rumble.

I nodded, leaning into his touch. “Please, Kota,” I whispered, using the nickname I’d heard his mother use.

Something in his expression softened at that. He leaned in, pressing his forehead to mine. For a moment, we just breathed together, the air between us growing thick with tension.

“Is… Is it alright if I call you that?”

He nodded slowly. “Yeah.”

Then, with agonizing slowness, Dakota closed the distance between us. His lips met mine in a tender kiss that quickly deepened as weeks of pent-up longing poured out. His hand slid to the back of my neck, fingers tangling in my hair.

I melted into the kiss, my body pressing closer to his as if drawn by some magnetic force. My hands roamed over the planes of his muscular back, feeling the strength coiled beneath his skin. Dakota’s kiss grew more insistent, his tongue teasing at the seam of my lips until I granted him entry with a soft moan.

As our tongues danced, his hand slipped down, calloused fingers skimming over my ribs. I shivered at his touch, arching into him. Dakota broke the kiss, his lips trailing along my jaw and down my neck. He nipped gently at my pulse point, drawing a gasp from me.

“Kota,” I breathed, my fingers threading through his silky hair.

He hummed against my skin in response, the vibration sending tingles through my body. His hand continued its exploration across my torso, slipping down to my hip and then below. I let out a soft gasp as his fingers slipped below the waistband of my boxers, tracing the sensitive underside of my cock.

Dakota’s touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure through my body. He stroked me slowly, teasingly, as his lips continued their assault on my neck. I writhed against him, desperate for more contact.

“Please,” I whimpered, tugging at his hair.

He pulled back slightly, his dark eyes meeting mine. The intensity of his gaze made me shudder once more. Without breaking eye contact, Dakota rolled me onto my back, his chest pressing against mine. He kissed his way down my chest, stopping for a moment to lick at my nipples, drawing more moans from me in the silent darkness of the empty house.

I reached for him, running my hands down his sculpted abs before hooking my fingers in the waistband of his boxers. Dakota’s breath hitched as I slowly pushed them down, freeing his hardened length. It fell, heavy and pulsing against my stomach. In return, he grabbed the waistband of my underwear and pulled them free, both of us naked and grinding together at last.

Dakota’s eyes locked with mine, dark and hungry. He reached down between us, wrapping his hand around bothour cocks, pressing them together. The friction sent sparks of pleasure through my body. I gasped, arching up into him.

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