Page 45 of The Dallas Dilemma

Setting my phone back on the nightstand, I carefully scooch back down to lie next to her. I turn on myside to face her, and before I can decide how to get closer without waking her, she stirs. Humming quietly, she stretches, then she goes silent and freezes at the same time. I smile, knowing she’s just remembered last night and where she is…in my bed.

I wait for her eyes to blink open before murmuring, “Good morning.”

She visibly relaxes before returning my smile. “Good morning. What time is it?”

“Just after eight,” I say. Then I lean in to kiss her forehead before saying, “I’ll go make us some coffee.”

I roll out of bed and land on my feet before she can respond, even though I really want to rollontoher and make her scream the way she did last night. But this is a new dynamic for us. I don’t know how she’s feeling about waking up next to me, and I don’t want to push it if all she wants is a few private moments.

Pulling on a pair of athletic shorts so I’m not completely naked, I walk into the attached bathroom and close the door. After relieving myself and washing my hands and face, I brush my teeth. Digging through my drawers of extra supplies, I grab an unopened toothbrush and set it on the counter beside the sink for Josette.

When I walk out of the bathroom, I find her sitting up in bed, the covers pulled up to her armpits as she watches me.

“All yours,” I say, motioning toward the bathroom while winking at her. “Come out when you’re ready.”

She nods, and I smile at her again before leaving the room. I stretch my arms over my head and yawn as I walkinto the kitchen. I have a combo coffee maker, and I decide to just brew a pot instead of single cups. After I get that going, I pull some creamer out of the fridge and set it next to the coffee maker. Then I dig through my pantry for the sugar, smiling as I pull it out.

Sugar kind of started this thing between Josette and me. I’m so glad I forgot to buy some when I first moved in here.

I don’t know how she takes her coffee, yet, so I set the box of sugar next to the cream so she can choose what she wants. I watch the pot brew, and my mind wanders back to last night.

Making love to Josette was amazing. I meant what I said afterward. She is fucking perfect. I can’t remember ever coming that hard. It was almost too much. The feel of her squeezing around me during her hot, gushing orgasm. Her piercing scream. My own masculine pride at making her come a second time when she was certain she couldn’t.

I turned into a fucking caveman, railing into her with zero finesse, and as far as I could tell, she loved every second of it.

God damnperfection.

I open a cabinet and pull out two coffee mugs, setting them next to the sugar and creamer. When I turn around, Josette is there, shifting her weight from foot to foot in nothing but one of my t-shirts. My eyes bulge out and travel down the length of her from her messy hair to her bare toes. The hem nearly reaches her knees, covering her gorgeous thighs, but even fully covered, she lookssexy as hell. When my gaze finally makes it back up to her eyes, I notice her wrinkled brow.

“Sorry,” she says, plucking at the shirt, “I thought this would be okay.”

“Okay?” I ask as I prowl toward her. “If I had my way, you’d wear nothing but one of my t-shirts from now on.”

I stop so closely to her, our toes are nearly touching. My arms snake around her, and she pushes up on her tiptoes as I bend down to press my lips to hers.

“Thanks for the toothbrush,” she mumbles when the kiss ends.

I nod and straighten, grudgingly releasing her in the process. “Coffee?”

She smirks, and my heart thumps irregularly at the sight of it. Then she twirls around, calling out, “Maybe later,” as she sprints back toward my bedroom. I waste no time chasing after her, and the tinkling laughter trailing over her shoulder makes my chest warm.

My long legs eat up the distance between us, and I catch her and sweep her up against my chest just outside my bedroom door. She squeals with delight, twisting to get away, but I hold onto her until I’m close enough to toss her onto my bed. Her bright laughter fades as I stretch over her, settling between her thighs and bowing my back so I can press a trail of kisses along her neck.

I love her like this. Playful and confident. No anxiety or intrusive thoughts telling her she shouldn’t relax and have fun with me.

When my mouth finally meets hers, I reach downand trail my fingers up her thigh, taking the hem of my shirt with it. When I reach her hip and find her lack of underwear, my cock swells almost painfully and my hips buck forward so she can feel what she does to me.

Breaking off our kiss, she lifts her hips and groans, “Roll over.”

I obey immediately, thinking I’ve accidentally crushed her, but before I can apologize, she hops up onto her knees and tugs at the waistband of my shorts. I lift my hips and help her push them down to my knees, and she crawls down the bed to jerk them the rest of the way off before pushing my knees apart so she can fit between them.

I watch with wonder as she stares down at my cock with hungry eyes. Reaching out, she runs a fingertip along its length, making me groan. Then she wraps her small hand around it, stroking it so gently, I have to fight to remain still. I also have to fight to keep my eyes open, so I can watch her explore me, but I win the battle because there’s no way I’m missing a second of this.

Her pink tongue darts out to wet her lips, and she looks a little unsure, so I say, “You don’t need to––”

My words cut off with a hiss when her lips slide over the head, sucking lightly. Her tongue teases my slit, and my hips buck involuntarily, driving me deeper into her mouth. I drop my ass back to the bed instantly, but Josette follows me down. She takes about half my length as her tongue licks at the underside. Her hand strokes the base, twisting slightly as she bobs over me in perfect timing.

“Fuck,” I gasp as she increases the suction slightly.

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