He must be satisfied with what he sees because he smiles before dipping his head to kiss me again. His lips move from my mouth to my jaw, pressing hot kisses along my skin, pausing to focus on the spot just beneath my ear when my hips buck with the first touch of his lips there. Then, he’s on the move again, licking and sucking the length of my neck before moving to my chest. He leans his weight to one side, freeing up his other hand to untuck my shirt before pressing his large, warm palm to my side beneath it.
He lifts his head to watch my face as his palm slides upward, taking the hem of my top with it. He’s making sure I’m okay, which is sweet, but I need more.Now.Shoving my hands between us, I grip the material of my shirt and tug it upward, lifting my upper body just enough to pull the material free and toss it aside. Dallas’ eyes widen, then darken as they move down my torso. Reaching down, I grab his wrist and yank his hand up to my breast.
I don’t know where this bravado came from, but I’ll have plenty of time to analyze my behavior––at length, I’m sure––later. Right now, I need this. I need Dallas.
“Jesus, Josette,” he breathes, kneading my breast through the pad of my strapless bra. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
The grit in his tone sends fresh heat flashing through me, leaving behind a trickle of something I don’t feel very often––confidence.
Lifting my hips and arching my back, I shove my fingers behind my back and unclasp the bra before pulling my hands free and slumping back to the mattress. I hold the eye contact as Dallas stares down at me, and he doesn’t drop his eyes to my chest for even a millisecond while he pulls the bra free and tosses it aside. He just stares into my eyes as he covers my now-bare breast with his large, slightly-callused palm.
I know he’s watching me for any hint of discomfort, and while I appreciate his sweet consideration, it’s not what I want right now. Not what Ineed.
Reaching up, I grip his hair and tug him down for a kiss. His tongue drives into my mouth, curling around mine as his hand tightens around my breast. I gasp at the intense bolt of lust that shoots through me, and Dallas must misinterpret it because he immediately loosens his grip and softens his kiss.
No.
“Dallas,” I say, breaking off our kiss to take a few deep breaths. “Stop holding back. I’m not going to break, and I need tofeelhow much you want me. I need you to let go and show me.”
I immediately regret the words when Dallas’ eyes widen and his mouth falls open. Was I too demanding?Did that turn him off? Shit, maybe I should just go home.
Before I can move, a growling sound vibrates from his chest, freezing me on the spot. His head drops and his mouth latches onto my breast, sucking the flesh while his tongue rolls over the nipple. I groan and buck my hips, my fingers tightening in his hair to hold him in place.
God, that feels good.
I cry out when his mouth pops off me, then yelp again when he sucks on my other breast the same way he did the first. One of his hands brushes over my knuckles, his fingers gently uncurling my tight fists to release my grip on his hair. Then he kisses a path down the center of my torso, his tongue swirling along my skin as he moves toward the button of my pants.
Pushing himself upright, he sits back on his heels and grips the material on either side of the button before pausing to meet my eyes. He lifts his eyebrows, and I nod vigorously. His eyes flare with lust and his lips curl up as he unfastens the button and drags the zipper downward. I lift my hips, and the moment the pants slide over my ass, I drop it to the bed and lift my legs into the air so he can strip them the rest of the way off.
My legs fall back to the bed on either side of his hips as he tosses my pants to the floor, and his gaze locks on my center as his calloused palms smooth down my inner thighs. He strokes up and down, each pass bringing his hands closer to where I need him most without actually touching me. It’s driving me crazy, and when I buckupward to try and get his hands where I need them, he pulls back, denying me.
“Dallas,” I grunt, but he only chuckles.
The mattress bounces as he moves, and I open my eyes to see he’s standing near the foot of the bed. Before I can form a single coherent thought about why he left the bed, his hands shoot out to grip my ankles. I yelp as he yanks me toward him, then hold my breath when he bends at the waist and presses a kiss to the inside of my left knee. He kisses me again and again, each peck bringing him closer to the top of my thigh.
“Wait!” I squeak out when his nose brushes against the edge of my underwear.
His head pops up, his expression laced with worry. “Do you not like this?”
Fuck if I know.
“Josette?” he asks when I don’t answer him out loud.
“I…you don’t have to do that,” I manage to get out.
He tilts his head. “That’s not what I asked you. And Iwantto taste you, to feel you come on my mouth, but only if you want me to. Ifyou’llenjoy it.”
His hands start moving up and down my thighs again, soothing and exciting me all at once. I realize he’s waiting for me to respond, and I honestly can’t say whether or not I’ll enjoy it. But I have to saysomething.
“Okay,” I say softly, and he lowers his eyebrows.
“That didn’t sound very sure.”
I heave out a rough breath. He’s not going to let this go. I need to be honest.
“I don’t know,” I say softly.
“You don’t know if you like it or not?” he asks, his tone laced with confusion.