Page 20 of Dallas
I’ve only been sitting here a few minutes, and Dallas lifts me off the stool as fast as he set me there. Suddenly I’m on my feet, fingers threaded with his, following along behind him.
“Dinner will be ready in an hour,” Gretchen calls after us.
“Thank you, Gretchen,” Dallas responds as he hurries me toward the back of the kitchen, where I realize there is a set of stairs.
“Dallas, slow down,” I grumble as he tugs me up the steps. He’s relentless, though. Soon, we reach the second floor, where he continues down a long hallway before stopping to open a door and lead me inside.
I know this is his room because his scent fills the space.
He shuts the door and locks it before spinning me around and flattening me to the door.
My pulse picks up instantly as his hands come to the sides of my face. His gaze is intent, brows furrowed as he searches my eyes, looking for what? Suddenly, he growls and kisses me like he hasn’t seen me in a decade.
I forget where I am as he holds me planted to the door, scrambling my brain cells with his mouth, using his tongue to devour me.
When he finally releases my lips, I’m panting and dizzy. “What was that for?”
He draws a deep breath in through his nose. “Now that you’re here in my space, I lost control for a minute.”
A shiver races down my spine. I kind of like being in his space, too. It feels oddly right. My racing heart slows as he eases back a few inches, not taking his hands from me. “I should let you look at some of the other rooms on this floor. I picked this one at random. We don’t have to keep it.”
I frown. “You talk like I’m moving in.” Goosebumps rise on my skin at the thought.
“Baby, you are so totally moving in here as soon as you’re ready. You might as well choose which rooms you want before Brody gets here and claims another one.”
I decide to focus on one thing at a time. “Who’s Brody?”
“My older brother. He owns a construction company in Texas. He’s coming to help us get started on some of the renovations in town. He’s bringing one of his best foremen, Haden, to handle the estate while he concentrates on the town itself.”
“But he’s not staying?”
Dallas chuckles. “He thinks that now. There’s something about this mansion that lures us in and doesn’t let go, though. I suspect he will get sucked in just as hard. We’ll see.”
I lick my lips. “I’m not moving in with you, Dallas.”
He smirks in that way that makes my pussy wet. It’s so cocky it should infuriate me. He’s so sure of himself. But I find I like his oddly bossy side. That smirk is the only indication I need to know Dallas is so sure of himself about this that arguing is futile.
Besides, the words coming out of my mouth do not match the aching need growing inside me with every passing day. It’s illogical, and I won’t admit it out loud, but I suspect Dallas’s cocky assuredness is well founded.
When he finally takes a step back so I can actually see the room we’ve entered, I gasp. It’s like stepping back in time. The furnishings are dark hardwood. The bed is four-posted with ornate carvings that I suspect were hand-carved almost a century ago.
I don’t know jack about antiques, but Dallas does. He owned a pawn shop in Dallas. Antiques are his passion. “How old is this furniture?” I ask as I break from his gentle grasp to shuffle farther into the room.
“Mid-twentieth century. Not so old that we shouldn’t use it. I did replace the mattress and box springs when I got here.”
I run my fingers up one of the posts, admiring the intricate work. “It’s gorgeous,” I whisper. It’s impossible not to be affected by the four-posted bed, though. The sexual implications…
Dallas sets his hands on my hips from behind, and then his lips are on my neck. “I still have your pantyhose in my pocket,” he murmurs.
I shudder. Did he just read my mind?
When he slides a hand to the front of my neck and tips my head back so I’m forced to look at him, he smiles. “After dinner, I’m going to ruin that pair of hose,” he promises.
I whimper.
He smiles even broader. “I’d do it now, but we don’t have time for what I plan to do to you.”
I lick my lips. “You said you weren’t going to have sex with me.” My words come out like a challenge. I may be a virgin, but I’d have sex with Dallas in a heartbeat. The no-sex rule is his, not mine.
