Page 107 of One Night Only
I pull back and meet her eyes, something passing between us before she steps back and allows Dallas to swoop in.
“Where’s Dad?” Dallas asks, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me in close.
“He’s washing up before supper.” Dallas’s mom winks at me. “Why don’t you take Emily upstairs, get her settled in, and we’ll eat in about twenty minutes.”
Dallas squeezes my hip and guides me up the staircase, and as we reach the landing, I glance over the balustrade to see Joy and Millie watching us with identical smiles, which is kind of creepy but also a little sweet because I can see just how much they adore Dallas, and they’re obviously happy to see him bring someone home.
Dallas holds my hand and leads me down the hall. We pass a couple of doors before stopping at the one at the end. He glances over his shoulder at me, flashing a mischievous grin as he opens the door to reveal a bedroom. Stepping over the threshold, I pause, taking it all in. Plaid wallpaper on the walls, ice hockey posters, band posters, movie posters, a big bed with a navy comforter, a collection of cowboy hats hanging on hooks by the door.
“This isyourroom,” I say, turning to see Dallas walk in behind me.
He pauses, quirking a brow. “Yeah?”
“I’m staying in your room?” I question incredulously.
His eyebrows knit together. “I mean… yeah?” He thumbs back to the door he just closed. “Unless you wanna go bunk in with my folks?”
I balk.
He chuckles, hands finding my hips and pulling me flush against him.
“C’mere,” he murmurs, ducking down and capturing my lips with his.
I moan at the feel of his tongue pushing inside of my mouth, his hands trailing down my waist and hips before moving around and cupping my ass. He squeezes me, forcing me closer, and when I feel his length press up against my stomach, I gaspinto our kiss.
“You have no idea how hard my dick has been since that kiss in the airport,” he utters against my lips. “Driving thirty minutes with a boner while you moaned in your sleep right next to me is not something I recommend.”
I smile, but then when he crouches a little and hikes me up off the floor so I have nowhere to go but around him, I pull back, gawking at him as he carries me through an open door and into a bathroom that smells of Dallas’s spicy scent and makes me dizzy with lust.
“Dallas, we can’t—” I hiss. “Not with everyone downstairs.”
“It’s cute you think they care, Goldie.” He laughs softly, pecking my lips. “Newsflash: I’m a twenty-six-year-old who, up until a couple months ago, wasquitethe ladies’ man. This might come as a surprise to you but…” He lowers his voice to a stage whisper as he says, “They know I’m not a virgin.”
I stare, deadpan, and he just chuckles again, moving in and kissing me once more.
“Well, I’m not comfortable with this,” I mutter against his lips. “I’m not about to go down and sit across for your mom over supper after screaming yourname.”
“So then be quiet…” Dallas whispers as he places me onto the bathroom countertop.
Reaching in to turn on the shower, he moves back to me, smirking deviously before peppering kisses downwards and attaching his lips to the spot at the base of my neck that immediately makes my toes curl.
I sigh, opening my thighs and pulling him closer, my head tipping sideways to allow him better access because I’m a weak, weak woman.
“There she is,” he murmurs against my skin.
Within moments, Dallas and I are both naked, and he holds my hand, walking me into the steaming shower. The steady flow of hot water hitting my back is everything I didn’t know I needed after a day of work and then travel, and I close my eyes,tipping my head back and basking in the feel of being fully consumed by Dallas, his lips and tongue exploring every part of me as he sinks lower and lower.
“You gonna be quiet, baby?” Dallas asks, looking up at me from his knees. And holy shit, he looks like a dream come true. Wet hair slicked back, water droplets falling from his thick lashes and streaming in rivulets down his face. Hard, perfect body all wet and glorious. Dick standing at attention that he works in long, lazy strokes. My thighs go weak at the sight of him there, at my feet.
“Yes,” I whisper, raking my nails through his hair.
“Sit.” He orders, indicating the small, tiled bench behind me. “Spread those legs and show me that perfect fucking pussy.”
I sit down and do as he says, and when his gaze settles on my slick center, he mutters something unintelligible, holding my thighs open with one hand as his other hand spreads me apart.
“Shit, baby,” he utters, darkening eyes glancing up at me. “So pretty and pink. And all mine.”
Dallas lifts my leg, guiding my foot to rest on his shoulder, winking at me before moving in, and when I feel his mouth close over me, I breathe out hard, my head falling back against the tile as bliss tears through me.
