Page 63 of One Night Only
“You good, Goldie?”
I snap myself from my perverted thoughts, shaking my head. “Huh?”
“You’re looking at me like I’m a snack,” he says with a suggestive smirk. “You hungry, baby?”
I allow my gaze to dip down to his crotch, lingering with determination before meeting his eyes again and, with a smile, I nod.
Dallas squeezes my thigh a little tighter, a laugh mixed with a groan bubbling from the back of his throat.
Less than ten minutes later, Dallas is pulling up outside my apartment building, and I glance from him to the building entrance and back again, seriously considering myself.
“Do you… w-want to come up?”
He stares at me for a long moment, his gaze assessing, and I can’t help but assume I said the wrong thing. Of course, he doesn’t want to come up. I live with my sister and her wife, in their guest bedroom. What was I thinking?
I speak quickly, adding a light scoff. “I don’t even know why I asked that. It’s late. I have to work tomorrow. And I’m sure you—” My words are cut short by Dallas pressing a finger against my lips, silencing me, the look in his eyes suddenly molten.
He leans across the center console, his finger still pressedagainst my lips, the warmth of his body inundating me along with that spicy cologne that makes a coil of wanton need tighten deep in my core.
“I want to come up more than you’ll ever know,” he whispers, looking deep into my eyes. “But only if you really want me to.”
Slowly, he pulls his finger away, and the words are out of my mouth before I can even consider whether they’re pathetic or not. “I want you to.”
A slow smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth and he leans in, grazing his lips against mine in a whisper kiss that makes the air around us snap and fizz with anticipation.
By the time the elevator makes it up to our floor, Dallas is kissing me like his life depends on it, his big hands palming my ass, holding me firm against him. Not breaking our kiss, he walks me backwards, down the hallway and to the door, and I have to tear myself away so I can let us in, my hands trembling as I try get the key in the lock.
Dallas wraps his arms around me from behind, his lips attaching to the hot spot on my neck, and as he sucks hard, I drop my keys to the floor. He chuckles against my skin, moving down to pick them up for me, and because I am apparently nothing but a fumbling, needy mess, he unlocks the door for us.
It’s late, and I can tell by the minimal lighting in the apartment that Tess and Bron are in bed. Leading Dallas in, I glance at him over my shoulder and hold a finger to my lips, silently telling him to be quiet. But then when he holds his hands up in surrender and starts skulking on his tip toes, looking absolutely ridiculous, I snort a laugh and have to slap a hand over my mouth.
“Shhh, Goldie!” Dallas chastises, playfully grabbing me in a mock headlock and gently placing his hand over my mouth, pulling me with him. “Where’s your bedroom?”
I wrestle against his hold and lead the way to my room at the end of the hall, but as I reach the door, I pause because I knowthe second I open it and invite him into the one space that has been exclusively mine during the worst time in my life, everything is going to change.
“You okay, baby?” Dallas whispers, leaning in and allowing his lips to linger right next to my ear.
I release a shuddering breath, nodding once.
“We don’t have to do this right now,” he says, pressing a soft kiss to my temple.
I shake my head, glancing at him. “I want to.”
He nods, offering a soft smile. “One step at a time, baby.”
With a deep breath, I open the door and step inside, waiting for him to follow.
Dallas enters, pausing in the doorway to take a look around. His six-foot-four frame feels almost too big for the space but kind of perfect at the same time, like the missing piece to a jigsaw puzzle, as if this is where he belongs.
“This is nice,” Dallas says, looking around as he removes his jacket.
I roll my eyes. “It’s a bedroom. Calm down.”
He throws me a chastising glance. “It’s a verynicebedroom.”
I offer a wry grin. “I feel like I’m in high school again, sneaking a boy into my room…”
Dallas steps up to me, hands snaking inside my coat, gripping my waist as he stares down at me with an imploring look. “Did you sneak boys into your room often, Miss Cole?”
