Page 52 of One Night Only
I grimace.
“Yes, sir.” Dallas nods, shaking my father’s extended hand. “I’ll bring the beer.”
I don’t miss the hint of a grin that ghosts Dad’s lips as he turns away.
When I glance at Tess, I just know she’s about to say something embarrassing, so I turn her around and usher her down the hall, toward the door. The moment we reach the entry, she spins around, eyes hysterically wide.
“You better be prepared to tell me absolutely everything when I get back here,” she hisses as Bron helps her with her coat. “No detail too filthy. I want to knowev-er-y-thing.”
I practically shove her out the door, forcing a smile as I say goodbye to my parents.
Leaning against the doorframe, I wait for them to pile into the elevator, and it isn’t until the elevator doors slide closed that I finally release the breath I’ve been holding, feeling my shoulders sag.
I push my hair back from my flustered face, turning and walking back inside, finding Dallas still standing in the livingroom, looking almost as flustered as I feel, save for the dimpled grin playing on his lips.
“Yeah, so, you just met myentirefamily,” I say on a nervous laugh.
Dallas chuckles, stepping up to me and enveloping me in his arms.
“What’s with your dad?” He quirks a brow.
I wave a hand. “Oh, don’t worry about him. He was secretly hoping I was having an affair with Aaron Judge.”
“O-kay…” Dallas draws the word out, clearly confused.
“Huge Yankees fan,” I explain.
He laughs and then flashes me a wicked smirk. “Pretty sure your mom has a crush on me.”
“My mom has a crush on their UPS driver,” I snort. “I really wouldn’t get too cocky about it.”
He chuckles again, dropping his head and pressing a soft kiss to the sensitive skin just below my ear that makes my whole-body shudder.
“You feel tense,” he whispers, his lips finding my hot spot.
“My family under one roof has that effect on me,” I say with a stifled moan when he lays his tongue flat, licking my skin.
“When I leave, I want you to have a long, hot shower,” he murmurs against my trigger point. “I want you to soap up every inch of this sexy, beautiful body.” He kisses my skin. “I want you to maybe even play with yourself a little.”Kiss.
“Dallas,” I chide, but it’s more of a moan.
“What’s up, baby?” I can feel his lips smiling against me. “Nothing wrong with a little self-care…”Kiss.
My eyes roll back in my head when he licks me, sucking gently.
“Do you have any toys?”
I bite down on my bottom lip in an attempt to stifle my smile. “I’m a single, thirty-five-year-old woman. What do you think?”
He groans. “I want you to use one on yourself in the shower.”
My core throbs at his instructions.
“I want you to make yourself come,” he says lowly, licking my neck. “And when you do, I want you to think about me.”
I’m forced to press my thighs together to quell the sudden ache between my legs, a whimper falling from my lips.
Dallas pulls back just enough to look at me. “And then I want you to tell meallabout it.”
