Page 124 of Home Field Advantage
He makes me feel like I can be myself.
He makes me feel seen in ways no one else has.
I spent so damn long fearing that someone would think I wasn’t enough—that someone would see me for me and run the way my one relationship ran.
I don’t feel that with Dallas.
There’s no fear. There’s no second-guessing. There’s no wondering.
It’s my brain’s way of saying,he’s it for you.
Lifting myself off the bed, Dallas tracks every move. His eyes are on me as I grip both of his shoulders and bring one leg over his thighs to straddle his lap. My nerves are still buzzing, so when I sit down and feel his hard length between my legs, my body ignites in flames again. I allow my hands to circle his neck until my fingers are intertwined in his hair, pulling him back to look from my chest and up to my eyes.
No words are spoken.
Iknowhe’s waiting for me.
He’s giving me this.
And I want to give Dallas Westbrook all of me.
“Honey,” he whispers the nickname, something he’s been calling me for a while now, but this time feels different. It feels like there’s a plethora of emotions behind it.
He feels this, too.
He feels this deep connection we have, the comfort of being with each other.
Where he makes me feel at ease in my head, I calm his chaos.
“I want to feel you,” I say, settling deeper onto his lap, and he groans. I move my hips back and forth slowly, fire building between my legs again. I don’t know if this is normal to feel ready again this soon, but I’m chasing the high I feel with him. “I’mreadyto feel you everywhere, Dallas.”
He swallows, and I pull back, reaching for the hem of his shirt to pull over his head before I toss it to the ground behind us. I trail my fingertips down his broad chest, grazing over his rigid abdomen. His body shivers at my touch before he pulls me into him. My nipples graze his chest, and the warmth seeps into every part of my body from the contact. He buries his head in my neck, just holding me, breathing me in, committing me to memory.
I can tell he’s holding back, but I want this. I want him.
“I want you, Dallas,” I murmur against his skin.
He brings his face up to look me in the eyes. His brown eyes darken with desire, changing from warm flecks of amber until they turn a stormy brown. He lifts me off of him, and I stand naked and bare to him. I don’t hide it, there’s no sense. He’s seen every part of me, touched every part of me. Looking me up and down, he stands, tipping my chin up with the back of his index finger, a smirk playing on his lips.
“I’m going to take care of you, Poppy. But I need you to understand one thing.” I swallow, unsure of the next words out of his mouth. “You’ve already ruined me for anyone else. So I fully intend to ruin you in the best way possible.”
I don’t want anyone else, is what I want to say, but I don’t.
I stay silent, reaching for his jeans to unclip them, but he stops me. “Lie down on the bed, Poppy. And spread those pretty legs for me.”
I do as he asks. Anticipation is humming through my body.
He watches every move as I lie down, lifting myself on my elbows to see him and how slowly he unbuttons his jeans and pushes them to the floor. As he steps out of them, I bite my bottom lip. As his eyes trail my body, I slowly open my legs for him, and he hums in approval.
He leans down on the bed, holding his body up with one arm, still wearing his boxer briefs, and takes two fingers and swipes them through my pussy. My back arches at the contact, and he shocks me when he raises those same fingers and puts them in his mouth.
“So fucking sweet,” he growls. “Your pussy is aching to be touched again, isn’t it?”
I nod repeatedly.
“Tell me again what you want.”
“You.”
