Page 136 of Home Field Advantage
“But you brought me?”
I nod, still looking forward. “I forgot how peaceful it was out here.”
“It’s beautiful,” he says, barely above a whisper.
Slowly, I turn to face him, and he’s smiling at me. It’s the same signature one I saw the very first time I met him. He’sflipped my world upside down in all the ways I wasn’t ready for—in all the ways I didn’t know I needed until him.
For the next hour, we lay down the blanket next to a tree. We talk about school, the baseball team’s improvement, and Sage. He even tells me about how Nan tried convincing him last week to join the pickleball team in town. We laugh the entire time, and neither of us thinks about anything but being in this moment together.
When I glance out at the lake again, I see the sun just barely above the mountain. The sky shifts as if it’s ready to put on a show for us. Dallas notices and quickly puts away whatever is left over from our meal into the basket. Then he settles himself behind me, his legs on each side of me, and pulls my back to his front, holding me there with one arm around my chest.
We watch as the sky shifts to a golden glow, clinging to the edge of the clouds before turning to a delicate pink. As the minutes tick by, I don’t move. No words are spoken between us. But finally, I settle deeper into him, as if I can’t get close enough.
“Careful, Poppy,” he growls into the crook of my neck.
The tone of his voice and the feel of his breath on my neck send shivers down my spine. I tilt my head further to the side, allowing him full access to me. His arms move from my chest to my thighs, where he gives me a light squeeze. The feel of his palms resting so high on my legs makes me squirm.
My legs tighten, as if I’m trying to hold back the tension forming between my legs. He trails a finger delicately up each leg, across my hip, and up my sides until stopping right under the swell of my breasts. My chest rises and falls with every inch he moves, my heart beating faster than before.
“You’re in control here,” he whispers against the shell of my ear. “Tell me to stop, and I will.” With one hand gripping my waist, he trails his other hand up the sides of my breast, and my body sinks further into him.
I don’t answer because I don’t want him to stop.
He takes my silence and cups both breasts from behind. Myhead rolls back onto his shoulder as he takes his thumb and index finger and rolls my nipple between them through my dress, pinching just enough to cause me to moan.
“You’re so responsive to my touch, baby,” he says before bringing his lips back to my neck, letting them linger over my pounding pulse. Letting one shoulder of my dress fall down my arm, he brings the top down enough that he can take my bare chest in his hands. It only forces me to moan more, my legs pinch tighter together, craving some sort of friction between them, with how turned on I am right now.
I trust that Dallas will take care of me.
“Your body is craving more, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I breathe out, but my voice is hoarse from him still gripping my breasts.
“Spread your legs for me.” I do, letting my dress ride up further on my thigh. “I want to see how turned on you are right now.”
“I am. Trust me.”
“Show me,” he demands. “Touch yourself and show me how wet you are from me just playing with your nipples.”
Lifting my dress higher, I reach between my legs, moving my panties to the side. The moment my index finger makes contact with my clit, my back arches, and I suck in a sharp breath. I’m about to show him like he asked, but he stops me.
“Play with it for me, baby,” he says in a rough tone. “Rub your clit and pretend it’s me.”
Releasing one hand from my breast, he reaches down between my legs. I’m about to remove my hand where it rests, but he holds me in place with his hand on top of mine, forcing my back to arch. He starts moving my finger in slow circles, sparking my entire body to life. I squirm between his legs, but he holds me down. The feeling is so intense in this moment.
Not only are we outside where anyone can find us.
But I’m touching myself, and he’s showing me without judgment.
The thought of the two things makes me exhale a moan, moving my other hand that isn’t playing with my clit, to grip his thigh.
“Fuck, you’re dripping for me, Poppy.”
“Yes.” I let his fingers guide me, moving faster and harder, as the pressure builds. It’s not enough, though. “More, Dallas. I’d rather this be your fingers. I need you to touch me, please.”
“I love when you beg,” he growls, letting his finger replace mine, as he presses harder against my clit and I scream out in pleasure. “Wider. Spread your legs wider for me.”
I do, and open as wide for him as I possibly can. He wraps his arm around my body to give him better access, and instantly, his fingers are inside me. My hips start to rock on their own as he moves his fingers quickly in and out of me while his thumb plays with my clit. My breathing grows faster, more unraveled.
