Page 67 of More Than Chemical
“What are you doing?” Dallas mumbled against my mouth.
“My boots.”
He pulled away and looked down.
“I need to take them off.”
He bent down and unzipped them. I watched him intently, his shoulder blades moving in his back. I ran my hands over them. They were perfect in every way.
With the boots off, he sat back up.
My hands were still on his shoulders, so I moved them down to this waist. “Can I take your shirt off?”
He nodded, one corner of his mouth rising into a half grin. He helped me pull it off, but I still had to contend with another layer—one of those performance shirts.Grr.So I took that off too. Underneath was much more than I’d expected. It wasn’t that he had bulging biceps or pecs or a giant six pack, but he had just the right amount of toned muscles.
I ran my fingers over him. His skin was hot, and I wanted to press my cheek against it. “How about your pants too?”
He rested his finger under my jawbone and lifted my chin. “I think we need a different game here. I feel like I’m losing.”
“What kind of game?”
His eyes glinted. “Like I took off my shirt, now you take off yours. I take off my pants, you take off yours.”
“That’s doable.”
Before I could take a breath, he already had the neck of my shirt over my head.Shoot, my bra.This one gave me nice cleavage, but it wasn’t the lacy black one I’d intended for this moment.
He groaned, sliding a finger under a strap. “Have I told you how beautiful you are?”
“Yes, actually you have. The night at the house party when you wanted to get in my pants.”
He paused. “That’s not exactly how I remember it.”
“Yes, it was. You were totally hitting on me.”
“Actually, I wanted to make sure that when you went home you wouldn’t forget me.”
I swallowed hard, gooseflesh traveling across my bare skin. “I’m cold, and you’re a furnace,” I said. “I think you owe me some heat.”
He obliged without complaint, pulling me into his chest and nibbling on my ear.
A shudder went straight into my pelvis.
“The pants,” I whispered. “Don’t forget your pants.”
Soon we were both down to our underwear. Mine bikini. His boxer briefs. He pulled me into his bed, and I wanted to celebrate.
The kissing went into full force. I could have made out with him for hours and hours and not minded. His kisses weren’t the stuff of boys, slurp and tongue. They were all man. Warm, skillful, teasing. His mouth was everywhere and then again nowhere at all.
A tingling sensation started in my core and spread all over my body.
But making out wasn’t why I was here. Well, maybe it was, but we needed to stay on track. We needed to get rid of the rest of our garments, the ones that were just getting in the way, before I chickened out and lost the self-confidence I had.
I put my hands behind my back to unhook my bra.
“Hey.” He pulled his mouth away. “That’s my job.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
