Page 137 of Counter Bet

Time is standing still.

She flicks her eyes up, searching mine for permission before dropping her gaze back down to my mouth.

I push up on my tiptoes, slide my mouth over hers, and snake my hands around the back of her neck, tangling my fingers in her silky hair.

She’s trembling now. Her hands are on my hips, pulling me to her.

“Dallas,” I whisper against her lips.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you!” she whispers between kisses, brushing her thumbs through the wet tears on my cheeks. She leans back and runs her blue eyes over my face, and then her mouth is back on mine, stealing another tender kiss. “I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you.”

We share a smile.

“Stop apologizing and take me somewhere. I need you!”

“My car is parked over by the entrance.” Her mouth curves in a smile. She takes my hand in hers and leads us back toward the entrance and the parking lot just beyond.

We fall into the backseat of her car, laughing and breathing hard.

I pull her on top of me.

Her smile slowly fades. She watches me for a long moment, her eyes flicking between mine before she shifts, pressing a thigh to my core.

I gasp. The pressure hits me in all the right places.

Dallas’ eyes drop to my parted lips, and she trails a finger down the column of my throat, whispering, “You’re so beautiful!” Her raven hair falls around us like a curtain and shields us from the outside world. “I’m going to make you feel good.”

My clit throbs like a pulsating heartbeat when she moves her hand down my body and begins unbuttoning my jeans torturously slowly.

I make a sound in my throat, my eyes locked on hers.

She lowers my zipper and dips her hand below my waistband. “Are you wet, baby?” she whispers against my lips, skimming her fingers over my damp panties.

I moan and arch my back off the seat.God, her touch…

“You are.” she smiles approvingly, then dips down and sucks the sensitive skin below my ear.

I whisper her name on a breathy whimper and buck my hips, seeking her touch. I can’t believe that she’s here with me, touching me again after all this time.

She hooks her fingers in the damp fabric, moves my panties aside, and trails her long fingers through my wet slit.

I suck in a choked breath and dig my nails in her back, a soundless cry falling from my lips. Dallas takes her time, keeping me on a razor’s edge by teasing me and driving me insane but never applying enough pressure to get me off. It’s both torture and bliss at the same time.

I push up on an elbow, pull her to me by the neck and slam her lips to mine. I kiss her deeply, our tongues clashing and rubbing.

She groans, plunging two fingers inside of me.

Yes! Oh my god, yes!

I cry out, moaning into her mouth, and she swallows my sounds of pleasure, pumping her fingers until I see stars.

So many fucking stars!

“I’ve missed you,” she breathes, smiling against my lips, flicking my clit with her thumb. “You feel so good wrapped around my fingers, baby.”

I rock my hips, meeting her thrust for thrust. This moment is everything.

I need to touch her, so I reach down between us to undo the buttons on her jeans, frantically pulling at the fabric. “I need to feel you!”

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