Page 10 of Don't Stop

My shoulders sagged. “I don’t know why I let him get to me. He’s nobody.” It wasn’t wrong. I had no idea why I let Drake Moore get under my skin just because my brother asked him to babysit me.

“He didn’t seem like nobody. He seemed like he knew you pretty well. Who is he again?”

Groaning, I rested my head on my hand against the window. “He’s Bryson’s best friend, and apparently my new coworker.”

I thought again about the way he just showed up at my car, and the way he called me out for avoiding him. Embarrassment filled me, and I chewed at the inside of my cheek. It had been silly to hide from him. It was even sillier to dread having to see him again in the morning—and every morning for the foreseeable future. I sucked in a deep breath and groaned. He’s nobody.

“Why does he make you so mad then, babe?” Dallas chuckled. He held the steering wheel with one finger from his left hand, reaching over the center console with his right and gripping my thigh. I turned to face him.

I looked down at his hold on my leg and closed my eyes. “Because I wanted to do this without help, and now he’s going to help me.” My voice was thick with sarcastic disgust.

“That’s a bad thing?”

“Yes!” I squealed, causing him to jump. I lowered my voice. “Yes,” I said softer.

When he moved his hand up my thigh and closer to the crest between my legs, I bit my lip. The man was sexy, even more so when he took his shirt off, but would it be enough to stop my thoughts from running rampant? My heart was pounding in my ears.

“I want to challenge myself and prove I can do this alone. I told my brother I didn’t want his friend’s help.” I turned to look at Dallas, his eyes bouncing between the road and my face. The streetlights reflected in his eyes and left a glow on his cheeks. “I don’t want Drake’s help.”

The smirk on Dallas’s face made me shiver, and his hand on my thigh felt warmer. Could he see me blushing under the same glow? “Then don’t take his help.”

“I won’t!” Easier said than done.

By the time we pulled up in front of Dallas’s house, the conversation had ended. The only sound in the car was our breathing and the low hum of music that would normally put me to sleep if not for the way he massaged my leg while he drove. When he put the car into park, he dropped his left hand from the wheel and looked at me, giving me a casual once-over from head to toe.

“Did I tell you that you look super hot tonight?” he asked. His smile was crooked, and he nodded while he talked—something he always did when he was trying to come onto me or anyone else.

I nodded, stifling a giggle. “You did,” I said. “A few times, actually.” He was always quick to compliment me anytime we went out.

“Well, you do.” Dallas lifted his hand to my chin, running his thumb over my lip. He pulled lightly until my lips parted in a forced pout, and I narrowed my eyes, glaring.

I turned my head away from him. “Hot enough that I can come inside?” I winked at him, already knowing the plan was to stay with him tonight.

I stuck my hand in my purse, feeling for the toothbrush I wasn’t allowed to leave in his bathroom. He had said it felt too much like something a girlfriend would do. I wasn’t his girlfriend, and judging by the lack of butterflies swarming in my stomach when he licked his lips, it was probably a good thing.

Dallas was breathtakingly handsome. He had gorgeous, thick blond hair and hazel eyes that were difficult to look away from. I slowly dragged my eyes over his chiseled face and down the tight-fitting sweater that hugged his muscles. My stomach flipped, and I pressed my thighs together.

“Babe, you’re always hot enough to come inside.” Without waiting, he opened the door and climbed out of the car, making his way to the front door.

I watched him through the windshield until he was on the first step of the porch before I realized he wasn’t coming back to open the door for me. Sighing, I threw it open and followed behind him. When I made it to the front door, it was already open, and he had stepped inside. I closed the door behind me and locked it.

“You coming?” he asked, nodding towards the bedroom.

I winked at him, forcing a quiet giggle. “Hopefully.”

He laughed loudly, and I hurried to join him. Once my feet were off the cold tile and on the carpet instead, he closed the distance between us. Dallas wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in and pressing his lips to mine. He was gentle, but his hold on me was desperate.

“You’re so hot, babe,” he said again.

I forced a laugh and tugged at the hem of his sweater. Pulling it over his head, I dropped it to the floor in a heap. “Stop talking,” I said, kissing him again.

There were no fireworks, but when he broke the kiss to pull off my sweater, need still pooled between my legs. I reached behind me, unclasping the hook on my bra and letting it fall, smiling when his eyes bounced to my tits and stayed there. Giving my shoulders a small shimmy, I stepped back towards him until my bare chest met his.

His skin was soft, but his muscles were hard, and my nipples tightened. Dallas opened his mouth like he was going to say something, so I put my finger over his lips to shush him. He was so much hotter when he was quiet. Guilt swirled with arousal, and the tension from my first day snapped.

I tugged at the button on his pants, satisfied at the small pop. The sound of his zipper met my sigh, and he raced to drop my own pants to the ground. He growled, and I giggled, slipping out of the lace panties I wore. I raced him to the bed, skipping across the carpet while he watched.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I looked at him. He watched closely while he stalked forward, his eyes following my hands from my hips to my nipples. When I twisted them and whimpered, he groaned.

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