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Story: Protecting Dallas
I slid next to him, clutching my blanket around my chin. Moving mechanically I offered him one end, and he took it.
“Thanks,” he said, sliding one big arm around me. Between the cold, and my lingering nightmare, his touch felt immeasurably good. A moment later I was in the crook of his arm. His bare chest was wonderfully warm.
“Cold night,” I said. “This house is drafty.”
“It is.”
The sand swirled outside, forming tiny dust-devils that danced themselves into existence and fell just as quickly apart. Against the moonlit landscape, the whole thing looked oddly beautiful.
“Can’t sleep?” I asked numbly.
“No,” he admitted. Then, after a very long pause: “Bad dreams.”
I nodded gravely. With Maddox or Austin, I would’ve needed more. I would’ve asked all about the details of the dream, and maybe even told them about mine.
Not with Kane, though. Between he and I, neither of us needed to say a word. Instead we just stood there in silence.
Outside, the sand was blowing so much it was difficult to see the horizon, even in the moonlight. The house we lived in was turn-of-last century, at the end of a long, nearly abandoned block. It was a neighborhood that had seen its glory days come and go already, and was now deep in decline. Most of the properties nearby had already been torn down.
“Sleep with me.”
The words were simple. They dropped from my lips without thought.
Kane shifted from one foot to the other, then stared down into my eyes. An entire sea of information passed between us, silently, wordlessly…
“Come on,” I said, slipping my hand into his. I pulled him gently in the direction of his bedroom, and he followed.
“Let’s keep each other warm.”
Eleven
DALLAS
The world beneath Kane’s blankets was soft and warm, the presence of his body overwhelmingly reassuring. We were wrapped up in each other’s arms. Face to face in the night-blue shadows, basking in our combined body heat.
“This is nice,” I breathed, snuggling into him.
He grunted his agreement, sliding one big leg between mine. It was a little crazy, how there seemed to be no barriers between us. How easily we’d become totally intimate, in both physical and emotional ways.
“So…” I whispered. “Am I everything you thought I’d be?”
From his pillow Kane raised an eyebrow.
“In the flesh,” I said, poking him. “After watching me for a whole year on all those cameras… I was wondering if maybe you—”
Kane’s lips closed over mine, and suddenly we were kissing. Him kissing me. Me kissing back. Our bodies writhing together, skin against skin. Our mouths churning, rolling passionately against one another…
r /> Dallas!
His body shifted, and suddenly he was kissing me hard and deep. The instant passion and chemistry was incredible. I could feel the warmth of his chest, pressing against mine. His lips moving insistently, parting my own to make room for his tongue…
Should you really be doing this?
I accepted it into my mouth willingly, even hungrily, sliding my own tongue against his. I moaned softly into his mouth as his hand slid downward, piercing the waistband of my own comfy sleep pants. His palm was big and rough. The contrast was amazing as it slid over one warm globe of my ass…
Mmmmmm…
Kane’s other hand moved up to caress my face, sweeping my hair gently away so he could continue kissing me properly. The hand on my ass was now five individual fingers, clenching and kneading my soft, supple flesh. His touch was commanding and insistent. Deliciously possessive. In response I squirmed even harder into his chest, relishing in the size and power of his massive pectorals.
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