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CHAPTER 17

DALLAS

I ’ve never gotten lost in a kiss before. I’ve never felt that all-consuming rush of warmth from just kissing. I’ve never felt a kiss all the way through to my core. And yet, right now, as my lips move in perfect sync with Emily’s, tongues dancing together, as I feel the tension ease from her body, if all I could have for the rest of my life was this one kiss, I’d die a happy man.

I know I need to talk to her about everything she just told me. And I will. But right now, I know exactly what she needs. She needs me. She needs to forget. And she needs to feel. It’s in the way she inches closer, in the way her fingers grab my hair, holding me right where I am like if she doesn’t, I might disappear into thin air. It’s in the needy little sounds she makes. Fuck, I am a goner for this woman.

Reaching for her, I don’t break our kiss as I place both my hands under her ass, pulling her up and onto me in one easy move so she’s straddling my thighs. I deepen the kiss, thrusting my tongue into her mouth in filthy, depraved licks, but when she grinds against my rock-hard cock straining inside my gym shorts, she tears her lips away just enough to suck in a gasp that combines with a whimper, and my dick throbs. Fuck, she’s wet; I can feel her damp heat through her panties, and I swear to all that is holy, it takes everything I have not to blow my goddamn load.

Emily grinds against me again and again. And again. Whimpering a little louder each time. She tips her head back, and I take advantage, peppering slow, wet kisses against her throat, biting and sucking the sensitive skin, laying my tongue flat and licking the trigger point I know makes her toes curl.

“Ohmygod,” she pants, grinding harder.

She’s using me to chase her orgasm, and this is the hottest thing I’ve ever done with my pants still on. I am all fucking for it. Use me, baby. Use the fuck outta me. I palm her ass, gripping her tight, grinding her harder into me to give her more of the friction she wants and, yeah, it feels fucking amazing, but this isn’t about me. This is all about her.

Her tongue delves into my mouth and I greedily swallow her sounds as she continues rocking against me. Trailing my hands from her ass and under the jersey she’s wearing— my fucking jersey—my fingers dance up her back. Up and down, skating over soft, smooth skin, and with each pass, I edge closer and closer to her sides before my hands are coasting up over her ribs, to the swell of her breasts, testing her. I barely graze the undersides before she stops me, her hands gently pushing mine away.

Breaking the kiss, she pauses her movements, looking down at me through dazed, heavily hooded eyes as she whispers, “I’m sorry.”

My brows pull together and I quickly shake my head, turning my hands in hers so we’re palm-to-palm, fingers twining. “Don’t you ever fucking apologize for stopping me. You got that?”

A shuddering breath falls from her kiss-swollen lips, but she nods.

“Tell me what you want, Goldie,” I urge, shifting my hips in an attempt to encourage her own. Pressing my lips against her hot spot, I murmur against her skin, “Whatever you need, you can have it. Right now. I’ll give anything you fucking want, baby.”

“I need to… to come,” she manages on a breathy moan, her hips meeting mine again. “Please, Dallas.”

Fuck. Me. I squeeze my eyes closed at the sound her of pleading words and my fucking name as it falls from her lips, so needy, so desperate. I’m forced to take a moment to steel myself because the big guy downstairs is hanging on by a frayed fucking thread.

I breathe slowly, thinking of the showers after practice, thinking of our captain, Rusty, and his hairy fucking ass. Thinking of the hamper in the locker room after a game, full of sweaty, disgusting jerseys. Thinking of the skid marks some gross fucker left in the toilet on the team plane last week. Literally anything. The most disgusting shit to stop myself from coming in my pants right now and ruining this for her.

“You wanna come, Goldie?” I coo, looking up at her beautiful face, flushed with need.

“Yes.” She bites down hard on that perfectly plump bottom lip.

“Do you want my fingers?” I whisper against her ear, gently tugging her lobe between my teeth. “Or my mouth?” Please say my mouth. Please say my fucking mouth.

When she doesn’t answer, I pull back just enough to get a good look at her because her silence is unnerving. When she won’t meet my eyes, I know something’s up.

“Goldie?” I press, my tone a little demanding. “Look at me and use your words, baby.”

“I want your—” Licking her lips, she glances momentarily at my mouth before finally meeting eyes. “Your fingers.”

Narrowing my eyes, I study her a moment longer. “I don’t know if I believe you…”

I push my tongue into her mouth with slow, determined licks, similar to how I might lick her pussy if she’d let me. When her hips buck in response, I can’t stop myself from smirking against her lips.

“Are you sure you want my fingers, baby?” I whisper, tracing her bottom lip with my tongue before thrusting inside her mouth once more.

She moans.

“I think you want this,” I murmur, lashing at her tongue with my own.

“Yes,” she pants as a frustrated groan tumbles from the back of her throat when I pull away from her.

“It’s okay, baby.” I chuckle at her contradicting sounds, kissing my way down the curve of her neck. “I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good.”

Her fingers tear at the longer lengths of my hair as I tease the trigger point at the base of her neck, flicking it with my tongue, but when I shift, my hands gripping her thighs to move her off me and onto her back, she stops me with words I was not fucking expecting.

“I’ve never done this before!”

I freeze, pulling back to gauge her, momentarily confused.

She closes her eyes tight, ducking her head in an attempt to bury her face into my neck, but I don’t let her.

“Uh-uh, Goldie. Use your words.” I hold her back, studying her.

She looks anywhere but at me, an adorable tinge of pink climbing its way up her neck and onto her cheeks.

I know she’s not going to say it, so as much as the thought pisses me off, I ask the question instead. “Have you never had anyone go down on you before?”

She meets my eyes, and I see the answer right there in her beautiful golden gaze.

“What about… your ex ?” I’m fully aware I’m incredulous, but can you fucking blame me? She was with the guy for what? Eight years ?

“He didn’t—” She shakes her head quickly, averting her eyes again. “He didn’t do that.”

Anger coils inside of me and honestly, all I can do is stare at her. Because I’m at a fucking loss. Here is this beautiful, sexy as hell thirty-five-year-old woman perched on my lap, telling me she’s never had a man eat her pussy, not even the man she was going to marry.

“Look, it’s fine,” Emily finally says, trying to brush off my shock. “Let’s just forget it.”

When she tries to scramble off of me, I grab her waist and hold her possibly a little too tight, my fingers digging into her to keep her right where she is because over my dead fucking body are we going to just forget it.

“You ain’t goin’ nowhere darlin’,” I utter, steadying her with a hard look that makes her stop struggling, her eyes flaring at my tone. “Not until I’ve made you come at least three times on my tongue.”