Chapter fourteen Willow #2
“Then you wouldn’t be here,” he finishes for me, causing me to freeze and slowly gaze up at him again.
“You would have never come to Carrington Cove, Willow. We wouldn’t be at each other’s throats, or in this closet together right now.
And yeah, if you weren’t here, it would be easier to get what I want, but it seems that has changed. ”
“What’s changed?”
“What I want,” he answers resolutely.
He takes my sandwich and his, places them back in the box, and pushes it out of the way before sliding closer to me, making my pulse pick up speed as I wonder what he’s going to do next.
“This is a bad idea,” I mutter, my skin practically vibrating from his proximity.
“How so?” He trails one finger up my forearm, making my breath hitch. A smatter of goosebumps breaks out all over my skin, but my eyes are firmly locked on his, waiting to see what happens next.
“I just…it’s complicated, Dallas…this thing between us.” I pull my arm away from his touch and wave my hand back and forth in the miniscule space between our bodies.
I swear I see his eyes darken. “It doesn’t have to be. Why don’t we just go by what we want and how we feel and forget all the rest for now?”
His solution sounds so simple, and yet it’s almost as if I can see the future—the feelings that will undoubtedly develop and the torment they’ll cause when he finds out the truth.
Feelings are messy, pesky little bastards.
It’s why I avoid mine.
Doesn’t take a rocket scientist to see that, Willow.
But then his fingertips brush the hair from my face, his thumb pulls down my bottom lip and glides down the column of my throat, and as his hand drifts over my collarbone and down my arm to grip my waist, I feel my entire body surrender to him, and my mind is too slow to protest.
I want him.
I shouldn’t.
But I do.
And I’m so very tired of fighting it.
“Fuck it.” Before my mind can catch up and talk me out of it, I grip the back of his head and pull him toward me, smashing our lips together, the growl that travels up his throat spurring me on.
It feels as if this kiss erases everything—the bickering, the arguments, the jokes and low blows, and even the eminent truth hovering over us like the storm.
But its promise is also raging like the storm outside—wild passion, intense pressure, and rapid release of the torment we’ve both been under since I got here.
Dallas wastes no time taking control of the kiss, stroking his tongue against mine, burying his hands in my hair, crushing me to his chest and refusing to let me go. It’s like he’s claiming me with this one kiss, and I want him to own every part of me until there’s nothing left.
I surrender willingly, practically climbing up his body, wrapping my arms around his neck, meeting his lips and tongue for every stroke, feeling like I can’t taste enough of him.
Dallas groans as I straddle his lap and rub my pussy along his crotch, run my fingers through his damp tresses, and claw at his shoulders.
We continue to maul each other for who knows how long before he finally releases my lips and stares into my eyes, each of us fighting for air.
“Willow…” Thunder cracks again and a loud crash echoes outside, making me jump in his lap. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.” He wraps his arms around me, holding me to his bare chest as I rest my forehead on his shoulder and catch my breath, both from the kiss and the scare.
“I’m glad you’re here. I’m sorry I was stubborn about letting you in, but now I’m really glad that you’re here, Dallas,” I mumble against his shoulder.
I feel his lips hit my temple. “Me too, Goose.”
I outwardly smile at the nickname for the first time. “So, what happens now?” I lift my head to find him staring at me, his stormy eyes from before warmer now somehow, brighter and almost ethereal.
“We wait out the storm. Finish our dinner. Kiss some more.” He reaches up and toys with my bottom lip again with his thumb. “Definitely more kissing.”
I can’t help it—I giggle at his words, burying my face in his neck.
“Don’t get shy on me now, Willow. I’m pretty sure you’re the one that kissed me first.”
“I did not,” I say, popping my head back up.
“Oh, yes you did, Goose.” I glare at him as he tucks my hair behind my ear. “But that’s okay. If you hadn’t made the first move, I would have.”
Locking my eyes on his, I say with trepidation, “This changes everything, Dallas.”
“You changed everything the night you walked into my bar, Willow. I was just too stupid to admit it.”
Thunder booms above us, rattling the windows and making me flinch, even though I’m still in his arms.
His hand draws smooth circles on my back. “Relax, Goose.”
Please don’t let me go.
“The worst of the storm is hitting now, according to the weather report. It should calm down around three in the morning.”
Feeling my pulse in my ears, I say, “Then I need you to distract me.”
He lifts my chin so our eyes connect. “Distract you?”
“I’m sure you can think of something,” I say suggestively as tension builds between us again, that sweet sexual tension that has been there since the night we met.
The corner of his mouth lifts. “Yeah, I think I have something in mind.” Before I can say a word, he continues, “Lie back.” Keeping my eyes on his, I follow his command, climbing out of his lap and crawling backward until I feel the wall behind me.
Dallas situates a pillow behind my head and grabs both of my legs, yanking me down so my back is flat.
“Jesus!”
“Don’t worry. You’ll be talking to God soon, but I need you to remember that I’m the one who’s about to make you scream.” I roll my eyes but don’t have much time to think when Dallas starts peeling my leggings down. “Now’s the time to back out if you don’t want this, Willow.”
I swallow down the lump in my throat and nod. “I want this.”
God, do I want this.
Ever since I laid eyes on this man, I’ve been fantasizing about what his mouth would feel like on me, how his touch would ignite my body.
That was before you found out who his dad was, though.
I shove my subconscious out of the way and decide to deal with that another time. I’m pretty sure that fallout is inevitable, so why not enjoy the ride on the way down, right?
“Thank fuck.” He tosses my leggings to the side and then drops his head to my pussy, situating himself between my legs while inhaling my scent. “When’s the last time you’ve been truly worshipped, Willow?” he mumbles against my inner thigh.
I swallow hard as my pulse races. “Never,” I admit embarrassingly.
“Well then, I have one hell of an impression to make on you so no other man gets the opportunity.”
Holy shit.
Smirking up at me, he drags his finger through my slit over the silk of my thong, the silk that is soaked with my arousal from just being near this man for the past half hour.
And then he peels the fabric to the side, baring me to him. Licking his lips, he kisses the inside of my right thigh, then the left, getting closer and closer to where I’m exposed but not touching the part of me where I need him.
“Dallas,” I groan as he chuckles darkly between my thighs.
“Patience, Willow.”
“I don’t have any,” I groan in agony.
“Well, you’re going to find some real quick if you don’t want me to stop.”
He hooks his thumb under the string on my hips, pulling my thong from my body, tossing it on top of my leggings, and then he ever so gently drags the tip of his tongue through my slit as I let out an embarrassing moan.
“Fuck, this pussy is perfect.”
I push myself up on my elbows and watch the man gently tease me with his tongue, drawing light circles around my clit while his eyes are locked on mine.
“Don’t stop.” I clutch onto the hair on the top of his head, relishing in the feeling of his mouth. “More…”
“More what?” he mumbles against me.
“More pressure.”
He grins. “That’s not what I meant.” He stops his movements completely, drawing his head away.
“What are you doing?”
With an arch of his brow, he says, “You’re forgetting the magic word, Willow.”
I glare at him, biting my cheek to keep from screaming. “You and your manners.”
“I told you. Manners go a long way.”
“How about now, Dallas?” I say through clenched teeth, desperation laced in every word.
My body is practically vibrating with need and this man insists on trying to give me a lecture right now?
The smile drops from his face. “Your commands might work in other aspects of your life, Willow, but when I’m the one touching your pussy, I’m in control.” Why is the way he’s talking to me right now making me even hotter? “Now, do you want to come?”
Tipping my head back, I groan in frustration. “Yes!”
“Then how do you ask?”
Against all of my willpower, I grate through my teeth, “Please.”
“Good girl. Now cover my face with your cum.”
That’s when the feminism leaves my body, my desire for control snaps, and I nearly launch from the floor as Dallas feasts on my pussy like a man starved, working my bundle of nerves with his tongue like he’s on a top-secret mission and I’m the one with all of the answers that he needs.
I dig my hand in his thick, black hair, watching him eat me, squirming under his command. “Oh, God…yes…”
“God can’t help you right now, Willow. You wanted this, remember?” he murmurs between licks.
I shamelessly begin to ride his face. “Yes. Shit.” I bite my bottom lip. “Right there…”
He slides a finger inside me and I nearly come apart, his touch so precise as he curls his finger, stroking that magical spot that no other man has ever reached.
“Squeeze my fingers, Willow,” he mumbles against me as he slides another finger in, continuing with that same curling motion.
“Clench that pussy.” I do as he says, tightening around his fingers as he works me higher and higher.
“Fuck, that’s it.” He watches his fingers slide in and out of me, the sight beyond erotic.
“God, I can’t wait for you to squeeze my cock. ”
Dallas puts his tongue back on my clit, taking me higher and higher, playing my body like an expert. His movements are calculated, smooth, and sharp at the same time, like he’s trying to learn my body—like he’s worshipping me just as he said he would.
He reaches up to my chest with his free hand, caressing my breast, pinching my nipple through my bra before dragging his hand down my stomach, teasing my skin with his fingers before he moves back to my chest.
And then he drags his thumb down my bottom lip, making eye contact while his mouth stays on my pussy, so I suck his thumb into my mouth, moaning as I feel my orgasm bloom.
“Dallas…I’m almost there…” I breathe out shamelessly when he takes his hand back, squeezing my hip now, keeping me in place while feeling like I’m about to break out of my skin.
“Come for me, Willow. Fall apart for me, sweetheart.”
And those words are all it takes as with one final stroke, my orgasm detonates, sending me catapulting off a cliff. I moan and suck in air as I convulse, my animalistic sounds echoing off the walls of the small closet until the final wave subsides and I collapse back onto the pillow, out of breath.
“Oh my God,” I breathe out, eyes still closed, legs open, still exposed but too spent to care.
Dallas kisses the inside of my thigh, sucks my arousal from his fingers, and then grabs a blanket, pulling it over me. I vaguely recall the sound of a zipper and then peek to see him taking off his pants, throwing them in the same pile as my leggings.
When he catches me staring, he says, “Don’t worry. We’re not going there tonight, but I can’t sleep in wet jeans.”
“Dallas, that was…”
He crawls over to me, propping himself up on his elbow, peering down at me as I take in his entire physique.
The man looks like he’s photoshopped.
And then I see the bulge in his briefs.
Yeah, there’s no way that’s gonna fit inside me.
But he’s so hard that it looks painful.
I reach out to touch him, wanting to return the favor, desperately wanting to make him feel as good as he made me feel just now, but he stops my hand before I make contact.
“Not tonight.” He shakes his head slowly.
“But…”
“Tonight was about you.” He taps his finger to my nose.
My brows draw together. “That doesn’t seem fair.”
“Trust me, I’m excellent. I have your scent in my beard and your taste on my tongue. I’m plenty satisfied for right now. There will be time for you to repay me later.” I roll my eyes but he leans forward and kisses me, my taste lingering on his lips too. “Now, let’s try to get some sleep.”
“I’m not sure I’ll be able to,” I retort as a yawn escapes my lips. It seems like that orgasm did its job of helping me relax, but the sound of the wind whipping outside and the imminent threat of destruction to my house is sure to keep me up all night.
“I think you’ll be just fine.” He reaches out to brush my hair from my face as I close my eyes, and that’s the last thing I remember until we wake up hours later, the aftermath of our hook-up more evident in the light of day.