Page 54 of Love Songs

“You too,” she said and waved while Dallas watched with a soft smile. “See you around.”

“See you, Jaylin,” I replied, my voice sounding subdued to my ears.

She tucked her arm into the crook of Dallas’s elbow, then she and Dallas crossed the lobby and disappeared down the hall.

I shoved my hands into my pockets and rocked on my heels. Waiting was hard. Even though he’d just left, waiting to seeDallas again was even harder. I puffed out a breath of pent-up air and sat in one of the comfortable leather chairs in the lobby.

After the longest twenty minutes of my entire life, I rushed back to the cottage suite like I was being chased by the hounds of hell. Instead of knocking when I reached his door, I pulled my phone from my back pocket and sent Dallas a quick text, letting him know I was there.

A second later, the door opened and once again, my stomach swooped at the sight of Dallas standing there. With a heart-melting smile and fire in his eyes, Dallas silently took my hand and led me through the suite and into his bedroom.

“What about Jaylin?” I asked in a hush.

“She sleeps like a log,” he replied, quietly closing the door behind him. “But don’t be screaming loud enough to shake the foundations when I rock your world.”

A thrill rushed through me at those words. “I seem to remember you being the excessively vocal person.”

With a soft grin, he stepped forward, cupped my face in his hands, and kissed me. Oh, how I’d longed for those lips. For the way they molded so perfectly against mine. For the silky way they felt as they moved so passionately over mine. For the spicy hint of ginger on his tongue from the tea he loved to drink. Nothing felt or tasted better than Dallas Blade.

“I’ve missed you,” he purred between desperate kisses.

My heart ignited at his confession. “I’ve missed you, too.”

He lifted my shirt over my head and kissed my bare chest. His satin lips and hot breath ghosting my skin and drawing groans of pleasure from me as I struggled to keep quiet.

“Your skin tastes so good,” Dallas whispered.

“I’ve been dying to taste yours again,” I echoed softly, leaning back to unbutton his shirt and push it off his shoulders.

I captured a hard nipple with my mouth, sucking it inside and swirling my tongue around it. A decadent moan escapedfrom Dallas while his whole body quivered. A wave of pride washed through me that I’d been the one to make him tremble with need, and loving how responsive he was to me.

We divested each other of the rest of our clothing in a frantic tangle of hands and limbs. Dallas seemed as eager as me, unable to wait another second to see and taste and feel all that luscious skin. He grabbed my hand and tugged me onto the bed with him.

“I want you so bad,” Dallas said, his golden-tipped hair fanned out on the pillow and the soft glow from the nightstand lamp giving him an ethereal radiance. “You have no idea how much.”

“Pretty sure I do,” I replied as I settled myself over him, our limbs notching together like Tetris blocks.

Dallas grabbed the lube and condoms from under the pillow and pushed them against my chest.

“Hurry,” he rasped, his gaze intense and imploring. “I need to feel you.”

I felt his desperation like a living thing pulling at me.

“Don’t have to ask me twice.”

But I took my time getting him ready. I wanted to rush. I wanted to dive inside and feel every scorching inch of him around me, too. I wanted him so badly my hands shook, but no way would I risk hurting him because I couldn’t control my patience and didn’t prep him properly.

“Hurry, hurry, hurry,” he keened as I gently, carefully, worked him into a writhing mass of nerves and need.

I claimed his mouth to swallow his moans because the last thing I wanted was for Jaylin to hear us from across the suite. Exhibitionism wasn’t my thing, and I wasn’t about to start with a teenager.

When I was confident that he was finally ready, when he could no longer form coherent words, I sank into him.Homeechoed through my mind, and a sigh of contentment drifted from my lips. He stared up with at me with those electric eyes of his, so full of desire and adoration, that my breath stuttered.

How could he have come to mean so much to me in so short a time? I had no idea why he was here in town again or for how long he was going to stay, but I wanted to spend every minute with him. Preferably in bed, but I would take whatever I could get. So long as I could watch the light glitter in his eyes, smell the warm, amber-breeze scent of his skin, taste the ginger on his tongue, I would be happy.

We moved together in perfect unison, our groans and moans muffled by our kisses, but they still sounded loud to my ears. I was having trouble remembering why that was a worry. Dallas gripped my shoulders, my ribs, my hips, hard enough that I was sure I’d have an abstract hand-print bruise pattern along my torso. I would wear it proudly.

And when I came right after he had, with my hand over his mouth to muffle his shout, I felt like I’d been christened by fire. Like a spark igniting a flame, change was coming. A new life was in front of me, and while I didn’t know what that would look like, I vowed to make sure it included Dallas.

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