Page 55 of Love Songs

“Stay,” Dallas said, pulling me down to the bed after we coasted back to earth from our orgasmic high and cleaned up.

Hell yeah, I want to stay.

“I shouldn’t be here when your daughter wakes up,” I said reluctantly, even as I crawled back into bed and slipped my arm around his shoulders, drawing him closer to me.

“Then set an alarm.” He snuggled into my side and rested his head on my chest with a satisfied sigh. “But I don’t want you to go. Not yet.”

“Okay.” Like I could argue with him. “For a little while.”

“Good.” He rocked tighter against me.

I wanted to ask him where we went from here, if there was an us—couldbe an us—but his breathing deepened and evened out. His body melted against me, and I knew he’d fallen asleep. I kissed his forehead and closed my eyes. That I had to get up and set the alarm was the last thing to cross my mind before falling into the most restful sleep I’d had since Dallas had left.

I TRIED TOclimb stealthily out of bed the next morning, but Dallas reached for me, his hot hand on my biceps stopping me mid-rise.

“No, don’t go,” he grumbled. His voice was rough with sleep and his eyes were still closed. “Why are you up so early?”

I lowered back to his side, his skin warm and comforting, and kissed him.

“Body clock.” I nuzzled his ear. “I’ve always been an early riser.”

“Blasphemy.” He grunted, snuggling closer.

Chuckling, I planted a kiss on the end of his nose. “And I should get out of here before your daughter wakes up.”

“She’s a teenager. She won’t be awake for at least a couple more hours,” Dallas mumbled against my chest. “Stay.”

I hesitated for only a second, because of course I wanted to stay.

“We should make use of the extra time, don’t you think?” I nipped at his shoulder as I slid a hand down his lean torso.

Dallas hummed and rocked his hips toward me. “I like your thinking.”

After a perfect morning blowjob to start the day, I didn’t get back into bed after cleaning us both up. I had visions of Jaylin walking in and catching me with my bare butt hanging out. No thanks.

“I really have to get out of here now,” I said to a blissfully sated Dallas. His skin flushed a pretty pink.

He huffed. “Fine. Okay. But meet us in the lobby for breakfast?”

“I will.” I kissed him again before forcing myself to leave. If I didn’t stop now, I’d never stop. “Text me when you’re ready.”

I pulled the covers up and tucked the blanket around him, earning a lazy smile and a kiss on the back of my hand, then snuck out of the hotel suite as quiet as possible. I grinned at the concierge, who raised a judgmental eyebrow at me as I passed the front desk, and headed outside to wait in my truck for Dallas’s text. More than anything, I wanted to still be in bed with him, taking our time and exploring each other’s bodies all day.

After what felt like forever but was less than half an hour, my phone pinged, and an ear-to-ear smile spread across my face.Ugh. I needed to get a grip. I was acting like a lovesick teenager instead of a full-grown adult.

With a shake of my head, I headed back to the lobby, fighting the urge to run the whole way, and found Dallas and Jaylin waiting in the same spot they’d been last night when we’d said goodnight—at least temporarily for Dallas and me. Only difference being they were wearing different clothes today—Dallas in a white button down open at the collar, a faded jean jacket over top, decadently snug jeans, and boots, and Jaylin in an oversized plum-colored hoodie with ripped jeans and bright yellow sneakers with pink laces.

And me . . .

Jaylin looked me up and down, and a wide, knowing grin crossed her face.

“You’re wearing the same clothes as last night,” she said with a giggle.

I felt my cheeks heat. So much for playing it cool and thinking I got away with sneaking out this morning.

“Who says they’re the same clothes?” I countered and raised an eyebrow. “Maybe I have a closet full of matching shirts and jeans.”

I did, actually, have several matching shirts and jeans. It made deciding what to wear less stressful.

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