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Christ, he was hot—scorching. I could feel the heat pooling between my thighs as they craved his touch. I wanted it so badly I was ready to beg like a dirty little whore.
Without thinking, I sucked his thumb into my mouth, tasting the delicious salt on his skin. Swirling my tongue around the tip with a soft moan as if that would give a good indication of exactly what I wanted.
Him.
Without wasting any more time, he pulled his hand away from my face, replacing his thumb with tender, warm lips, mine partingto welcome his tongue as it forced a moan from within my throat the deeper it went.
Gripping my thigh, he lifted my leg, wrapping it around his hip as he pressed his weight into me until I was flush against the wall once more, my hips rolling against him with feral need.
His fingers dug deeper into my skin, enough to leave a bruise, and all I could think was of how badly I wanted him to mark me—to wake up in the morning knowing all of this was real and not some alcohol-induced fever dream.
“Wait.” I pulled away from his lips with enraptured, lust-filled breaths, my palms pressed firmly against his chest. “What’s your name?”
I shouldn’t have asked or even cared, but something inside me was desperate to know. I needed the name of the man who managed to suck all of the air from my lungs with just his light touch.
“You can call me Dallas, sweet girl.” His voice was a purr, and I felt myself melting against him even further.
Dallas… a dancer—thedancer. Holy fuck.
At my pause, Dallas chuckled proudly, licking his lips before tilting his head to press them along the side of my neck.
He knew I was eating out of the palm of his hand, and like before, I didn’t care.
After everything that had happened.
I wanted to escape—just for one night.
He could have me—all of me.
“What? Disappointed that I’m not just a waiter, and I like to service my own tables?”
“N-no I just-just…” My slurring was getting worse the longer he held me in place, fighting the burning desire for him and the champagne-induced coma that was looming over me.
“Seeing as I’ve given you mine. Why don’t you give me yours? You’re far too pretty to remain nameless.”
Pretty…
When was the last time a man ever said I was pretty?
Did Connor ever say it? Even once?
A word so simple, yet hearing it pass his lips sparked something deep within me. Something that had been left behind and long forgotten—a piece of me that was slowly awakening from its dark slumber.
“Bria.” I breathed in response, swallowing hard as my heart pounded against my chest, adrenaline washing over my senses.
“Beautiful name for an even more alluring woman.” His lips grazed against the shell of my ear, and I felt like I was going to come from his words alone.What the fuck was happening to me right now?“What do you want, Bria?”
“D-Dallas.” I gasped with a desperate moan of thirst.
I wanted to drink him like a fine fucking wine while he dined on me like a Michelin-star meal.
The chuckle that followed his name passing my lips was anything but holy—pure, depraved sin, and I found myself drowning—consumed by it.
Chapter 11
Dallas
Thewaysheutteredmy name was sweet music to my ears—Bria.A name that was as beautiful and strong as she presented herself.
