Protecting Dallas

Moving seductively, I shimmied out of my shorts and let them drop. Then I hooked two thumbs into either side of my thong, pulling the straps away from my hips an inch or two.

“These also?”

He seemed to consider it for a moment as he took a small sip of the amber liquid. Ice cubes rattled around in the glass.

“No,” he said finally. “Those can stay.”

I let the straps snap back into place. Setting my hands on my hips, I waited for his next set of instructions.

This is fun…

“You ready to do anything I want?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“That’s why I’m here.”

“Good. Now get on your knees.”

I took two steps forward onto a thin Persian rug before dropping obediently to the floor. Through it all, I maintained complete eye contact.

“What now?” I asked sweetly.

“Crawl over here,” he said. “Slowly.”

One side of my mouth curled into a grin. He was still staring. Still looking through me with those amazing blue-green eyes, which somehow seemed impossibly bright and beautiful against his darker hair and complexion.

“Now, Dallas.”

I moved. It happened without thinking; one second I was kneeling before the door, the next I was crawling slowly over to where he sat. Austin swung his legs open, revealing two toned, mocha-colored thighs. They were manly thighs — incredibly strong and muscular. Shit, never had a guy’s legs seemed so sexy before.

That’s because you’re at eye-level, the little voice in my head said. You’re practically kneeling between his legs.

I was, and that was perfectly okay. Especially considering the bulge between his legs, straining hard against the fabric of his grey boxer-briefs.

“You wanna touch it?”

He’d seen me looking. Apparently I’d lost our little staring contest.

“You can, you know.”

Austin shifted forward a bit, relaxing even more into his chair. I heard the tinkling of ice again as he took another sip of his drink.

I sighed internally, letting my eyes drag over his body. He was quite literally perfect. Silently I thanked whichever SEAL instructors had honed and sculpted his magnificent body, giving it a lean, chiseled strength that made me want to taste every delicious inch of him. I loved the smell of his skin. The cut of his perfect, washboard abs…

He’s amazing.

I slid upward along his body, gently kissing that beautiful stomach. I found myself kissing his chest, circling one dark nipple with my tongue. I kissed his neck, reaching that impeccably-trimmed goatee, and then suddenly I was pressing my lips against his. Breathing his breath as I caressed his face, our tongues gliding together.

God…

His mouth was all sweet and delicious from the bourbon or whiskey or whatever the hell he was drinking. Either way I loved it; every square inch of him tasted like man. I felt myself going light-headed. My mind, giddy and swimming…

I could kiss him like this forever.

Austin’s hand slid over my head and suddenly he was pushing me back down. Firmly. Insistently…

A not so subtle reminder — I was there for him.

“There’s my girl…”