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…”