The Lawyer (The Dalton Brothers 1)

Dominick

I’d tasted her.

In a way I never normally tasted women.

With my tongue on her clit, my fingers deep inside her pussy, her voice screaming my fucking name.

Watching her shudder wasn’t just sexy; it was beautiful.

And even though she’d only been in my life for a short time, the amount of real estate she took up in my brain made it feel like much longer.

But just because I’d caved, that didn’t mean she was getting the more that she wanted.

In a week, Kendall was going to start filming, and my opinion hadn’t changed. Photos of her would drop in the media, and her following would double every day, her popularity soaring.

No matter how I feel about her, I don’t need that kind of ride.

And that was what I repeated in my head when I woke up the next morning, her face nuzzled against my chest while she slept.

Damn it, she was gorgeous at this hour.

Her makeup had long worn off, her locks untamed and wild. The tiny freckles on the highest part of her cheeks unhidden. I was just running my fingers through her hair when her eyes fluttered awake.

“Mmm,” she groaned. “Hi.”

“Good morning.”

She pulled the blanket up to her neck, covering the body I’d been admiring.

“Did you sleep well?” I asked.

“Too good. What time is it?” She leaned over me, checking the clock on my nightstand. “Nine thirty. Wow, I can’t believe I slept this late. I’m usually up so early.”

I traced her face, her skin so incredibly soft. “I think that’s my fault. I wasn’t exactly gentle on you last night.”

She laughed, a sound so unique to her. “No, you weren’t, and I loved every second.” She leaned up on her elbow, holding her face with her palm. “I especially loved how it started with this …” She ran her fingers across my lips, her exhale emphasizing how much she had enjoyed my tongue.

I lowered to her navel, tightening my grip. “Do you want it again?”

“I can’t right now. I really have to get going … but yesss.”

I chuckled at her cuteness.

“Dominick, I have so much unpacking to do. I don’t even know where to start. I moved out of my apartment a few days ago, and my new place looks like a tornado. My stuff is everywhere, and I need to make it all cozy before filming starts.”

“I’ll give you a lift home.”

She was tickling my chest, rubbing my patch of hair. “You’re sure?”

“I carried you out of the bar last night. The least I can do is take you home.” I kissed the top of her head and climbed out of bed. In my closet, I slipped on some gray sweats and a T-shirt, sticking on a baseball hat so I didn’t have to fuck with my hair.

When I came out, she was leaving the bathroom, wearing that sexy, tiny sapphire dress that showed every dip and curve I had caressed last night.

“Fuck me …”

She came within reach, and I held her waist to get a better view, my dick already so fucking hard. Wanting to see the back, I turned her around. The fabric stretched across her ass, the outline of each cheek taunting me. I moved in closer, positioning my cock in between them.

“Do you feel what you do to me?” I kissed the back of her ear and down to her neck. “How fucking hard you make me?”

“This dress isn’t safe around you.”

“It’s not the dress, Kendall.”

She moaned as my mouth lowered to her collarbone. “I’m never going to get any unpacking done if you take this off me.” She arched her back, shoving her ass into my cock.

I hissed from the friction. “Tease.”

She faced me, giggling. “I’ll go make us some coffee.”

While she disappeared to the kitchen, I went into the bathroom and washed up, and when I joined her, she handed me a to-go mug.

“Just creamer,” she said. “I remember from my last sleepover.”

“You’re good.” I took a sip, the coffee just the way I liked it. “Really good.”

She followed me to the car, and I revved the Porsche as I backed out of the driveaway. “Where’s your new place?”

She clipped her cell into the phone holder on my dash, the route highlighted on her screen, the first driving instruction coming through the speaker.

“I have many talents,” Kendall said, “but navigating this town and giving directions definitely aren’t ones.”

I smiled. “Fair enough.”

I glanced at her when I came to the first Stop sign. The sunlight was shimmering through her dark hair, her blue eyes so vibrant, even from her profile, her skin glowing with a warm tan.

Some women looked like fucking train wrecks in the morning with bags under their eyes and a weird reddish complexion, terrifying without makeup.

Not Kendall.