Loving Dallas(39)

I walk away.





23 | Dallas

EITHER SOMEONE IS KNOCKING ON MY DOOR OR I CHANGED MY alarm to the sound of hammers on my skull.

“Go away!” I holler, though it’s muffled by my pillow.

The past week has been a blur. I can’t even remember exactly which city I’m in and I don’t necessarily want to yet. I just want to sink back into blissful sleep.

“Dallas Walker Lark, I know you do not think you’re going to just sit in your room alone in New Orleans and not go out and see the town.” Robyn’s voice fills my hotel room. “Move your ass and answer this door. There is fun to be had.”

Ah yes, New Orleans. I make a groaning sound with my face still half in my pillow. Scrambling out of bed and remembering that I decided to sleep nude last night, I wrap the bedsheet around my waist. I stumble to the door and open it, greeting Robyn with “I’m tired. I need sleep, woman.”

“You can sleep when you’re dead,” she tells me, following me back inside toward my bed. “You played an awesome show last night. We have to celebrate.”

She’s right—the show did go well. But it ran so late we didn’t get a chance to hang out afterward. We haven’t had a chance to spend a moment alone since Charlotte. So I have some ideas about how I’d like to celebrate with Robyn. None of them involve leaving this bed. I dive back in and bury my face in the pillow that mercifully blocks the light from the blinds she’s throwing open.

Robyn yanks at my covers so I roll over and grab her wrist, yanking her into the bed with me.

“Wake up, Johnny Cash,” she says with a laugh. “I’ll even let you wear black and the dark sunglasses all around town.”

I inhale her clean, just-showered scent while pulling her in closer to me.

“Get naked, Breeland. Those are the rules of this bed.”

“I’m not technically in the bed.”

“Doesn’t matter. You’re on it. Still counts.”

I reach for her but she pulls back. “Come on! There is gumbo and beignets to be had. Street performers to be seen! I’ll even let you order food from something with wheels.” She stands up, leaving the reach of my arms, and I groan.

“I will happily perform for you in this bed all day. Just get naked first.”

A pillow hits me in the head.

“That’s it. You asked for it.”

I jump up in my birthday suit and chase after her in all my buck-naked glory. Robyn runs to the bathroom and tries to shut me out, but I’m a hell of a lot stronger than her so I force the door open and wrap her in my arms. She stops giggling, stares at me with this wicked grin of hers, and I am so owned. But there’s no need for her to know that.

Reaching around her, I grab the shower lever and turn on the water full blast, leaving it completely on cold.

I lift her inside and she screams and squeals so loud it should shatter the glass.

“Oh my God! Dallas! I’ve already had a shower! And that is f*cking cold!”

She braces herself with her arms, which provide no shield against the frozen stream whatsoever. But when I look down and her hard pearled nipples are protruding from her white tank top, my focus shifts from punishment to pleasure.

“Lose the clothes and I’ll turn the warm water on.” We’ve been dancing around each other, flirting and making dirty promises, since we agreed to this new arrangement. It’s time to put up or shut up.

“Same rules as your bed then?” The glint in her emerald eyes tells me she’s ready. We’re ready.

Her teeth are chattering so I take pity on her and shove the lever to the warmer side.

“No, baby. Naked in the shower just makes more sense.”

She tosses a rag at me when I step in and I let it fall to the floor in favor of removing her soaked clothing. After I’ve peeled the last item off her body, I let my hands roam in slow appreciation.

As the water heats, so does the look in her eyes.

“What happened to waiting for me to initiate the sex? I was starting to think you were going to make me beg.” She arches an eyebrow and gives me a challenging grin.

“This isn’t sex. This is just good morning.” I press my gaze hard into hers as my hand slips between her thighs. “I meant what I said. I am going to wait. I’m going to wait right here until you’re ready.”

I tease her outer folds with my fingertips. A whimper that sounds close enough to “please” for me escapes her lips and I slide my middle finger into her slick, pulsating heat.

“Fuck,” I moan, knowing exactly how good that clenching is going to feel on my cock. But not yet. Not until she’s sure she wants this with me.

I kneel down, blinking through the water droplets pelting my face, and stare up at her. She arches an interested brow, and I place openmouthed kisses on her inner thighs.

She slides her fingers into my hair. The heat in her gaze is all the permission I need, but I’ll wait for the words.

“Good morning, Robyn.”

“Good morning, Dallas,” she whispers.

I wait patiently until she nods, giving me the permission I’m seeking. I won’t push her past this, but I won’t leave this shower until she’s sated.

Robyn throbs against my mouth, her hips jerking forward the moment my tongue invades the space between her folded flesh.