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“Cute little weird noises?”

“That’s what they sound like to me.”

And that’s what I get for lying. “Fine. I was having deep thoughts about my past and since no good can come from that, I’ll focus on the hot guy who is trying to carry me to bed so we can have the best nude sleepover in the history of nude sleepovers.”

“There’s my Paige.” Satisfied with my answer, he walks the rest of the way inside. I get a glimpse of light grey walls, dark hardwood floors and a massive dresser on one side.

He turns. “What do you think of the bed?”

I sit up a little, only to find the biggest bed I’ve ever seen in my life in the middle of the longest wall in the room. “Is that a California king?”

“More like two of them shoved together. My feet hang off the ends of regular kings and the California isn’t wide enough for me. I like to sleep like a starfish.”

“I’d like to see that.”

“You can sleep on top of me, if you want.”

“What about under you?”

“As sexy as that sounds, if I were dead to the world, I’d squish you flat.”

The image that springs to mind makes me laugh so hard that I throw my head back and cackle like a witch. It’s not my best laugh, but it is the truest. “Oh my gosh. One time, I had to read a book called Flat Stanley to the power-hour toddler group. I’d be Flat Paige and knowing what I want to happen tonight, I’d be nude. So… it would have to be in the adult section of the library.”

“Glad to see your funny bone is working right.” With a swift kiss that leaves me breathless, he places me on his bed. The mattress and covers are so soft that I want to throw myself back and sink into it. “It’s time for your reward, bright eyes.”

“For what—making corny jokes?”

“Wearing my jersey tonight and bringing dinner… and looking so fucking hot.” His big hands go to either side of my hips. The look in his forest-colored eyes makes me squirm. It’s as if he wants to devour me. “You didn’t give me the option when we had dinner last week, but I’m going to get down on my knees for you and eat your pussy for dessert. That is, if you don’t object.”

How could any woman object to Dallas doing anything to their body? “You are?”

“Oh, yeah.” He drops to his knees, his head dipping to nip between my thighs. I squeal a little in excitement and shock. “How about a little pussy for dessert? I promise to eat every last bite. Won’t waste a drop.”

Slowly, he inches his hands up my legs and to my waist, then tucks his fingers under the top of my leggings and tugs. I lift a little, making it easier for him to pull them down.

He smiles wolfishly as my pale skin is revealed to him inch by inch. “Bare underneath. You think of everything.”

My hands come up, fluttering in the air before settling at my sides. It’s not like I don’t know what do—I just don’t know what to do with him. He looks excited. He acts like this is the only thing he wants to do in his life.

Dallas licks his lips, and I almost burst into flames right then.

“Ready?”

“I’m dying.”

He grins that familiar smirk and lowers his head… finally, finally putting his mouth on me. Without saying another word, he parts me, his thumbs gentle as they stroke my skin. His tongue flicks out, then presses against my clit. I close my eyes, moaning loudly.

I half expect him to make a comment or brag, but he doesn’t. Instead, he’s concentrating on licking me like there is no tomorrow.

Suddenly, he stops, murmuring, “Put your legs over my shoulders, bright eyes.”

Oh, sweet Lord. I do as he says, giving him better access as his wide shoulders press closer. Dallas resumes his sweet torture, making my hips thrust up when he starts to tongue me.

Holy crap, he’s good.

He slides one of his thick fingers inside me, where I’m so, so wet, and the feel of it almost sends me over the edge before I want to fall. And when he starts to suck my clit and pump his finger in and out, I grab his head.

Hold on for dear life.

Grind against him and hope he doesn’t need air to breathe.

I moan his name.

He nips at me, making stars spark against the backs of my eyes.

Dragging his finger out, he pushes back in and finds the spot. The one that makes me come on command.

This time, I scream—maybe his name or God’s. My body moves frantically against him, wanting more, and he gives it all. He makes me come for so long that I eventually stop moving and let him lick me until my hands relax enough to let go of his hair.

He lifts his head, his lips shiny as he licks them. “How was that?”

“You have to ask?”

“Yes.”

“It was freaking amazing.”

“Amazing enough for us go another round tonight?”

“I don’t know if I could survive.”

He pushes to his feet, looming over me until he bends to kiss my lips. I slip my tongue inside his mouth, tasting myself on his tongue. We stay like this for a while, neither of us in a hurry to stop.

When he finally pulls away, his green gaze burns into mine. “You are beautiful when you come.”

A thousand replies spring to mind, but all I can say is… “Thank you.”