Thoroughly pruned, Grace climbed out of the tub feeling refreshed and renewed. She wanted to get started on Dallas’ case. She knew where she wanted to begin with the initial investigation into his birth mother’s disappearance. She’d need some files, the picture in Dallas’ wallet and some assistance from another PI who might be able to trace the doctor that’d mysteriously vanished.
After drying off, she brushed her teeth and checked her face in the bathroom. She had absolutely no makeup to put on. She’d only taken her briefcase with her computer and wallet inside it to the game. Amazingly, even without makeup she looked pretty. Her eyes sparkled and she was flushed from the bath.
She brushed her hair until it fell softly past her shoulders, framing her face. Her mouth looked more swollen than usual, which wasn’t surprising considering what she’d done with him since they’d met. She’d always had what her mom called bee-stung lips, a feature she’d once been embarrassed about. Now she saw that her mouth was sexy. She had a small bite mark on her neck. If felt like a badge of honor. Dallas had put it there and he’d honed in on it many times already. Hopefully, he’d do it more.
Grace found her clothes and Max waiting for her on the bed. “Well hey there big guy,” she greeted him, running her fingers over his smooth coat. “Are you going to get in trouble if I let you stay there?”
“He can stay unless you want to get back into bed with me now,” Dallas answered from the doorway.
She was seriously tempted. But she really should get to work. “Soon, McKay. I need something else from you.” She’d forgotten the t-shirt in the bathroom and quickly dressed in her clean underwear, jeans and bra.
Dallas came up behind her to help with the bra. “Are you sure I can’t persuade you otherwise?” His clever fingers worked to fasten her bra, his nails scratching softly. She felt him lean down behind her, knew exactly when he was going to kiss her neck. Still, she jolted at the sensation of his lips, teeth and tongue working to seduce her back into bed. She leaned back against him, welcoming his warmth. He was wearing sweats and a navy blue t-shirt. Darned if the guy didn’t radiate heat like a sauna and make her want to jump him.
“I’m not so easily seduced,” she said, putting up a brave front, although she knew she’d let Dallas do whatever he wanted.
“I don’t want to seduce you,” he countered, nibbling up to her earlobe to suckle her flesh into his mouth.
Grace arched back into him, totally enthralled. “Then what do you want, McKay? I’ve work to do.”
“You already know. Work can wait a little while longer.” His hands trailed down her ribs, tracing a path around to her belly where he caught her zipper. Without pausing, he unbuttoned her and slid the zipper down. “Snow’s falling at a heavy rate. Forecast on TV isn’t promising an end until the middle of the night or tomorrow morning.”
“Damn, no date night,” she said as Dallas’ right hand delved between her legs, finding her slit. His thumb brushed her soft muff. His middle finger found her clit, stroking it out from its protective hood.
“Think of today as one long date in a snowstorm,” he said, his rough sexy voice making her melt. “Come on, baby, give in for a little while. Play hooky with me for an hour or two.”
“Two?” she repeated.
“Or three, whatever works,” he said. “Whatever you want.”
“I want you. You know that.”
“Then why hesitate?”
Grace grabbed his hand before he could finger-fuck her. “I’m not hesitating, exactly. We do need to cover one thing.”
“I understand about using condoms. I’ve got a box full. It won’t change how much I want you.”
“I was thinking more about letting you know that I’m clean,” she said.
“Yeah, and I am too.” Dallas kept his hand where he wanted, something that didn’t surprise Grace. Slowly, he shifted his wrist, getting her to free his hand. “I can show you the results of my last physical if you need it.”
“Oh, no, no,” she assured. “I believe you. I think we’re close to going without condoms. Maybe not today, but I suspect soon we’ll be exclusive.”
“You need to know something, Gracie. I really like being with you and I’ve no intention of dating anyone else while I’m with you. When the time’s right, we’ll know when it’s safe to go bare.”
Grace wondered how long that would be. There was no way either of them could know. “I wouldn’t date anyone else, either,” she told him.
“I’m sure you wouldn’t. But I said something wrong there.”
“No, you didn’t.” Shifting around, she turned so she could hold him. “You’re such a good man. But you have the power to break my heart. I’m really scared.”
“Oh, baby, you have that same power over me. It’s a chance I’m willing to take,” he assured, smoothing her hair back from her face. “Sometimes couples hurt each other. I’m going to do whatever I can to avoid hurting you. If I do, I’ll make up for it.”
A couple, he’d called them a couple. “We’re a couple?”
“We became one when we danced last night,” he said. “Before that, I don’t know. I wanted to get you into bed the second I saw you. After I’d taken you into my arms, my feelings went beyond physical. I didn’t want to let go.”
“Me either,” she admitted.
“Let’s get these off you,” he suggested, running his hands over her jean-clad hips. “And Max off the bed.”
“The big sofa over by the fireplace is looking comfortable,” she said. “Max can stay on the bed.”
“I like your thinking.” He kissed her quick, then unfastened her bra. Before she could blink, he had the bra off, her jeans to her ankles and her underwear falling down her thighs.
“You work fast,” she teased, kicking her clothes out of the way.
“It’s my job to be fast,” he said. “Don’t worry, I’ll go nice and slow this time, baby.”
“I wasn’t complaining.”
Dallas grinned as he took her hand, stopped at the bedside table to get a strip of condoms and led her toward the big, brown sofa. He took a seat, bringing her forward to straddle his lap.
“Kiss me, baby,” he said, wrapping his arms around her.
Grace leaned in, whispering little, soft kisses upon his mouth. Dallas let her set the pace. His fingers tightened at her waist, letting her know to keep going. She slipped her tongue out, running it along the seam of his lips. He still wore his clothes, but she didn’t mind. She’d get him naked soon. Right now, she just wanted to enjoy kissing Dallas McKay.
Gradually, his right hand skimmed up her spine, grasping her neck and some of her hair. She thrust her tongue into the recesses of his mouth, taking her time exploring the ridges at the roof of his mouth, loving the taste of mint toothpaste and the decadent seduction of his tongue wrapping around hers.
Dallas’ left hand explored and caressed. Wherever he touched, goose bumps danced along her skin. Even without manipulation, her nipples stabbed into the air. Growling low in his throat, he proved that he’d known what she needed and began caressing her right breast.
Grace arched her back, hoping he’d squeeze her flesh. He didn’t disappoint. He squeezed and cupped, caressed and played. Her nipples ached, yet he hadn’t touched them. “Please, Dallas, my nipples. Touch me.”
“I’m getting there,” he whispered, running his lips down her throat. “Lean back, I won’t let you fall.”
He moved, placing his arms behind the small of her back as a brace. Grace did as he’d asked, leaning back into his hold. Knowing she was relying on him to keep her from falling backward, she felt weightless and suspended. He was in total control and she’d given it to him.
With her breasts completely bared to him, she waited for him to lean down and feast. His face dipped closer, becoming a blur, and finally, finally, his tongue flicked out to tangle with her right nipple. Going very, very slow, he licked her, circling her erect nub. The warm, wet seduction of his mouth pulled her taut
nipple in, drawing on her without mercy.
Grace cried out, “Yes, oh, yes.” Hearing her voice, she gasped at how needy she sounded. Dallas sucked her other areola deep into the heat of his mouth, tonguing her nipple up against the roof of his mouth to suck even harder.
“Fuck,” she cursed as he might have. She didn’t care. It felt great, amazing. Each lick and suck of her nipple sent shock waves of arousal to her core, getting her so wet she could feel herself dripping.
The edge of his teeth scraped the base of her nipple, dragging up the tender morsel, then going back down. This time he suckled only her nipple, feeding her desire by keeping her flesh trapped between his teeth and keeping her hovering between white-hot pleasure and the sting of sharp need. After her surgery, there’d been a time when she’d lost sensation. Now that she was fully healed, she loved nipple play. Dallas made it so much better.
He released her and glanced down at his work. Grace’s gaze followed his. Her right nipple was swollen, red and wet. “The other,” she whispered, wanting to return to that realm of heat, suction and biting teeth.
Dallas grinned devilishly. “Who’s in charge of your body, Grace?”
“The man holding me,” she said.
“Don’t forget that,” he warned, bowing his head to blow moist, warm breath over her left nipple. Expecting him to suck, she braced herself. But Dallas shook his head. “Slow enough for you, baby?”
“Any slower and I might pummel you,” she muttered, wanting to whimper when all he did was blow on her.
Her crazy nipple responded, growing as pointed as the right. She needed his mercy and the white-hot sensation of his mouth ravaging her breast. Dallas nuzzled his face between her breasts. “Sometime soon I’m going to fuck your gorgeous tits.” He nipped the curve of her left breast, sucking her skin into his mouth to leave another love-bite. “I want to see cum dripping all over them and you licking it from my fingers until there’s nothing left.”
“I’d take it all.”
“Put your legs on either side of my waist,” he told her, helping her shift. She tucked her feet right up against the back of the sofa, her bare calves were pressed against his hips and her legs were parted around him, her knees slightly bent.
“Sweet pussy,” he praised, looking right at her quim. When they’d repositioned, he’d knocked a throw pillow to the floor. “Bend all the way down to the floor so your head rests on the pillow. I’ve got you.”
Grace was a little scared. She’d never tried gymnastic moves during sex, but because Dallas was strong, she slowly bent backward. It felt like she was falling. He guided her descent and didn’t let her crash. Her head came to rest on the pillow, her arms and shoulders on the braided rug.
“Watch me tongue-fuck you if you can,” he said, staring at the way she was displayed. Her pussy was completely exposed to him as he bent at the waist. “Hold my ankles.” Grace moved her arms so she could.
Dallas’ right hand skimmed over her abdomen. For the first time, she didn’t see the wideness of her hips or her lack of definition at her waist. She noticed how long and soft her legs looked compared to his hard, athletic muscles. She saw her flat abs beneath his long, splayed fingers. Her full, round breasts were slightly flattened breasts by her position, but they bounced whenever she breathed or flexed. For a second, she wondered if he’d see the thin surgical scars, but he was focusing more on her nipples and the room was dull gray rather than sunlit.
His tanned skin looked fascinating compared to her pale complexion. He was so beautiful, even his fingers looked perfect as they came to rest on her left breast to pinch the nipple between his thumb and index finger. And then he bowed his dark head lower, offering a gentle kiss at the apex of her pussy. Grace melted in a flood of arousal. She was restrained by the position he’d placed her. Yet she’d never felt so sensual. He tongued her slit, finding her clitoris and teasing her until her whole body shook. Hot breath and his moist, seductive tongue swiped over her, alternating between fast and slow. It felt so good, propelling her quickly toward orgasm. Just when she thought she’d come, he switched tactics, his tongue dancing lightly along her labia.
She tried to push her pussy into his face, wanting more. But he tightened the pinch of his fingers on her nipple, stretching her flesh taut. Ecstasy radiated to her pussy, the thrill of being mastered so sweetly leaving her breathless and wanton.
“Be still,” he grumbled, continuing to tongue her clit.
“I need to come,” she confessed, feeling the spiral of need in her core.
He drew back, his gaze meeting hers. “Come as much as you want,” he permitted and zeroed in on her aching nub. Dallas trapped her flesh in his mouth and sucked. Grace’s insides drew as tight as a bowstring, snapping when he nipped her. She came in a rush of damp heat that left her longing for more.
He knew it, the clever devil. He was grinning. She could feel it against her pussy. Then he resumed the lick, flick and suck of her nubbin, speeding her right back to heaven. Purposefully, he licked and nibbled her pussy lips, taking his time, letting her feel the slight roughness of his bites.
When she thought he’d let up, he licked the opening of her vagina and his tongue prodded her opening. “Oh jeez,” she whispered, grasping his ankles.
Dallas’ tongue penetrated her far deeper than he’d done before. Her position made it possible, letting her feel the length and slickness of his probing tongue. The heat and intimacy left her panting and completely unaware that she was clawing his legs. Blood rushed to her head and her pussy, bringing her closer to another orgasm.
He moaned and hummed low in his throat, growling in appreciation. He kept toying with her nipple, keeping her on a razor thin edge that would have been painful if he exerted any more pressure. His tongue fucked slowly in and out of her. Only when her pussy began clenching him did he withdraw to frantically lick her erect clit. Grace flew apart, trying desperately to fuck his face. All she could do was let him gently ravage her pussy. Gradually, he withdrew, soothing her while she soared into indescribable oblivion.
At some point he must have lifted her off the floor. The next thing she knew, she was straddling his hips. Dallas’ sweats were shoved to his knees, his cock was covered with a condom and his shirt was gone. He was huge, hard and pre-cum was moistening the inside tip of his condom. “Fuck me, baby.”
She climbed up his chest, wrapped her arms around his neck and lowered herself onto his waiting cock. Being on top, she was able to control the pace. She took him slowly, inch by thick inch, loving the feel of being stretched and full, so very full. Once she was seated, she began to rock her hips, maneuvering herself like she was driving a stick shift.
Dallas’ gaze found hers. His defined masculine lips were parted, giving her a glimpse of straight, white teeth. His straight hair, as dark and soft as a raven’s wing, hung to his broad shoulders. He looked beautiful.
A playful spank made her yelp. Understanding what he needed, she smiled and lifted, let herself plunge back down, then lifted again. She felt him deep, wanting to love him with all of her strength. And she did, fucking him until they were both moaning and dripping with sweat and the musky smell of sex was all around them.
Dallas rammed his cock up into her hard, his finger coming to tap her clit. Her inner muscles clenched and released, sending her careening back to ecstasy. His face froze, his eyes rolling back in his head. Cum flowed from her pussy, but she wished it was his too. The condom prevented it, but the lubrication helped her imagine being flooded.
For a long time, Grace kept him inside her, letting him rock back against the sofa and hold her. “Damn, Gracie,” he said, his voice harsh and deep. “You blow my fucking mind.”
“Feeling’s mutual, McKay,” she confessed, loving the way he held her close. “Just goes to show you that the best things can happen when you least expect them to.”
“That it does, baby.” He hugged her, kissing the top of her head. “Want me to build a fire? We can stay here for awhile and
talk.”
“Yes, I’d like that, if it’s not any trouble.”
Dallas maneuvered out from under her, gently easing Grace back against the cushions. It wasn’t cold in the room, but he grabbed a throw from the recliner and laid it over her. He removed his condom and pulled up his sweats, not bothering to find his shirt.
There was kindling and several Duraflame logs sitting in a bin beside the fireplace. He quickly grabbed up a stack of kindling, newspaper and a log and set everything like a mini-tepee. There were smaller real logs in the bin too. He picked up one to place it on the pile. Fireplace matches sat on the mantle. He struck one and knelt to light the paper and the fire log. It didn’t take long for the small flame to catch onto the rest of the wood. Warmth radiated from the hearth, casting a pretty yellow and orange glow about the intimate nook.
“What made you design your bedroom like this?” she asked curiously.
“I like spending time in here,” he answered. “After a game or a difficult practice, I’ll sit here and read or watch some game footage on the flat screen.”
Grace didn’t see a flat screen television. Dallas grabbed a remote from beside the photo of his family. He pushed a button and a wooden panel off to the side of the fireplace slid back, revealing the TV.
“Cool,” she said. “Can I ask you something?”
“Feel free.”
He came back to the sofa and stretched out next to her. They had to move around until they rested on their sides, facing the fire. Dallas was against the back of the sofa with his arms wrapped around her from behind, keeping her from falling off.
“What’s it like to be a football star?” She hoped she wasn’t offending him. He was a great guy, sure, yet she wanted to understand him. “I mean, you’re on posters and have several endorsements and camps for at-risk urban students. Magazines tout you as the most eligible bachelor among the Griffins.”
“Honestly, sometimes it’s a gigantic pain in the ass,” he answered. “Fans can be nasty or resentful if they want an autograph and they catch me at a bad time and I have to say no. As you know from what happened to Kyran and Anna, the paparazzi itch to find a story at anyone’s expense. When I dated Robyn the press was clamoring to know when we’d get engaged. Looking back on it, I’m sure she fed those rumors.”
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