Strung Tight (The Road To Rocktoberfest #1) - Ann Lister Page 0,36
I wanted to do so many things to and with Dallas, but I had zero game as far as acting on this impulse or initiating it myself. I was practically vibrating with need but had no words in my head to articulate my desires to him so that he might take the lead. I pressed my forehead to Dallas’s and tried to look him in the eye.
“You okay?” Dallas asked.
“I want … fuck, I want so many things,” I admitted.
“Me too,” Dallas said. “Can we lie down?”
He stepped back, then reached out to take my hand and literally led me to my own bed. How was it he had such confidence? I was a few years older, but Dallas seemed to be so much more mature and secure with who he was. I felt so fucking clueless right now, but Dallas made that okay, like he’d lead the way and open my eyes to all of these new incredible feelings.
My bed was a mess when we fell on top of it, but neither of us cared. We met in the middle, and our lips mashed together again. His urgent kisses were the perfect distraction to keep me from falling too deeply into self-doubt.
Focus on feeling. Nothing more.
Shirtless and horizontal. Jesus, was there anything better? Dallas’s fingers started working at my belt buckle, and when the button popped, I felt the tug of the zipper being drawn down. I shivered at the action and what this meant, but I couldn’t remain still a moment longer. I was almost quaking with the need to explore him, like if I waited another second, I’d implode.
My shaky fingers worked on getting his pants undone. He pulled out of our kiss long enough to roll onto his back and lift his hips to shove his pants down his legs, then he toed off his boots and sent them and his socks and pants onto the floor beside the bed. He rolled back to me, wearing nothing but a tight pair of black boxer briefs. I took that as my cue to follow suit and got rid of my boots, socks, and pants too.
“I’m all gross from working,” Dallas said. “I should take a quick shower.”
“I’m sweaty too,” I said. “Maybe we could take one together?”
Dallas was off the bed before I finished asking the question. “I love the way your brain thinks, Fletch,” he said and grinned at me over his shoulder as he walked. “I’ll go start the water.”
“In case you didn’t notice it, the bathroom is at the end of the hall,” I directed.
“Got it!”
I scooted to the side of the bed and sat up to try and collect my thoughts. I was about to take a shower with another dude. There’d be lots of slippery skin-on-skin action, and I couldn’t find one detail that didn’t arouse the hell out of me. I pushed off the bed and followed Dallas into the bathroom and damn near had a heart attack when I stepped into the steamy room and found him standing there naked with his back to me and one arm stretching inside the shower curtain to test the water temperature. I saw so much golden skin with a few scattered tattoos in strategic locations on his body that I wanted to taste, shoulders rounded with muscle, a tapered waist, and two perfectly sculpted globes of ass that had me itching to touch.
“You’re staring,” Dallas grinned at me. “Haven’t you ever seen a naked guy before?”
“Myself, every single day, but I don’t look like … that,” I admitted.
“That’s your opinion,” Dallas said over his shoulder. “From where I’m standing, you look fucking incredible.”
I was already basically speechless, but when he turned around to walk toward me, I thought my heart was going to burst from my chest. My upside-down brain was suddenly misfiring at the sight of Dallas in all his full-frontal glory. His chest had gorgeous swirls of dark hair that grew thicker in the center and split his stomach down the middle with a tapered trail that had my gaze traveling all the way to his groin.
And then I saw his cock.
I swear the last puzzle piece of my life snapped into place at seeing him like this. It was one of those rare moments of absolute clarity where everything inside my head made sense. I was exactly where I was supposed to be. I was positive of it, and Dallas was the one I was meant to experience this with.