Strung Tight (The Road To Rocktoberfest #1) - Ann Lister Page 0,67

your bucket list?” Dallas asked.

I shrugged with indifference. “I’m not sure I could handle something like that,” I admitted. “It seems like there’d be a lot going on, and I could see it giving me performance anxiety or something.”

Dallas chuckled at me. “See if you say that after you’re on tour and bombarded by a hundred sexy groupies backstage who all want a piece of you,” he said.

My eyebrows shot up. Sure, I’d heard the stories about the after-show parties that turned into orgies, but I never saw myself being at one of those particular events. I had enough stage fright as it was performing for an audience. Taking my clothes off in front of a room full of strangers and then being expected to pleasure them sexually was not my idea of a fun time. Awkward stress wasn’t sexy at all. It led to profuse sweating and a limp dick on my part. I guess that didn’t make me a rock star cliché, but I was okay with that.

“I must be weird, but that’s not my thing,” I stated. “I could see Mike and the other guys getting in on that action.”

Dallas gazed at me from under his eyelashes and looked oddly innocent. “If we’re going to continue to see each other, will you promise to tell me when you feel the urge to join a party like that or mess around with even one groupie?” he asked softly.

“I’m not a cheater, Dallas. If we’re together, then I wouldn’t have a reason to take part in that shit.”

“I suspected you’d answer that way, but a part of me doesn’t want to hold you back from doing all the crazy shit you can while you have the opportunity,” Dallas said honestly. “I don’t want to be the reason you miss out on something.”

“I won’t be missing out on anything because I have all I want right here,” I confessed and pulled him over to straddle my lap.

Dallas pinched my face between his thumb and fingers and held my gaze. “I feel the same way, but all I’m asking is that you tell me if you start to feel the pull of wanting to do something like that,” he explained. “Tell me and I’ll set you free. No hard feelings. I won’t get in your way.”

I grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand from my face to kiss his palm. “Stop it. You sound like you’re close to ending things between us when we’ve only just begun. I haven’t even had a chance to take you out on a proper date.”

“A proper date? Did we time travel back to 1920?” Dallas teased.

I flipped him onto his back with the couch seat cushion behind him and stretched out on top. “Proper date—meaning I don’t want this to be all about sex and nothing else,” I said.

“Such a gentleman,” Dallas said and ran his fingers over the beard scruff on my jawline.

“I try on most days to be considerate of others, but with you, I want to do so much more than that because this feels so intense and—perfect.”

The smile on Dallas’s face faded, and I thought maybe I’d said the wrong thing, but then he was tugging on the back of my neck to bring our faces closer and ghosting his lips across mine. I opened for him like a hungry baby bird as he slowly and deliciously devoured my mouth until I was thoroughly kissed and had swollen lips. I could feel the beginning of his erection rubbing against mine, which was surprising considering how hard we’d both come less than twenty minutes ago.

“What I’m feeling scares me,” Dallas admitted after he stopped kissing me.

“How so?” I ventured, and lifted up a bit to rest on my forearms.

Dallas seemed to take a moment to contemplate his words, and he shifted under me, which created satisfying friction between our dicks that made me want to moan. I didn’t want my growing arousal to interrupt whatever Dallas wanted to say, so I managed to keep the sound to myself.

“Ever since I met you, I feel like I’m in some kind of vortex of emotions that I’ve never felt before,” Dallas said, not making eye contact, obviously uneasy with admitting this. “It’s all swirling around in my head, and I swear sometimes I feel like I’m going to drown in it.”

“Dallas, look at me,” I said and waited for his gorgeous eyes to land on me. “I feel exactly the same way about you,