pearls. Although, I can think of other things to do with those.”
My whole body throbbed and I pretended there was absolutely nothing suggestive about that comment. “I use a straw to get the pits out. Push it in the end and wiggle it. Make sure you do it over the bowl, because it gets messy.” Wiggling the straw into the end of the cherry felt dirty, too. And I was hungry for something else now. Trina and Kiera had completely corrupted me. I was as red as the cherries when I handed Dallas the straw.
He was a quick student, and by the time I had the rest of the ingredients simmering, he finished pitting the cherries. “I still made a mess.” He held up his juice-stained hand, and licked his pointer finger.
“Let me get that for you.” I reached for his wrist and angled his finger into my mouth. I sucked the sweet juice from it, swirling my tongue up and down the length of it. Dallas moaned, curling his clean hand around my neck and holding me in place as he slipped the next sticky finger into my mouth.
“Damn. Is that a preview of the coming attractions?”
I nodded, his finger still between my lips. “I have an idea,” I said, letting go of him. “This will be even better if we let the cherries marinate in the bourbon. And we’re going to be starving later on.”
I looped the apron up over his head and hung it up. Dallas’ hand still glistened from its tongue bath. He watched, open mouthed, as I peeled my sweater up over my head and walked into my bedroom.
He followed me, but I closed the door before he had a chance to come in. “What are you doing?” he asked. His hand held the door open so he could still see my face.
“Not ready yet.” My heart thundered in my ears. I should’ve taken a swig of that bourbon. I had no reason to be nervous. I pushed the door closed.
My hands shook as I took the lingerie out of the tissue. Kiera had suggested I hook the stockings into the holders before I put it on, and I wished I’d listened to her. These little plastic things were impossible to work. I shimmied out of my jeans and underwear and slid into the teddy. Now that it was all one piece it was more of a contraption, making me glad I didn’t drink. I would’ve gotten hopelessly tangled in it, fallen flat on my ass, and Dallas would’ve come in to find me playing a losing game of Twister with my fancy underwear.
Not exactly the tone I was hoping to set.
I didn’t recognize myself. Straps of lace crossed over the front of my body. My nipples eagerly poked through the pattern. The thong covered nothing and it was already soaked. I finger-combed my curls and slipped into the heels and robe I ordered. The girl who wore this didn’t have time for any of that self-doubt shit. She was fierce, confident, didn’t give a flying fuck about some she-bitch from Montana, and was ready to rock the world of the wolf waiting on the other side of the door.
“Holy shit,” Dallas said, more of a breath than a statement. He hadn’t moved from where I left him. I leaned against the door frame, letting the robe fall open. “You look like a goddess.”
“You like?” I asked.
“I love.” He picked up the open lapel of the robe, drinking in the lace and bare flesh. Heat rolled off his body, but I had goosebumps. “Now how are we going to get this off of you?”
“I was thinking I’d keep some of it on.” I bit my lip and lowered my gaze so he watched me pull the tiny strap of my thong away from my hip. “Otherwise, I thought I’d leave the rest up to you.”
“I like the way you think.” Dallas pulled the loose belt away from the robe. “We can’t let this go to waste. Step back in the room, Lyssie. We need to close the door.”
Excitement thrummed through my body. The energy between us had become supercharged, filling my little room. Dallas sat on the bed, his belt still hanging loose from when he jokingly opened it in the kitchen. He folded my satin belt, pulling it tight between his fingers before
My whole body throbbed and I pretended there was absolutely nothing suggestive about that comment. “I use a straw to get the pits out. Push it in the end and wiggle it. Make sure you do it over the bowl, because it gets messy.” Wiggling the straw into the end of the cherry felt dirty, too. And I was hungry for something else now. Trina and Kiera had completely corrupted me. I was as red as the cherries when I handed Dallas the straw.
He was a quick student, and by the time I had the rest of the ingredients simmering, he finished pitting the cherries. “I still made a mess.” He held up his juice-stained hand, and licked his pointer finger.
“Let me get that for you.” I reached for his wrist and angled his finger into my mouth. I sucked the sweet juice from it, swirling my tongue up and down the length of it. Dallas moaned, curling his clean hand around my neck and holding me in place as he slipped the next sticky finger into my mouth.
“Damn. Is that a preview of the coming attractions?”
I nodded, his finger still between my lips. “I have an idea,” I said, letting go of him. “This will be even better if we let the cherries marinate in the bourbon. And we’re going to be starving later on.”
I looped the apron up over his head and hung it up. Dallas’ hand still glistened from its tongue bath. He watched, open mouthed, as I peeled my sweater up over my head and walked into my bedroom.
He followed me, but I closed the door before he had a chance to come in. “What are you doing?” he asked. His hand held the door open so he could still see my face.
“Not ready yet.” My heart thundered in my ears. I should’ve taken a swig of that bourbon. I had no reason to be nervous. I pushed the door closed.
My hands shook as I took the lingerie out of the tissue. Kiera had suggested I hook the stockings into the holders before I put it on, and I wished I’d listened to her. These little plastic things were impossible to work. I shimmied out of my jeans and underwear and slid into the teddy. Now that it was all one piece it was more of a contraption, making me glad I didn’t drink. I would’ve gotten hopelessly tangled in it, fallen flat on my ass, and Dallas would’ve come in to find me playing a losing game of Twister with my fancy underwear.
Not exactly the tone I was hoping to set.
I didn’t recognize myself. Straps of lace crossed over the front of my body. My nipples eagerly poked through the pattern. The thong covered nothing and it was already soaked. I finger-combed my curls and slipped into the heels and robe I ordered. The girl who wore this didn’t have time for any of that self-doubt shit. She was fierce, confident, didn’t give a flying fuck about some she-bitch from Montana, and was ready to rock the world of the wolf waiting on the other side of the door.
“Holy shit,” Dallas said, more of a breath than a statement. He hadn’t moved from where I left him. I leaned against the door frame, letting the robe fall open. “You look like a goddess.”
“You like?” I asked.
“I love.” He picked up the open lapel of the robe, drinking in the lace and bare flesh. Heat rolled off his body, but I had goosebumps. “Now how are we going to get this off of you?”
“I was thinking I’d keep some of it on.” I bit my lip and lowered my gaze so he watched me pull the tiny strap of my thong away from my hip. “Otherwise, I thought I’d leave the rest up to you.”
“I like the way you think.” Dallas pulled the loose belt away from the robe. “We can’t let this go to waste. Step back in the room, Lyssie. We need to close the door.”
Excitement thrummed through my body. The energy between us had become supercharged, filling my little room. Dallas sat on the bed, his belt still hanging loose from when he jokingly opened it in the kitchen. He folded my satin belt, pulling it tight between his fingers before
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