The playful mood quickly turns when she feels the erection in my jeans growing against her hip. Her lips part, her eyelids drooping.
“You need someone without the damage,” she whispers.
“Why does it have to mean anything?”
She stares at me, blinking with wet lashes. “I’m a mess right now. A fucked-up mess.”
“I’m not asking you for anything. I just want to be here for you through this, however you need me.”
She raises a brow. “However, as in …”
“As inanythingyou need. Whoever you need me to be for you.”
“That could have multiple interpretations.”
“It could.”
“Well, how did you mean it?”
“How did you take it?”
She groans, trying to free her hands. I let her go, brushing my thumb over her nipple. She gasps when I squeeze it between my thumb and forefinger.
“Because I meant it like a friend, for emotional support, someone to spend time with, get drunk and garden with, who can take your boys to the lake, whatever you want. But physically … we both know a friendship between us would only work if it’s a very special kind.”
Her hands move up to wrap around my neck, her fingers scratching against the roots of my hair at my nape. Her gaze is searching mine.
“I can’t give you more than that right now.”
“I know.”
“Don’t fall in love with me.”
I laugh, shaking my head. “Baby, haven’t you heard? I don’t do the love thing.”
I can’t tell if she buys the lie because she pulls me down to her lips instead of answering. Her kiss tastes like rosé and salty tears. I kiss her hard, sliding my tongue through her lips. I push my knee between her legs. She groans into me, grinding against my knee. I suck on her full bottom lip, my dick growing hard.
I pull up her tank top, releasing her lips to wrap mine around her puckered nipple. She gasps, pressing her chest up into my mouth.
“Feels so good,” she whimpers.
I suck harder, using my teeth to scrape over it. Her fingers tighten in my hair, pulling on theends.
“I need it in me, Duke. Please fuck me.”
I love how needy she sounds. Her voice has a raspy edge to it. I switch to the other nipple while I reach down and unbutton my jeans. I pull down the zipper and struggle against the wet denim.
I finally get my erection out after pulling my jeans all the way down to my mid-thigh. My ass is out in the open, but I can’t be bothered to care right now. Someone walking by might get an eyeful of my pale cheeks.
Dallas works on her shorts, pulling them down a few inches. I wiggle them all the way off and position myself at her entrance.
“You know, anyone could?—”
“Don’t care,” she pants.
“And I don’t have a?—”
“Stop talking and put it in me, dammit!”
