Page 79 of Penalty Kick

“You look adorable,” Dash said.

Heat pricked at her cheeks, embarrassment from being called out on her thoughts setting in. No, she wasn’t going to let herself be embarrassed. If Dash thought she was adorable, then that is what she must be. He hadn’t lied to her yet; why would he start with this?

Making her way to the bed, she drank in Dash’s nearly naked form, propped up against the pillows just waiting for her. He looked like an underwear ad in the middle of Times Square, all tanned skin and rippling muscles in nothing but a perfectly fitted pair of briefs. Talia’s mouth watered at the sight, desperately wanting to run her tongue along the grooves of his abs. He was an Adonis—sex walking as Avery put it—and simply laying eyes on him like this made Talia want to do all sorts of dirty things.

“Is there a reason you are keeping me waiting?” he asked, a sly grin on his face.

“I am trying to behave myself.”

“There is no need for behaving tonight.”

Biting back a giggle, she slid onto the bed, settling in so her back was against his chest. The warmth of his skin felt good against her, like stepping onto perfectly warm sand. Talia was pretty sure she could stay like this for the rest of time, just enjoying being skin to skin, without another care in the world. It was the best feeling in the world.

When his hands found her shoulders though, and his strong thumbs kneaded into her muscles, her brain changed its mind. This was the best feeling in the world. Letting out a long groan, she relaxed into him even more, getting lost in the sensations. For a man who couldn’t use his hands in his profession, his sure were strong. Not that she had any complaints—it was just one more item to add to the list of things she loved about him. His massages.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” she groaned as his hand found the sweet spot between her shoulder blades. “That feels so good.”

“I am glad you are enjoying it,” Dash whispered into her ear.

The gruffness of his voice paired with the smoothness of his accent made her insides light up. Wetness started to form between her legs, and she knew it wouldn’t be long before she was aching for his touch somewhere other than her shoulders. No, that wasn’t right. She already wanted more. She’d wanted more since he’d read that scene to her in the book bar. The more he touched her, the more that desire grew, and she was about to lose her mind.

“Dash…” she moaned again.

“Sí, Bonita?”

“Please…”

“Please what?” he teased, tracing along her clavicle. The lightness of his touch tickled in contrast to the massaging he’d just been doing, but still felt amazing. More, she needed more.

Talia arched her back, pushing her breasts upward, hoping he got the message. Words failed her right now as he continued to tease her with featherlike touches. Her whole body was on fire, craving more. Craving him.

Dash got the message, lazily walking his fingers down her front, dragging them softly over the swells of her breasts. Talia thought for a moment she might combust, waiting for more as he drew patterns on her skin, touching her seemingly everywhere but where she wanted. Her nipples pebbled in anticipation, the rest of her starting to tingle. Dash certainly knew how to draw this out, making sure she was so aroused that her mind was nearly blank.

Slipping his hand under the cotton camisole, he found her nipple. Circling slowly, continuing to tease her beyond all sense, he leaned forward, nibbling on her neck. The softness of his breath made her heart skip a beat. It was moments like this she almost didn’t recognize herself. For all her insistence that she was strong and independent, she was more than willing to let Dash control everything in this moment. She trusted him though. He was her person, and there was no one else she could let herself be this way with.

Talia arched her back again, the teasing almost too much. Dash didn’t give in though, still toying with the taut peak. Talia whimpered, wondering what she needed to do for some relief. If this is what she got for sassing him, she would never, ever do that again. This was too much. She needed relief. She was a live wire, ready to spark, if only Dash would touch her where she needed it. This was the most turned on she’d ever been. Hell, this was more turned on than she ever thought she could be.

“Dash…”

As if his name was the magic word, Dash rolled her nipple in between his fingers. The contact sent shock waves through Talia, all her nerves firing at once. He nibbled at her neck again, his fingers not letting up on her breasts as she wiggled in his lap. If she thought she was wet before, she’d been wrong. The throbbing need pulsing through her was overwhelming. Still unable to find her words, she let out a cry—one that reverberated off the walls.

“That is my girl,” Dash whispered. He let go of her nipple, pulling his hand from her tank top, quickly finding the waistband of her shorts. “Now that you are all warmed up, let us see how that pussy of yours is feeling.”

* * *

Dash couldn’t lie. He liked hearing his name—especially when it was being screamed out by adoring fans. But better than that was the sound of it from Talia’s lips. Her voice was beautiful—warm and welcoming, like listening to a favorite song—no matter what she was saying. But his name falling from her lips as she wiggled and writhed in his lap, pleasure racing through her—pleasure he created—was pure bliss.

Trailing his hands down her body, her soft skin warm to the touch, he sucked in a breath, trying to commit this moment to memory. His heart was racing, filled with so much he couldn’t begin to express it all. Talia made him feel things he didn’t even know were possible. Things he’d been pretty sure only existed on TV or movies. He wanted to make sure she felt that same way and that he showed her just how much he belonged to her.

Shifting in his lap, Talia mewled as he ran his finger just underneath the elastic of her shorts. He was dying to see how wet she was, knowing based solely on her reaction from toying with her nipples that she was more than ready to go. Getting her amped up was his objective though. No, tonight wasn’t about getting off. Or at least not only about getting off. It was about the two of them expressing something they had yet to say. About making this last, enjoying each other’s bodies, and coming together as one. Which is why he stopped himself from plunging right into her shorts. He wanted to draw this out.

“I think these are unnecessary,” he whispered into her ear, tugging on the flimsy bottoms. In a flash they were around her thighs, Talia shimmying to help him remove them. A quick tug of her tank top up over her head was all that was needed to get her exactly how he wanted her.

Completely naked.

Pulling her back into him, he kissed down the back of her neck, earning more sexy noises from her. Noises that made his already rock-hard dick strain against his briefs. For as much as his mind was all about making this last, his dick seemed to have a different idea. He wanted in on the action—and now. He was just going to have to wait though, because Dash had other plans. Plans that included making Talia scream his name all over again.

“This is the most incredible view,” he said, staring down her luscious body, drinking in her soft curves. His dick twitched, and Talia swiveled her hips in response. Fuck, did that feel good. “Perfect tits, gorgeous curves, all leading to the most incredible pussy.”