Page 45 of Sundown Somewhere

Yet, somehow she does.

I need to rectify this.

Stepping into her, I lick my lips, trying to find the perfect words to let her know what I’m thinking. Feeling. But if my comment from the lobby proved anything, a cheesy line isn’t going to work here. She needs the simple truth.

“You don’t have any idea how beautiful you are, do you?”

Dolly scoffs, trying to look away, but I stop her. Cupping her cheek in my hand, I guide her back to me, locking our gazes.

“You don’t have to feed me a line, Hux,” she sasses, giving me that smile that lights up my world. The one that I know only I get. “I’ll still fuck you.”

I let out a laugh under my breath, shaking my head. Damn, I love her spirit.

Running my thumb along her cheekbone, I take a moment, wanting this next part to sink in. Wanting her to know that I meant it.

“It’s not a line. It’s me realizing that you don’t actually have a clue.” Leaning into her more, I drag my fingers along her forearm, making sure to skim her tits as I do, grabbing her hand and uncrossing her arms. She shivers from the light touch, and I make a mental note to revisit this later. Bringing her hand to my chest, I guide it south, until it rests squarely on the hard-on that she—and she alone—is responsible for. My dick twitches from the new attention, leaving little room for question. “That’s what seeing you like this does to me. So I won’t be accepting any counterarguments in regard to just how gorgeous you are.”

Her harsh, shuddered exhale fills the small room, overtaking the mood music for a moment. Fine by me. Because that reaction is music to my ears.

In fact, everything this woman does is.

And standing here like this is making me start to reevaluate things. Because I’ve always known that I love Dolly. Little lowercase l love. Best friend platonic love. Except, maybe it’s not as lowercase as I think.

Her being naked has nothing to do with it either. Or maybe it does. Just not in the way I think. Because yes, I want to do dirty, dirty things to her. But even if she told me that was off the table, nothing would change. The ability to be this comfortable and vulnerable while literally naked with someone isn’t lowercase feelings. It’s uppercase feelings.

“You’re still wearing undies…” Giving me a light squeeze, Dolly’s eyes go dark and I have to bite back a groan. We are still kind of in public.

“Want to take them off me?”

Truth time. I’ve laid my cards out. Time for her to either call my bet or fold.

Wordlessly, she adjusts her stance again, moving her hands to my hips and slipping her thumbs under the elastic. Electricity shoots through me from that first touch, much the same way it did last night when I kissed her. Much like I did then, she starts out slow, inching the fabric down my skin, waiting to see what is exposed. Part of me wants to tell her that all my ink is already on display, but I don’t, letting her make this discovery for herself.

Rounding my briefs over my ass, she sucks in a breath, before moving the front portion. My dick pops free, thankful to be out of the confines of the fabric, and this time, I don’t hold back my moan.

“Feel better?” she teases.

“Much.”

“So, then, what if I did…this…”

Wrapping her hand around my length, she slowly strokes me, sending pleasure straight up my spine. My legs wobble, the sensation so unexpected, but oh so welcome. Her skin is soft and warm, and like nothing I’ve ever felt. It’s fucking magic.

“Fuck, Dolly,” I curse.

I grab her face, not caring for a single second how gentle I’m not being, planting a kiss on her. It’s hard, fast, and full of everything I can’t say right now. All the things she’s making me feel. Both physically and otherwise. She kisses me back with just as much intensity, whimpering into me, her hand tightening around my cock. Letting me know that she’s in this moment just as deeply as I am.

Knock! Knock!

“Y’all ready?”

The sweet, Southern accent that cuts through the door is so much like my mother’s that it’s almost enough to kill the mood. Almost. Dolly is still holding my cock after all.

“Just about!” Dolly calls back, a devious look on her face.

That’s my girl…

We separate, cool air swirling around us, the energy still crackling in the air. How I’m going to hold it together for the next ninety minutes while I know she’s on the table next to me—naked—is beyond me.