Page 50 of Sundown Somewhere

“I’m sorry, are you in a rush?” she taunts, slowing down her already leisurely pace. Fuck me…

It’s bad enough we had to put clothes back on. The restraints of the fabric are not kind when all the blood in your body has rushed straight to your groin, much less then trying to walk. Especially not when accompanied by the view of an ass like Dolly’s in yoga pants.

A man can only be expected to handle so much.

“You were the one who said we should continue upstairs,” I remind her, giving her a gentle nudge.

She holds her ground, her impish smile taking root. That same one she’s been giving me for over twenty-five years, and fuck, if that doesn’t turn me on more. This woman has my number. Whether she knows it or not.

“You didn’t disagree.”

“Still don’t. I’m trying to get you upstairs.”

Pursing her lips to the side, she pretends to ponder. “Then maybe we need a snack. Refuel.”

That’s it. Game time is over. A snack… I don’t know what she’s playing at, but that’s not happening. This isn’t kindergarten.

Bending down, I scoop her up, throwing her over my shoulder in a single, swift move, not giving her time to argue. Dolly lets out a squeal, followed by a giggle, a happy sound without a doubt, but one I’m sure turns every head in the lobby. I give absolutely zero fucks about how much attention we’re drawing though. I’m on a mission.

“Not unless it’s something I’m licking off your very naked body,” I tell her as I climb the stairs, holding her tight so she can’t wiggle loose.

“Put me down, Hux! I can walk!”

“Not on your life, darlin’. All your mouthin’ off has earned you a one-way ticket.”

“If you think that’s mouthin’ off…” she mutters as I continue the climb.

I know it’s not. I know what she’s like when she really gets mouthy and cusses people out. But I’m also really enjoying this playful vibe we’ve got going and am going to lean into it. Hard.

Opening the door to our room, I march in, letting it slam shut behind us, the heavy sound still reverberating through the air as I deposit Dolly on the bed. The mattress moves underneath her weight, making her boobs bounce, and once again, I’m on the edge. Ready to devour her. But she’s still wearing clothes.

I need to slow down. Need to dial it back.

This isn’t some quick fuck. Some wild, one-night stand. Not some random hookup from a bar that I can treat however the fuck I want because I’ll never see her again.

No, this is Dolly. The most perfect woman to ever grace my life. And she deserves to be treated as such.

I step in closer, bending over to place one hand on either side of her, and lower myself to her. My lips find hers, like magnet to metal. The soft, gentle taste of her kiss greets me, settling in my bones, welcoming me home. Like this is where I belong. Where I have always belonged.

We stay like this for I don’t know how long. Exploring each other with our mouths, hands grasping to hold on long enough to deepen the kiss when needed. I pull back only long enough to pull her tee over her head, then it’s right back to her lips.

“Hux…” she whispers, her voice breathy and full of fire.

“Doll…” I answer back, trying to mimic her tone, unclasping her bra.

Running my hand up her side, my palm hugging her curves like a sports car along the California coast, I let it sink in that we’re here. That we’re doing this. That I get to be the one touching her. The orgasm she had earlier was by my hand. Damn, that’s a good feeling.

I want to do it again.

So I need to get her out of these pants.

Dolly shifts, pulling me in closer, wrapping her legs around my waist. Her kiss goes from hot and needy to absolutely wanton, sending my already on-edge self into overdrive. I grab her ass, lifting her off the bed, kissing her even harder. Trying to remind myself to behave—to remember my manners— as lust rushes through my veins at a furious pace.

My cock rages against my jeans, screaming to be let out. I’m harder than I think I’ve ever been. Dolly wiggles against my crotch as we continue to make out, dry humping me, like we’re a pair of teenagers. There’s so much I want to do to her. To make her feel.

I really need her out of these pants.

Lowering her to the ground, I make sure she’s on her feet, then sink down to my haunches. I look up at her, taking in her gorgeous figure, her bright blue eyes currently hooded in lust, as I loop my thumbs into the waistband of her yoga pants, shimmying them down over her hips. Dolly steps out of them, kicking the pants off to the side, and I’m once again greeted with the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.