Page 57 of Penalty Kick

There was zero room for interpretation in Talia’s words or the breathiness of her voice. She had meant one thing—and one thing only. Dash knew better than to argue with her. If ever there was a woman who knew her own mind, it was Talia Whitmore.

What he hadn’t counted on was just how nervous he would be.

Talia’s apartment was dark as she opened the door, the only light coming from the single bulb under the stove hood. The low, warm glow it put off was welcoming, giving them just enough light to see each other. Letting the door shut behind him, Dash took a moment to collect himself, dragging his eyes up and down Talia. She was facing away from him, the shimmery silver fabric of her dress sparkling in the dim light as it hugged her curves. Her ass looked good enough to take a bite out of. That would have to be saved for another night though.

The nervous energy radiating off Talia was palpable, even with the distance between them. Coming up behind her, he pulled her close to him, until that luscious ass of hers was pressed right up against the erection he was no longer trying to hide. He held her like this for a moment, in the same way the woman was being held in the photo she had sent him the other night. If that was her fantasy, then he was going to make it her reality. At least partially. She relaxed into him, his arm wrapping around her waist, sliding between her breasts. Resting his hand on her heart, he placed a gentle kiss in the spot where her shoulder met her neck. Her heart was beating wildly, same as his, her breath hitching as he repeated the kiss.

“Hola, Bonita,” he whispered. Talia relaxed even more, her body leaning against him.

“Hi.”

Inhaling deeply, Dash returned his lips to her skin, kissing along her exposed neck. Talia cooed in response, the sound going straight to his dick. He loved that she was so responsive to his touch, and couldn’t wait to see how she reacted once things got going. He also wanted it to be perfect for her. So perfect that she would look back on this moment for the rest of her life and smile.

Her heart sped up underneath his palm, Dash tightening his hold on her, wanting her to know he had her. He wasn’t going anywhere. There wasn’t a need to rush. He tried to slow his own breathing, hoping to help calm her nerves. She was in charge. Nothing needed to happen tonight. Didn’t matter what she had said back at the reception. If she changed her mind, then so be it. He didn’t care one bit. Holding her in his arms like this was enough.

“I…I don’t know what to do,” she said, breaking the silence that had surrounded them.

“We do not have to do anything you do not want.”

“Oh no, I want,” she reassured him, twisting to look at him. There was a fire in her eyes that was unmistakable. One that he knew matched his own. She was ready. Why him and why now, Dash didn’t know. But again, he knew better than to question her. “I just don’t know what to do.”

“Just follow my lead. I promise you. You cannot do it wrong.”

“You wanna bet?” She giggled.

"No, because I already know.”

Talia nodded, licking her lips. The thought of how those plush, gorgeous lips, with that insanely sexy red lipstick, would look wrapped around his dick flashed through Dash’s mind. Everything she did revved him up.

“Lights on or off?”

“Ummmm, which is better?” she asked.

“Does not matter. It is how you want it.”

“I kinda like it how it is. It's sexy. Unless you need more light.”

“I do not. My cock could find you in the dark."

"Because your cock is some kind of heat-seeking missile?” She laughed again, her hand flying to her mouth as if she were trying to keep the sound in. “Oh, oh, wait…does it have night vision? Little cock-shaped goggles so it's up for the task?"

Dash laughed, shaking his head. "I had meant for that to be sexy…you know, a compliment…"

"Sorry, I’m killing the mood. I don’t mean to laugh, it’s just that…having an appendage that could seek me out in the dark is not sexy. It's weird…"

Dash agreed. The statement had sounded much better in his head.

“Laugh all you want, Talia. This is supposed to fun. If you are laughing, then you are relaxed. And that is how I want you to be.”

“I would have thought you’d want me naked.”

“We will get there.”

Nipping at her ear, Dash slid his hand down the plunging neckline of Talia’s dress, slowly dragging a finger along her skin. The exposed skin, her perfect cleavage, had been teasing him all night, giving him just enough of a glimpse to make him want more. Want it all. Slipping his hand underneath the fabric, along the swell of her breast, Dash bit back a groan as he discovered her lack of bra. His fingers found her nipple instantly, rolling it between them. Gasping, Talia slumped against him. Her skin was soft, just as he imagined, making it impossible to stop. Toying, teasing, he continued playing with her nipple, his other hand firmly around her waist, keeping her pressed against him, their breathing melding together. His own nerves mellowed, excitement taking over. The idea of teasing her like this, drawing it out as long as he could, was more thrilling than he’d ever realized. Then again, so was the idea of finally seeing her naked, worshipping her, and making her lose her mind.

Dash quickly pulled his hand back, spinning her around in his arms and capturing her mouth in a hot, hard kiss. Talia returned his effort, deepening the kiss and turning up the heat. Running his hands down Talia’s body, her curves reminded him of driving in the mountains back in Argentina, each one just as beautiful and awe-inspiring as the last. But just like those mountains, her curves were easy to get lost in. As was her dress.

“I want little more than to get you out of this dress, Talia,” he said between kisses. “But damned if I have any idea how it works.”