Page 64 of Big Dick Energy

He brought his hand up to my face slowly, giving me time to pull away. But I didn't. His fingers slid into my hair, and my breath caught at how good it felt, the slight tug as he angled my face up toward his.

“Your hair is so soft,” he murmured, his thumb tracing my cheekbone, and I wondered if he could feel how hot my skin had become, if he could feel my pulse racing under his fingers. “Still okay?” His breath fanned across my lips.

I nodded, not trusting my voice. My hands were on his chest, and I could feel his heart beating just as fast as mine.

“We should make it look natural,” he whispered, leaning in until our lips were barely an inch apart. “Like we do this all the time. Like I know exactly how you like to be kissed.”

“Right. Natural.” The word came out embarrassingly breathy.

His other hand found my waist, fingers spreading wide, burning through the thin fabric of my blouse. I was suddenly very aware of every point of contact between us—his hand in my hair, on my waist, my palms flat against his chest, our thighs pressed together.

“Dallas?”

“Yeah?” His nose brushed mine, and I felt the contact everywhere.

“Stop talking.”

He grinned, and then his lips were on mine, and my brain completely evacuated the premises.

It started soft, tentative, like we were both waiting for the other to pull back and laugh about what a stupid idea this was, but neither of us did. His lips were softer than I'd expected, moving against mine with a gentle pressure that made me sigh into his mouth. But then that sigh made him groan, and his hand tightened in my hair.

I made a sound I definitely didn't mean to make, something between a whimper and a moan, and tentative went straight out the window.

He kissed like he did everything else, with absolute confidence. His tongue traced my bottom lip, a request and a demand all at once, and I opened for him without thinking, my hands fisting in his Henley, pulling him closer.

The first touch of his tongue against mine made us both gasp. He tasted like Thai spices, and I was instantly addicted. He kissed me deeper, slower, harder, like he was mapping out exactly what made me moan.

And God, I was moaning.

His teeth caught my bottom lip, and his hand slid from my waist to the small of my back, pulling me against him until I was straddling his thigh.

I could feel how affected he was, the evidence of his arousal pressing against my hip, and it made me bold. I traced my tongue along his bottom lip before sucking it gently, and the growl he made shot straight through me. His hand guided me by my hair, angling my head to kiss me deeper, harder, and I was drowning in it, in him.

My hands slipped under his Henley, fingernails scraping against his abs, and he broke the kiss to groan against my mouth. “Fuck, Davina.”

The sound of my name made me grind against his thigh without thinking. His hands went to my hips, not to stop me but to guide me, and we were definitely crossing all kinds of lines here.

“We should…” he started, but I kissed him again, swallowing whatever responsible thing he was about to say.

This kiss was different. Hungrier. His teeth scraped against my bottom lip, and I gasped, giving him better access. He took full advantage, his tongue doing things that made me imagine what else that mouth could do. My entire body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending alive and focused on him, his hands, his mouth, the solid warmth of his body under mine.

I pulled back only when oxygen became absolutely necessary, both of us breathing hard. His pupils were completely blown, lips swollen and red. His hair was a mess from my fingers, his Henley twisted, and there were probably nail marks on his stomach.

“So,” I managed, my voice completely shot. “That was...”

“Yeah.” His hands were still on my hips, which was not helping my ability to think.

“I think we're good. For public.”

“Definitely good.” He hadn't let go of me yet, seemed incapable of it. “Very believable.”

“Super believable.”

“Maybe we should practice again. You know. To make sure.”

“Dallas...”

“Right. Bad idea.” But his eyes were on my mouth again, and I was leaning in again, and…