She's Still The One: A Brother's Best Friend, Rockstar Romance by Kaci Rose (life changing books .txt) 📗

grips the counter surrounding me, I place the plates on the counter and turn to face him.

"You have been teasing me all week, Dallas, and then you walk out here like this tonight. It's time to even the playing field." I run a hand up his arm, over his shoulder, and down his chest.

This is the first time I get to see his ink up close. Over his heart is a tattoo of the state of Texas with a heart just to the right of the center. It has to hold some meaning, but being we aren't from Texas, I'm not sure what.

I run my finger over it to the crossed guitars on the other side with the quote, 'Because your mine, I walk the line' from one of our favorite Johnny Cash songs.

I'm distracted from my exploring, when the oven timer goes off. Neither of us moves, but I meet his eyes. They’re heated, as he’s been watching me.

"Dinner time," I whisper. He moves and takes the plates to finish setting the table, as I pull the food out.

Dinner is intense. Neither of us says anything, but I swear Dallas is undressing me with his eyes. His gaze is just as fiery as when I was tracing his tattoos.

"Eat up, baby girl." He says breaking me from his gaze, as I realize I had stopped eating just to watch him.

I turn my eyes back to my plate and finish eating. Once I'm done, I stand to clean up the kitchen, when his hands take mine.

"Leave it." He says, and without letting go of my hand, heads to the living room. He turns the TV on to some cooking show and pulls me onto the couch next to him.

My ass barely hits the couch, when his lips are on mine. It's a deep, heated kiss that matches the intensity of his gaze earlier. He keeps pulling me closer, like he can't get me close enough.

Without realizing how it happened, I'm straddling his lap all without breaking the kiss. He starts trailing kisses across my jaw, as he tangles a hand in my hair and pulls my head back to start kissing down my neck.

"More," I gasp.

His hands leave my hair, and I look back at him.

"Are you wet for me?" He whispers, as his hand snakes up my thigh and into my shorts.

He runs his finger over my panties, making me moan.

"Yeah, you are. Damn, Austin, knowing I can do this to you." He shakes his head and keeps rubbing me lightly over my panties.

"Dallas," I groan.

"What do you need?"

"Your mouth." I want him to kiss me again, but he gives me a devilish smile.

"You want my mouth on you down here?" He rubs a bit harder, making me cry out.

"Yes!"

Then, an unsure look crosses over his face, and he pulls his hand from my shorts.

"What is it?" I ask.

He shakes his head. "You wouldn't believe me."

"Try me."

He studies my face for a minute, before he throws his head against the back of the couch and looks at the ceiling. Both his hands grip my hips, but neither of us moves.

"I haven't done that before, gone down on a girl. There are a lot of things I haven't done. I was very much a one-trick pony." His confession shocks me.

"What do you mean?" I ask, needing to know more.

He shakes his head, "This is totally going to kill the mood."

"Then, we will have just as much fun getting it back." I urge him on.

"I may have been a playboy, but it was always on my terms. I didn't kiss a lot and never in public. I only did it in one position ever, never took my shirt off, never went down on a girl, and never let them go down on me."

"You've never had a blow job?" I ask shocked.

His eyes find mine, as he shakes his head.

"What position?" I ask.

He gives me a dry laugh. "From behind, I never wanted to see their faces."

"Why?" I ask.

"I promise to tell you just not now. It's a little too deep for us tonight." His eyes plead with me to let it go.

"This is why you haven't let us go beyond kissing?" I ask him.

He slowly nods with that uncertain look back on his face.

"Do you realize you admitting this to me turns me on even more?"

Confusion clouds his face. "What?"

I laugh, "Dallas, I didn't care when I thought you had done more things with these women than I would ever want to try. But knowing you might at some point trust me with some of your firsts? That is a huge turn on."

He pulls my face to his and kisses me slowly, like he has all the time in the world.

"There’s no might. You will be the one getting my firsts. All of them. I hope maybe we’ll find some you can give me."

I laugh. "Trust me, I can name a few off the top of my head."

"Such as?"

"Well, I've never let a guy go down on me. I've never let a guy come in my mouth, I've never gone bareback, or had sex outside the bedroom." I shrug. "And when you decide to give me your reasons, I’ll give you mine."

"Deal. Would you be up for checking off one of those firsts for both of us?" He asks.

"What did you have in mind?"

"I want you to come on my tongue. Ever since you stepped out in these tiny shorts earlier, I've been thinking about it. I want to know what you taste like. I want to know what you look like, when you let go and what drives you wild. Will you let me?"

I nod, a bit shy, but I want to do this with him. Only with him. He lifts me off him and lays me on the couch. His hands shake a little, and in some weird way knowing he's nervous, eases my nerves, too.

He slides my shorts off and tosses them on the floor and runs his