full breasts. “ Why did you leave me? ” he moaned as he caressed her nipples.
“ I didn ’ t have a choice, ” she replied, her voice husky as she continued stroking him. “ What are you doing here? You can ’ t be here. I must be dreaming. ”
“ This is no dream, ” he corrected. “ This is fate. I ’ ve been dreaming of you since the day you walked out on me. ”
From the time he and Tori had officially become a couple, Dallas had been faithful. Even after her vow of celibacy, he had warded off groupies, cheerleaders and teammates ’ wives, now only to be felled by this woman with the hands of a goddess. The minute he reached out and brushed his hands across her delta, and a fingertip across her pearl , she arched toward him and her release was so dynamic, so intoxicating — it fueled a desire to do whatever it took to please her again.
It was the same feeling he had the night she won a date with him at a charity auction. She had turned down the dinner and strictly asked for his autograph. He insisted on that dinner, which later turned into much more. He had kept her with him at his condo for three months — pleasuring her, learning her, listening to her, and without warning, he fell deeply in love with her.
He couldn ’ t resist the silken feel and taste of that honey skin, curves that begged for a man ’ s lips and touch, and thighs that should be no other place but wrapped around a man who could pleasure her from dusk to dawn.
Dallas leaned in and pressed his lips to hers; she parted her lips, inviting him to explore her moist mouth. Their tongues intertwined, then Dallas pulled her into his arms, holding her close. “ I ’ m not going to let you go this time. ”
She snuggled her naked body closer to him. “ Oh, my, God. I can ’ t believe you ’ re here. ”
Those words suddenly brought Dallas back to reality.
“ Wait, ” he said, pulling back from her, “ why are you here? ”
“ This is my house, ” she said. Reality must ’ ve been setting in for her as well because her intense gaze had been replaced with panic. “ Why are you here? ”
But before either of them could say another word, the door had swung open and Bernice had burst into the room. Dallas quickly reached for the comforter and covered Alicia as best he could.
Th at brief encounter and now, the look on Tori ’ s face derailed all of Dallas ’ plans. Even before seeing Alicia, his intention had been to break up with Tori. He ’ d wanted to make it through Thanksgiving before he actually had that talk with her, wanting her to enjoy the holiday before she ’ d have to deal with their breakup.
But now, Alicia had miraculously dropped back into his life, and he had no intention of ever letting her get away again. He never wanted to hurt Tori, and he definitely had no clue they were related. But it was what it was.
* * *
Dallas had to leave Chicago, but outside the window in the Grand Suite, snow was falling, blanketing the Windy City in another coat of soft, white powder that would make getting a flight back home tonight nearly impossible.
“ Dallas? ”
He focused on Tori for a moment as he settled into one of the suede seats across from her. She had been waiting patiently for him to explain.
“ You remember the woman I told you about, ” Dallas began, “ the one I met at my fundraiser a few years ago? ”
Tori frowned, then said, “ The woman you said you were in love with? The woman who— ”
“ Yes, ” he whispered. “ That woman. Beautiful. Green eyes. Knew a whole lot about investing and stocks. Taught me all about how to grow my money. ”
Realization dawned in Tori ’ s eyes. “ Nooooo, ” she crooned, gripping the edge of the seat. “ No, it couldn ’ t be! ”
Dallas nodded.
“ The woman you asked to marry you, ” she continued. “ Then she up and left and you haven ’ t seen her— ”
“ Until today. ”
Tori was trembling so hard she couldn ’ t say a single word. “