“I think I rather like this look.” He grins again.
I don’t know what has gotten into him. He was so sweet and soft-spoken before he left, and now I get this arrogance that is so thick in the air I can barely breathe through it. I don't know what it says about me, but I like it, and if he wants to play a game, I can play too.
I drop the towel a little, exposing some of the swell of my breasts. “Maybe I nix the towel all together?” I suggest it with a sultry grin of my own. His eyes heat to molten copper for a split second. It was so fast, I almost think I imagined it, but then he closes his eyes and groans as he turns back to the fire and takes a long drink of his whiskey.
I walk up close behind him and snatch the glass away, bringing it to my lips. I pause with the glass there. We make eye contact before I knock the rest of his whiskey back in one drink and place the glass in front of him on the mantle. I wink at him as he did to me. I spin to walk away, but he surprises me. Hooking an armaround my waist, he pulls my back flush against him. The cold bite of his leathers on my skin makes me suck in a breath, and a squeal breaks free from me with the shock. I spin to slap at him, but he anticipates it. Reaching up, he hooks his large hand behind my neck, effectively blocking my slap, and pulls me into his embrace. I bring my face just a breath away from his own as he dips his chin. The move takes my breath away, but I turn my head to look away from him defiantly. Trying hard to keep my lips pressed into a hard line, but he leans in further, brushing his lips and nose along the length of my neck to my ear.
“Careful love. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to seduce me…. Again,” His warm breath sends a chill down my spine as my heart gallops in my chest. “And after the last time, which I know you don’t remember, but I do. Keenly.” He presses a kiss to the hollow behind my ear, and my pulse skips. “I promised myself if it were to happen again, it would end in you coming all over my hand.” He whispers, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. When he leans back, I turn my head to look at him, and a smile that brings a dimple to his right cheek breaks across his face. Mirth sparkling in his eyes.
He stands fully and takes a small step back, but he doesn’t remove the hand from the back of my neck or waist. He slowly tracks his eyes down my barely covered body, his eyes heating. He pulls me toward him slowly this time. I drop one hand to his chest in a weak attempt to push him away, but I can feel the heavy pounding of his heart. It matches mine. He leans in slowly, like he is asking for permission. My breathing quickens as I close the distance with my acceptance.
The kiss is slow to start as we explore each other’s mouths with our tongues. He nips my lower lip, and I return the nip playfully. We both smile into each other’s mouths. His hand roams further down from my waist and over the curve of my ass, stopping just as he reaches the hem of the towel, playfully teasing the edge with his fingertips.
I don’t even realize we are moving until the back of my bare legs brush the soft fabric of the bed. I let both arms move up to hang loosely around his neck as both of his hands explore the curves of my body. The only thing holding the towel in place is the pressure with which our bodies are pressed together. He caresses my leg from hip to knee, then up again, each stroke back up urging the fabric to rise higher and higher, and after the third pass, he exposes my ass. I can feel the hardness of him against my stomach as he grabs a handful of my ass and grinds us together. The motion makes a liquid heat pool at my core.
The next pass down my thigh, he grips the back of my knee, hitching it at his hip, effectively spreading me bare to the room. The cool air is harsh against the heat at my center, and I suck in a sharp breath. I brace myself there as he runs his fingertips gently up the underside of my leg. Just before he reaches the wetness between my legs, he breaks the kiss, locking his gaze with mine. I started the game with him, but he is winning. As I stare at him, panting, my need for him is evident. He inches closer to my core and slides his fingers through my arousal. He groans with pleasure at the wetness he finds. Holding my stare, he sinks two fingers into the wet heat. A moan breaks free of my parted lips as I tip my head back. He dips his head forward and scores the tip of his tongue up the length ofmy neck, stopping with a nip to my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine.
I shamelessly arch my back and rock against his hand as he pumps his fingers in and out of me. The friction causes the pressure that’s building to take my breath away. I reach between us to take him into my fist, but he grabs my wrist, stopping me with his free hand. He brings it up above my head and drops us to the bed. My bath towel falls open as we sink into each other, and he takes advantage of it. Still holding my hands above my head, he curves his fingers to hit that perfect spot while his thumb puts pressure on the bundle of nerves at my apex. Lifting my hips, I rock into his touch, grinding against his hand. I feel the tightening low in my stomach, and suddenly, his mouth closes over the hardened peak of my breast, sucking it between his teeth. The pleasure mixed with the slight pain of his teeth sends me over the edge. I moan his name loudly as I pulse around his fingers, my inner walls gripping them as wave after wave of pleasure makes me shudder and drip for him. He continues to pump them in and out, extending the pleasure and leaving me trembling.
Slowly, he eases his fingers out, sliding them through the wetness and over the pulsing bud once more, sending a tremor through me at his exit. His lips move on mine as he growls, “Good girl.”
I lay there trying to catch my breath, my body melting into the bed. He pulls the duvet up to cover both of us, and we lay there silently, just breathing each other in, as he traces small circles low on my stomach. Before I know it, I’m drifting to sleep, the hum in my chest singing me to sleep like a lullaby.
Chapter twenty-four
Waking up naked withDax wrapped around me should have felt weird, but there are no unsettling thoughts or emotions, just warmth. At some point, he lost his leathers, and I lay with his bare chest pressed to my back. Wanting to see his face while he sleeps, I start to turn toward him, but my movement causes him to pull me tighter to his body. Fusing my back to his hard chest. The warmth of his skin on mine is intoxicating and my head spins from the feel of it. Nothing else happened between us last night. Once I fell asleep, I stayed asleep.
Laying there motionless, his hand wanders and finds mine, lacing our fingers together. He stretches and his breathbrushes over the nape of my neck as he whispers, his deep voice full of sleep. “And just where do you think you’re going?”
“I wasn’t going anywhere; I was trying to roll over.” A giggle escapes as the scruff on his chin tickles the skin at the base of my neck.
“Well in that case…” He rolls me so quickly that my breath gets caught, and I snort out another laugh. He keeps me flush to him, only in the turn he hitches my leg up and over his hip, while he palms the curve of my ass. The dimple on his cheek pops to life as he laughs. The deep rumble of it sends a shiver down my spine and to a place that is, very much, exposed right now.
A flush heats my cheeks at the memories of last night surfacing as I find myself in the position he's placed me. Heat pools at my center, and I bite my lip to try to keep myself from squirming. His eyes drop to the motion of my mouth, and he licks his full bottom lip.
“Is it time for us to get going?” My voice doesn’t sound like my own. Thick and full of heat.
“It is.” That’s all he says as he narrows his eyes on me with a devilish grin.
“What?” A smile tugs at my mouth, but I don’t allow it, biting my lip again.
He lifts his body, propping onto one elbow, and his eyes darken as he looks down at me. “I don’t think I’m ready to give this up yet... I’m a selfish bastard, and I want more.” He drags his hand along the curve of my lower back, marking a path up my spine. Slowly, he guides his fingers along my shoulder, across the top of my chest, and settles, wrapping around my neck. He doesn’t apply pressure, but the heat of his palm across my throat bringsmy nipples to hard peaks, and my back arches in response. My leg being hitched up at his hip and the shiver his touch elicits makes me very aware of his growing arousal pressing against the sensitive nerves at my center, with only his pants as a barrier. He notices it at the same time I do, and he grinds the hardness into me.
A breathy moan breaks free from me as I tip my head back, giving him a better grip on my throat. He uses his thumb to angle my chin even more and drops his mouth to mine. He flicks his tongue across my bottom and top lip, kisses the tip of my nose, and smiles.
I close my eyes as I speak. “We should really…” He presses a kiss to my lips, stopping the words before they are spoken.
“I want to worship mymate.” He presses another kiss to my lips. “After, we can go save the world or do hero shit…” He smiles against my lips.
“But—” my words get caught in my throat as his hips roll into mine, causing my brain to go to mush and my thoughts to completely lose meaning. I instinctively reach up, pushing my fingers into his dark, sleep-tousled hair. He groans his approval as he turns my head and licks the shell of my ear. He removes his hand from my neck, exploring the swells of my breasts lingering there. His mouth slowly travels the same path as he continues to grind his erection into my center. The friction is causing me to wriggle and moan. He sucks the hardened bud of my breast into his mouth and clamps his front teeth down slightly, the pain and pleasure making me hiss his name. He comes back to my mouth and devours it.
“I like the taste of my name on your lips.” He rasps and continues his exploration, moving on to my other breast. He moves me fully to my back, then presses himself between my legs, his thigh aconstant pressure at the apex. He moves further south still. Trailing his tongue down the center of my stomach between kisses. Only a quick flick of a circle around my navel. The sensation makes my hips buck forward with need and before I know it, he is looking up at me, both of my legs over his shoulders. He keeps our gazes locked as he trails his tongue up my seam, gripping my ass in the same motion. He pulls me to him, and he devours me like a starved man.
The heat in his eyes briefly turns molten copper again. Just as it does, he closes them, flicks his tongue, and sucks the bundle of nerves into his mouth. He gently bites down with his teeth and soothes it over with his tongue in the perfect rhythm. The tightening in my core is maddening as he works me over with his mouth. I tug and pull the satin sheets into my fists, pulling him closer with the heels of my feet. He rumbles a laugh, his stubble brushing into my sensitive skin. At the same time, he plunges two fingers deep into my center, curling them and hitting that perfect spot. I come so hard that darkness takes my vision and only stars remain. He continues to pump them in and out while flicking his tongue over the throbbing bud, bringing me over the edge again and again.
He sits up to his knees, lips glistening with my wetness, still holding my legs wide, baring me to him. He looks all of me over, then he reaches down between us and squeezes himself hard through his pants and groans. “You are a breakfast I could eat daily, and I can’t wait to have more of you, love. However, we do need to be leaving now.” A seductive grin spreads across his face, and the dimple on his right cheek makes an appearance. He looks likea dark angel or a demon of pleasure, and it makes my heart flip knowing he's mine.
Chapter twenty-five
