Her skin warmed under his gaze, the needy ache getting worse. Dax took a step closer, then another. Allie side-eyed him and stirred faster. She tried to measure her breathing, not too fast, not too slow.
“Sugar, cinnamon, chocolate... and my favorite, honey. It’s like a perfume.” His voice grew thick and low. “But you know which scent I love the most?”
Allie looked at him, holding the spoon in the air because she’d forgotten what she was doing. She didn’t want to answer him, didn’t want to encourage whatever this crazy thing was between them. But her lips moved anyway.
“What?”
His fingers graced along her forearm. Allie jumped, her eyes closing against the electric sensations drawing over her skin. Lightly raking his nails along her arm, Dax stepped into her, tipping her chin up with his other hand so she met his eyes.
“The scent of your arousal. I know you want me, Allie. It’s driving me and my bear wild.”
How dare he imply... oh heck, he wasn’t implying. It was fact. She did want him. Against better judgement and even with the likelihood this would turn into another heartbreak, or worse, she wanted him. Her mind was already cloudy again, as if this were happening by compulsion and not her own rational intentions.
Dax ran a hand around her ribs to her lower back and pulled her into him. She reached up, forgetting about the spoon in her hand. It stuck to the side of his neck, a big dollop of frosting coating his skin. It clung for a second, then ran in a slow, sensual glide over his neck where it settled in the crevice of his collarbone.
His eyebrows rose, his mouth pulling into a surprised grin. Allie gasped in apology but didn’t move away to grab a rag. A better idea popped into her mind. She rose on her tiptoes until her lips almost touched his neck. Dax’s chest swelled and stilled as her breath touched his skin.
“Now you’re a sticky sweet bear.” Allie touched the tip of her tongue to the frosting. Dax groaned, his fingers digging into her lower back. A surge of power and satisfaction rose in her chest. Moving closer, Allie slowly licked the side of his neck. The dual flavors of hot male skin and brown sugar was intoxicating. Her body was thrumming inside with need that was going to quickly get out of control.
She had to slow this down. Leaning back a bit, she traced the divot in his chin with her finger. “See what I did there? Sticky Sweet, like the bakery...”
“Lick it off.”
The dominance in his voice made her knees weak. His palm cupped the back of her head and directed her back to his neck. Allie leaned back in, stroking her tongue against his delicious skin with short and long strokes until she was trembling from head to toe. She sucked along the length of his neck and smoothed each pucker with a caress of her tongue.
Dax’s breathing came hard and fast, a deeper sound of pleasure escaping from his lips. In one swift move, he grabbed her hips and spun her. He hitched her butt up onto the butcherblock and nudged her knees apart so he could fit between them. Dax slid the kerchief off her head and fisted the back of her hair, pulling her head back. Allie gasped and put her arms out behind her to steady herself on the counter as he forced her upper body to arch. Afraid she was going to fall; she squeezed her thighs around his hips to anchor herself.
Dax’s pelvis pressed into the cradle of her thighs. The bulge of his erection pressed into her upper thigh as he leaned over her, his hand tightening in her hair. Almost giddy with excitement and tension, Allie whimpered with need. Her guess was right; his cock felt thick and long. If it was that yummy through his jeans, what would it be like free and bare in her hand?
His lips cruised over her jaw and down her neck. Allie moaned softly as his chest hovered over hers, so his muscles brushed the hard tips of her breasts. Moving lower, Dax nibbled and kissed his way along her collar bone. She was aware that her father or Becks could walk back here at any moment. She was more aware that she was making uncontrollable moans that sounded way too loud in her ears.
Dax ground his hips against her, bringing the length of his bulge against her pussy. Allie cried out and pushed into him, seeking the contact. Needing it like air. His big hands grabbed her hips and pulled her down, so her butt was on the edge of the countertop.
“What are you doing to me woman?” He growled the words before taking her mouth in a crushing kiss. Allie opened, taking his tongue, and pressing her lips as deeply as she could against his. Dax thrust his hips, rubbing all that hardness where she needed it the most. He pulled up her skirt with one hand and bunched it around her upper thighs. His eyes fell to the slip of her pink panties, the center soaked with her arousal.
“Fuck, you’re wet.” He pressed his cock against her again, expertly rubbing against her clit with a slow series of up and down thrusts. She tried to pull his shirt free from his jeans with one shaking hand but lost the strength. Captured in the pleasure pumping through her, she leaned back, her hair hanging down. Dax’s warmth and scent and the pressure of his dominant hands on her body consumed her.
This was obscene, and sooooo improper and wrong.
But Jesus, the sweet pressure was already swelling between her legs, the erotic ride up, up, up to the peak of orgasm ushering her along. Trying to hush her moans, Allie knew she should plead with him to stop. But she didn’t want to.
Desire darkened his expression and turned it wild and primal. Seeing how much he wanted her drove her that much closer to the edge. Pleasure thrummed around her clit. A familiar pressure stared deep inside her pussy. The intensity of it left her breathless. She never came this fast! She was so overdue for an orgasm as it was, and this—this promised to be a doozy.
“Spread wider,” he growled. Dax stroked her pussy lips with two long fingers, teasing her slit until she was desperate for him to go deeper. Allie let her thighs fall completely apart and he slipped between her lips. Electric pleasure sparked in every direction. She cried out, immediately aware of how loud she’d been and covered her mouth with her hand.
“No, no, don’t be quiet. Let me hear how much you want me to make you cum.”
The pressure deep within her pussy became demanding and powerful. She hadn’t felt it in too long, this deep, deep ache that rolled into a demanding pulse she couldn’t control or ignore. If Dax kept stroking her clit, she was going to explode in more ways than one.
“Wait!” She moaned and grabbed his wrist to stop his movements. Dax kissed her neck and kept fingering her clit. “I mean it, please.”
He stalled. “Why?”
“B—because I can’t come. Not here. We’re in thekitchen!”
Dax drew back to look down at her. “Honey, your clit is so hard and swollen. You need to come.”
She nodded even as an embarrassed flush heated her face. “Yes, God yes. But grab a towel or something.”
