His eyes narrowed before a decadent and wicked smile curved his mouth. His nostrils flared and for a second, Allie thought he might throw her over his shoulder and carry her off. Looking behind him, he spied a stack of folded kitchen towels and grabbed them. In a few seconds, he had them between her and the countertop.
Dax’s fingers resumed a slow, torturous stroking. He slipped two fingers inside her and pressed gently upward against her pelvic bone. A bolt of blazing sensation raced through her. She tensed but quickly stopped trying to fight it. She was vaguely aware of sounds coming from the store, but she couldn’t focus. The pleasure was off the charts amazing.
His lips grazed against her ear as his fingers began a gentle rocking motion while he kept pressure on that spot. That delicious, make-her-come-apart spot. Her entire body tensed as a huge pulse of pleasure rolled through her from the deepest place inside her pussy all the way to her clit. Allie grabbed his shoulders and came up off the counter.
“I’m going to cum!” The hurried words got lost in the moan she tried to silence. The orgasm hit her hard, yet she tensed her inner muscles to hold back. The pleasure refused to be denied and skyrocketed in sensation. She squirmed on the counter, gripping Dax as she thrust her hips into his hand, seeking every ounce of pleasure from his fingers. His fingers kept gently rocking until he’d milked her dry. Gasping, Allie slipped an arm around his neck to steady herself as the sensations began to fade like dying embers. Seconds passed with her heart racing and slamming in her chest. Dax gathered her into his arms as he leaned over her, holding her until their breathing slowed.
Reality came back in by degrees, her mind suddenly clearing with crystal clarity what she’d just done.
In her bakery.
With a man she barely knew.
A quick glance at the clock revealed that he’d gotten her off in five minutes. Five fucking minutes!
“Oh, God,” Allie burst. She wiggled against him until he stood back. He had a wadded up white towel in his hands and a very, very satisfied look on his face. She slipped off the counter and smoothed her skirt. Looking around, she was sure she’d find her dad standing there. But it was just her and Dax and the amazing ache of satiated lust, and the towel he’d used to remind her she’d let herself completely go in his arms.
He was looking at her with a heated want that she’d never seen on a man’s face before. So much for taking it slow. She had to get this back on track before it turned into a complete disaster.
“You need to leave before someone sees us back here.” She swallowed hard and crossed her arms over her breasts. Dax’s gaze trailed to her chest. She couldn’t help a glance at his erection still begging for release from his jeans. A pang went through her that she wouldn’t get to feel that huge cock inside her right now or get him off. Poor guy. But they had to get back to boundaries... as if they’d had any to start with.
“Did you hear me? Slip out the back door so my dad thinks you already left.”
He was still staring at her breasts. “Next time, those are going in my mouth.”
Allie huffed a laugh and pushed him back another step so she could move to the side. “There isn’t going to be a next time.”
“Don’t be so quick to say that.”
She shook her head. “I won’t rush into anything. I mean, I say that after we just... I know it makes me a hypocrite, but I can’t rush again. I just can’t.
“Allie, this isn’t what you think it is.” His forehead crinkled as if he’d just confused himself. Good, they could be confused together.
“Do I want to know what you mean by that?”
He ran a hand through his hair but looked as cocky as ever. Like he’d just learned a juicy secret.
“I want it all, Allie. I want you under me, on top of me, on your knees for me.”
She opened her mouth to remind him there wouldn’t be a next time, but he shushed her with a finger to her lips. She had the strongest urge to pull that finger into her mouth and give it a good suck.
“It feels like I have no control over this crazy attraction between us. It’s like wanting you is the most natural thing.”
So, he felt it, too. She searched his eyes and slowly nodded. Dax took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.
“If you feel it too, it can only mean one thing.”
Allie put her hands up. “I don’t want to hear it. I can’t do this right now, okay? I’ve already been with a shifter who played the whole mate card, and he rejected me. It was a bad, scary relationship and I don’t want this right now, ok? I don’t want it.”
Why was panic fluttering like a caged bird inside her? The room seemed small, suffocating. She couldn’t do this, not now. Not again so soon. He was a shifter, just like Blake. Not all men were the same; she knew that deep down. On the surface, she was still scared from what Blake was capable of. He’d said things, done things she’d never told anyone about. Besides, she knew nothing about Dax except that she had some crazy strong attraction to him.
And it was confusing as hell. Relationships didn’t happen this fast. It was supposed to take time before she had any important feelings for a man. And though she couldn’t name exactly what she was feeling, it was something...important.
Dax’s fingers curled into fists. “Which pack is he from?”
“What?”
All traces of lust were gone from his face. His eyes were hard, wicked. “The shifter who hurt you. Which pack, Allie?”
