And I was very here for that.
“So, we’re definitely not related?” I asked, flicking a strand of brown hair off my face.
“We’re not related,” he nodded, brown eyes full of mischief as he traced a fingertip around my nipple, causing my back to arch.
“Well, in that case,” I grinned, pulling his face up to mine as he laughed into our kiss.
My phone started vibrating somewhere within the folds of my dress, and I groaned. Last time I left that bloody thing on my body, I swear.
“Ignore it,” Dax whispered, grinding his pelvis against mine, and my breath caught in my throat. The warmth in my pelvis threatened to engulf us both. My phone continued to vibrate as Dax wriggled his way down my body, pushing up the skirt of my dress as he slid his hands up my thigh. His mouth pressed kisses as he moved.
He kissed my hip bone and then grazed his lips across my white underwear as he moved to skim the other side. Could aperson explode with desire? Because I was pretty sure I was going to.
He licked softly along my bikini line, and I filled my hands with his hair, guiding his face closer to my core. Thank God I’d worn underwear without holes tonight. His chuckle vibrated against me, sending a ripple over every sensitive inch.
He looped a finger into the waistband and gently pulled the fabric aside. A low rumble formed in his chest.
“Beautiful,” he rasped, before devouring me with his tongue, coaxing a whimper from my throat.
I tried to ignore my phone that was vibrating again as I rocked my pelvis beneath Dax’s face, my thighs dropping wider. Damn it, Rick—pick another time for your anxiety. I didn’t need to check to know it was him.
The pressure had me right on the edge already, and Dax picked that moment between my shallow breaths to slow the movements of his tongue. Every stroke became slow and firm. My back arched again as he slid a finger inside me, moving it as agonisingly slow as his tongue. As his strokes slid deeper inside, he sucked my core into his mouth and my body convulsed with pleasure. My toes curled, as did my fingers in his hair, as everything else in the world disappeared.
It was Dax and me and the moon. Everything inside me released with the pulsing waves as I moaned and rocked against him. He held my thighs open as they tried to collapse around him, and he continued his soft movements, much smaller now as my body shuddered against him.
"God, you turn me on," he groaned, kissing my thighs.
I stretched my hands above my head as Dax rearranged the blankets and moved to lie beside me. His eyes still danced with pleasure, and I longed to return the favour, but my phone vibrated again. I reached for it with an exaggerated groan.
“Incapacitated,” I snapped into the speaker, before hanging up. He’d get the message. No clam-jamming allowed.
Dax leaned on one elbow, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. I interlaced our fingers, still high on the aftershocks pulsing through my body. He shook the phone from my hand and kissed my wrist softly.
I was used to sex being fast, hard, and usually with someone I hoped never to see again. Dax’s kisses were slow, deliberate, and searching. The way he looked at me as I tugged his sweatpants and boxer briefs down in one motion made me think this was something different. And while the thought terrified me to my core, the overwhelming desire to see this through with him filled every cell within me. Even the afraid ones.
“Dax?” I whispered into his lips as I tugged my hand up and down his hard length, enjoying the way his breath shook out with each stroke.
“Mmm?” he groaned, breathing his next growl into my mouth between kisses.
“I don’t want this to be a one-time thing,” I whispered, grateful he couldn’t see the flush of my cheeks in the darkness.
His eyes flashed open as he pressed his forehead to mine, cupping my jaw with his hand. “Baby, this was never going to be a one-time thing. I’m glad you finally figured that out.”
With that, I was pulling him on top of me, tugging my dress above my waist as he slid my knickers down and reached for a condom from his wallet. I guided him to me, but he hovered at my entrance, flashing that devastating smile.
“One day soon,” he whispered, “you’re going to believe me when I say you’re perfect.”
I snorted. “You don’t know everything about me yet.”
“Ry, we’re all so much more than our secrets,” he whispered, allowing the very tip of his erection inside me. I groaned at the contact, as my eyes fluttered shut.
“Open your eyes,” he growled, one palm cradling my cheek. I looked at him, desperate to have him inside me.
“I want you here with me,” he said, his forehead resting against mine. “Right here.”
“I’m here,” I whispered—and I was. I wasn’t numbing myself, wasn’t disappearing into fantasy. I was right here with Dax Holmes, feeling an awful lot like one half of a couple.
“Good,” he growled into my ear as he ploughed his entire length deep inside me. I sucked in a breath, adjusting to the sensation of him filling my walls as he took long thrusts, nearly coming all the way out with each slow stroke. I pulled one of my knees up to allow him to get a deeper angle, and he grunted with the sensation.
