“Let’s do this again,” he interrupts. “Good morning.”
This time, he crowds me till the backs of my knees hit the bed.
“Good morning,” I mumble before inhaling his clean scent. Turns out bath soap is an aphrodisiac. Who knew?
With nowhere to go, I lie down. Dexter follows, crawling over me slowly. Seductively. His face brushes against my stomach, between my breasts, on my shoulders. My fingers roam over his damp hair. I surrender to the manly bulk caging me in.
But I do have some reservations.
“I haven’t brushed my teeth,” I squeak.
His chuckle is buried in my neck. “You smell like the bed we shared all night. It’s so fucking sexy.”
I feel his erection against my core. Of their own accord, my hips lift, desperate to cradle his hardness between my thighs. He pulls off his towel. My legs immediately wrap around his lower back.
One hand in my hair, the other tweaking a breast, Dex handles my body perfectly as he speaks against my ear.
“Your underwear is soaked, Sabrina. Soaked and in my way.”
As if the underwear was a personal insult to him, Dex pulls it off and flings it over his shoulder. It shouldn’t be so hot to watch him kiss my inner thighs, to feel his shortened, panting breaths tickle my intimate parts. What a vision he is with his muscular shoulders shoving me wider and his tongue running over his lower lip like a starving man about to devour his favorite meal.
And then he’s on me, licking relentlessly and grazing my clit with full, hungry lips. His trimmed beard, now equally soaked with my arousal, adds to the sensations I can’t begin to describe except to say that fireworks are definitely under my skin. He feels incredible, churning my wetness while he delves deeper. Pulling everything to my center.
“Oh, god, Dex. That’s . . . that’s . . .”
“So fucking delicious. Best breakfast ever,” he finishes my thought for me.
When he sucks my clit, I shatter. My center pulses and my body convulses. I can barely hold back my satisfied moans.
Suddenly, Dexter’s hand is over my mouth.
“Shh,” he orders me, although there’s a smug smile on his face.
Three loud knocks on our door might as well be a gong.
“Answer your phone, honeymooners,” Julia shouts from the hallway. “Mom sent me up to say brunch will be ready in ten minutes.”
I close my legs, barely missing Dex’s jaw with my knee.
Scrambling away and jumping off the bed, I call out, “We’ll be right down! Thanks, Julia!”
Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Dex lying on his back with his arms out.
The picture of frustration.
“Go ahead downstairs, Dex. I’ll follow in a bit,” I call from the closet where I’m grabbing my clothes for the day.
“I’ll leave, but only if you put on the sexy underwear in the box.”
Naturally, he peeked inside the lingerie box I left in the bathroom.
“Maybe,” I answer vaguely, excited to wear the blue set.
He’s put on thin athletic pants and stands with his hands over the doorway of the walk-in closet, eyes straying to my bare legs. Sculpted abdominals shift with each breath, his thick bulge as easy to ignore as a neon sign.
He won’t get out of my way, so I place my hand on his chest for a slight shove. He takes my hand and kisses it.
The gesture is so tender, my knees buckle.
