She nods, then shifts her hips. Her hand is still on my cock, and I groan as she angles it toward her, trailing the tip through her wetness. “It’s what I want.”
Then she moves again, taking the first couple of inches inside. Her eyes widen, and I hold still. I could still stop now if I had to, and I brace for her to say it. But those aren’t the words that fall from those perfect lips.
“Oh my God, you feel unreal.”
I groan and skim my hands from her hips to her breasts. My thumbs tease her nipples, and I wait for her to make the next move. She’s in control, and I sense that’s what she needs right now.
“I want you to ride me,” I tell her. “Slow and soft or hard and fast—you call the shots.”
She nods, gaze locked with mine, almost like she’s mesmerized. Then she sinks down on me in one slick move.
“Oh my God.”
She’s the one who says that, but the words are in my head, too. Holy shit, she feels amazing.
She slides down again, breathless with pleasure as she begins to fuck me. Her hips move like there’s someone else driving them, like she’s been seized by some other force. She reaches behind me and grabs the back of the sofa, manicured claws sinking into the leather as she uses it for leverage.
“God, Dax.” My name comes out of her mouth like a moan, and I can’t believe this is the same woman I met at the bar.
She’s thrusting and grinding and growling low in her throat. I start to reach between us to tickle her clit, but there’s no need. She’s already there.
“Oh. Oh Jesus, yes?—”
She throws her head back and gives a primal scream I’m sure will have the neighbors summoning the cops. But there’s no time for that now, as shapes start to shimmer behind my eyelids and I realize I’m right there with her.
“Christ,” I groan as I let go.
We both come for what feels like forever, fucking and gasping and riding each other. When it’s over, Lisa collapses against my chest again.
I stroke her back through the silk blouse. She’s missing one of the buttons on her left sleeve, and I have no idea when that happened. Is she going to come down from the clouds and survey the scene, embarrassed? She’ll take in her disheveled clothes, her mussed hair, the uneducated lug on her sofa and will devise the politest, most tasteful way to ask me to please get the hell out of her house.
I wait for the words to fall from those full lips as she leans back and looks me in the eye.
“Dax,” she says. “I want you again.”
Chapter 5
Lisa
Dax gives me a startled look as he digests the words I’ve just spoken.
I want you again.
He stares at me for a few beats, seemingly at a loss for words. “I know you said some of this is new to you, but the male anatomy needs a little more time to?—”
“I don’t mean right this second,” I say, waving aside the rest of his explanation. “I may be an uptight priss, but I’m not a virgin.”
He raises an eyebrow at me, and I feel awkward straddling his lap like this. Then I replay what he just suggested, and the awkwardness cranks up to eighty. “Wait, did you think I was a virgin because I’m not very good at—at—at all this?”
I wave my hand again, hoping the gesture is enough to sum up what just happened here.
Like it could ever be enough.
Dax grins and grabs my wrist, then plants a kiss on my palm. He takes his time with it, sending a shiver that runs all the way from my hand to the point where our bodies are still joined. We should definitely get rid of the condom.
“Anyone ever accuse you of overthinking things?”
“Good Lord, yes,” I say. “I never stop thinking.”
