My mouth fluttered wordlessly.
Would this ever get old? I sure as heck hoped not.
"You're so hot." The statement was out of my mouth before I could withhold it.
Now, the smile that crept over his tired, still yawning features, was absolutely not withheld. He leaned back on his hands,watchingme with those tired eyes. "Come here," he murmured.
Like I was going to hesitate when I had the chance to stand so close to him and all that glorious warm skin. I stopped between his widespread legs.
Dex sat up, gripping the back of my thighs loosely before starting a trail up over the curve of my ass, beneath the thin and stretched out material of my sweater. It was second nature to still wear long-sleeved stuff, regardless of whether he knew about my arm or not. Luckily, he didn't point it out as his hot hands circled most of my waist, his thumbs making these tiny circles just above my belly button ring. My shirt bunched over his arms.
"Seen a lot of things in my life—"
Don't vomit, Iris.
By a lot of things, he didn't necessarily mean people.
Okay, who am I kidding, he probably did.
I wasn't going to puke. I wasn't.
"But you," his nostrils flared, "my sweet, sweet baby, have gotta be my favorite by far.I think you win first through one-hundredth place." His head dipped forward to bite at the loose cotton draped over his forearms. He slowly edged the material up with his teeth and tongue until he finagled his head beneath my sweatshirt, a solid lump above my tummy.
The tip of his tonguetappedthe stud of my belly button ring briefly. His breath warmed the skin above it before he pressed his lips to the same spot, damp and gentle. Dex touched his tongue to the same place, more of a wet kiss than a lick.
"Smell so good," he murmured as his hands kneaded my hips, making me arch into him.
Looking down at him, with his face up my shirt, kissing and licking at me, I didn't think there was anything hotter in the world.
Dex kissed each side of my ribs with slow, chaste pecks. "Wish I wasn't so tired," he said, tongue tracing a line up my stomach.
Oh boy.
That wet, raspy tip stopped right between my breasts. I could see his head turn to the right, brushing a small line on the underside of my breast. His lips latched on to that inside swell, sucking it gently. Holy friggin' crap. He switched his mouth over to the other little globe and did the same.
I made noises that weren't entirely human as heat bloomed at my core.
And that's when he pulled his head out from under my shirt, planting one last quick kiss on my piercing. "Gotta shower, babe."
I choked.Was he serious?
My expression must have conveyed the what-the-friggin'-hell look on my face because he smothered a laugh by pressing his lips to my now-clothed hip. "I'm so damn tired. You don't need to stay up if you don't wanna," he said, coming to stand with his hands still beneath my shirt.
Dex flashed me another tired grin, kissing the top of my head right before he side-stepped me with asmackto my ass.
"Get some sleep," he said as if that was even an option when it felt like Niagara Falls was between my legs.
By the time I realized that he wasn't kidding, leaving me there standing like a complete moron, he'd already turned on the shower.
That dick.
I climbed into bed trying my best not to think about Dex's pleasured face the night before—all loose and relaxed with happiness mixed in there. Which then got menotthinking of how he'd looked days before that with his mouth...
Stop it.
The bed was surprisingly a lot more comfortable than my bed at Sonny's, and definitely way more than Dex's couch. I wasn't surprised when I fell asleep almost immediately after putting my head on the pillow.
And it felt like I'd barely done that when I was rolled onto my stomach, my cheek against the sheets. Warm lips and cool air tickled my spine. Two sets of fingers swept over my shoulder blades, down the twin sections of my back.
