That’s it. My pulse has fully spiked. He is clad in only a pair of gym shorts, hanging precariously low on his hip. I run my eyes up and down, blatantly drinking in his body. How can all this man be mine? I see beads of sweat pooling on his chest, and I get the sudden urge to lick them off to see how he tastes. I bet he tastes like the sea. My favorite happy place. I lick my lips at the thought. My thighs clench in reaction, and my gaze darts up to meet his eyes. He must notice my response to him because he ushers me in quickly, closing the door behind me.
“Jesus, Liv.” The hungry look in his eyes makes me flush. It quickly spreads to my face as he continues perusing my body. He lands his final glare on my lips. He moves toward me, his eyes growing dark.
“Keeping looking at me like that, Liv and my parents will be very sad that we won’t make an appearance tonight.”
I envision following him into the shower and spending the rest of the night worshipping his body. He leans in and places a quick kiss on my lips. The soft, warm sensation of his lips on mine made my heart race even faster.
Control yourself,I chastise in my head.
“We have a whole night ahead of us,” he says as he walks away to shower.
A whole night. The reality of the situation comes storming back to my brain. I’ve thought about this night over and over since he asked me. My nerves are getting more worked up each time. I absentmindedly chew on my bottom lip. He returns after his shower and notices the change in my behavior immediately. His hands come to my arms, rubbing up and down in a comforting motion. He stoops to look me in the eye.
“Hey, don’t worry about it. They are going to love you,” he whispers.
He was standing there in his towel with beads of water dripping around his neck from his hair. His hot breath causes an eruption of goose bumps along my arms as he continues to rub them. He places another kiss on my lips, pulling me in close. His tongue sweeps across the seam of my lips, and I open for him as he deepens our kiss. I can feel his erection growing against my stomach. Only a towel spread thin against his growing erection separates me from his dick. He steps back, and I immediately feel the loss of his body heat against mine. He turns around, walking away, but smiling at me over his shoulder. I hear him mumble something about needing another cold shower as he walks off to get ready.
I stand there watching his retreat, and when he gets to his bedroom door, he turns back around and looks me up and down.
“You look beautiful tonight, Liv. I’ll be ready in a few minutes. Make yourself at home, okay?”
I look at him like a woman starved for affection. Although, I am only starved for Dax. My Dax.
“Okay,” I answer him back in such a breathy voice, letting him know how much he affects me.
His laugh echoes through the room as he closes the door behind him, leaving me alone in his apartment. True to his word, Dax is ready in less than ten minutes.
“Ready to meet my parents?” He grabs his keys and holds his hand out to me, and I take it eagerly.
“Yes,” is the only word I can get out as we make our way out of his apartment and downstairs into the parking garage.
Of course, he drives a Range Rover. It's a Defender, and I can only imagine his surfboards on top as he cruises over the sand in such a rugged yet luxurious off-roading vehicle. It fits him perfectly. His scent envelopes me on the drive over.
“Where’s your car?” I ask as I close the door. It smells of sandalwood and clean laundry. I wish I could bottle his scent and use it to permeate my pillows. To be able to wake up to the smell of him every day would be heaven.
“Oh, that was my parents’ car. Mine was getting detailed that day and I had to leave it overnight. Too much sand to clean.” He laughs.
I realize that I don’t know much about him now, but I will change that soon.
We roll up the driveway to Dax’s parents, and my eyes can’t believe what’s in front of me. This family is undeniably wealthy. When he told me that his mom headed the hospital’s charity events, I thought they might be rich, but I didn’t have confirmation until now. Watching their mansion-like home come into view, I am awestruck. He rounds the car and opens my door, helping me out. “Always a true gentleman.” I tease as he takes my hand. Who said chivalry is dead? Not this guy. He has it in spades. “Always for you, Liv.” Our fingers wind together, and we walk the short distance to his parents' doorstep. With one last look at me he grabs the doorknob and pushes it open.
“Hello!” Dax calls into the house. “Mom, we’re here.”
I immediately hear heels clicking toward the entrance. A beautiful tall woman dressed in a simple, stylish dress makes her way down the hallway to us. She’s about my height, has shoulder-length hair, and skin so flawless it makes me jealous. She looks much younger than her actual age. As she gets closer, her arms immediately envelop Dax in a hug. Dax drops my hand to lovingly hug his mother back before she turns to me.
“And who is this lovely lady you brought over?”
He laughs and says, “Mom, you know this is Liv. The girl that I have been telling you about.”
She has a teasing look on her face, and I know she is giving Dax a hard time. “And also, your date for the gala we have coming up in a few months?”
I notice that she stresses “coming up in a few months,” as if Dax isn’t accustomed to keeping a girl for long. I try not to read too much into it.
“Yes, Mom. And I know when the gala is.” He smirks and then looks toward me.
I reach out my hand and introduce myself to her. “Hi, I’m Liv. Very nice to meet you.”
She pulls me in for a hug. “Please call me Isabella, and I’m so happy to meet you.”
