“Only cute?”
“Cute. Hot. Sexy.”
“Better.”
He gives me a featherlight kiss that makes my insides sing with joy. My toes curl. If this is a hint of what’s to come, I can’t wait.
“Back to the gala. What’d you want to tell me?”
“Marcus said Harper and Stevie are going to get ready at the hotel if you want to join them. I figured I could get us a room there together to spend the night.”
A sly smile slips onto my face. “Why does it feel like you’re asking me to prom and then we’re going to have sex?”
Dax bursts out laughing. “Only you, Chloe.”
“What?” I lean back. “That’s what it feels like. I never got the real prom experience. No corsage. Just a drunk guywho picked me up in a limo and then couldn’t dance with me.”
I don’t need to tell Dax who it was. He already knows.
“Well then. I will try to right these wrongs that were done to you back in high school. Give you the true prom experience.”
“Being with you is enough,” I say. “Getting to dress up and be on your arm and maybe listen to my favorite singer? It’ll be the perfect night.”
Dax’s warm hand cups my cheek. His brown eyes are soft as a small smile curls his mouth.
How could I have been so oblivious to how this man looks at me? Maybe I didn’t want to believe it, but now that we’re here, I don’t know how I missed it.
The tender way Dax always looks at me makes me feel seen. This is what I’ve been missing for so many years. To sit with someone and know I’m cared for.
I never had that with Duncan. With Dax I’ve felt it every day we’ve been together, even the days we’re apart.
I close the distance between the two of us, sealing my mouth over his. It’s the sweetest kiss. One full of promise but also need. A hunger for this man that starts low in my belly and keeps growing as Dax deepens the kiss.
Each swipe of his tongue strikes the match that burns the fire inside of me. I lean into his touch. Craving more. My fingers play with the soft hairs at the nape of his neck. His thumb presses into the throbbing pulse of my neck.
“Dax.” I pull away, breathless. “We can’t do this here.”
Lust fills his eyes. “You’re saying I can’t kiss you, Sunshine?”
“You better kiss me, Dax. All I want is for you to kiss me. But if we keep going…”
“Right. We can save it for tomorrow.”
“It might be my favorite part.”
Dax narrows his eyes at me. “Might be? What else could be your favorite?”
“Do I have to tell you?” I snicker.
“By not telling me, you did,” he groans.
“Maybe if you can introduce me to Genevieve if she does perform, you’ll be my favorite part.”
“I’ll see what I can do.”
Chapter Nineteen
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