“Why are you asking?” He looks confused.
Pushing off the gold hand railing, I close the distance between us. I finger the studs on his starched shirt. “Because you look so good in this that I’m ready to tear it off you.”
He tugs me in close, hands skimming the top of my ass. “We could get in trouble if we did that in here.”
“Too bad we can’t go somewhere else where it would be okay.” I quirk a brow at him.
“That would take way too long to get there. And I’ve been patient all night.”
“You have, have you?”
I drag a finger along his smooth jaw. A shudder racks my body at the thought of feeling his face between my legs.
“It was a trial in patience, Chloe.” Dax presses his lips just below my ear. “Seeing you in this dress? All I’ve wanted to do is peel you out of it. See what’s hiding underneath."
“Dax,” I moan, digging my fingers into his pecs. “I need you.”
He trails his lips up and down my neck. Hot, wet kisses that ignite the fire in my core. “Almost there, Sunshine. Just a few?—”
The elevator dings and I hurry out, not wanting to wait a second longer.
Dax, it seems, is in no hurry as he strolls behind me.
“Would you hurry up?” I snap my fingers at him.
“You have someplace you need to be?” He stops, fidgeting with his shirt cuffs.
“If you don’t hurry up, Dax Fletcher, I am going to go into that room and start myself.”
That gets his attention. “Is that supposed to be a punishment, Chloe? Because it doesn’t sound like it.”
“You are?—”
What I was going to say is quickly forgotten as Dax hurries toward me and kisses me like I’ve never been kissed before.
He swallows my gasp, tangling his tongue with mine as he backs us toward our destination. We both fight for control as I cling to him for dear life.
Every nerve ending in my body is on fire and ready to explode at his taste. My back hits a wall, but we don’t stop. If anything, it urges Dax on.
He thrusts a leg between mine, and I grind down on him as his lips move along my jaw. Featherlight kisses make me want to explode.
“Dax, I?—”
“Yeah?” He tugs my earlobe between his teeth. “What do you want?”
“To be naked under you and feel you inside me.”
“You don’t like this?” He drags a finger along my exposed thigh.
“We’ve already done this. I want?—”
“Tell me what you want.”
It’s a demand.
“I want your mouth on me as I come on your tongue.”
“What else?” He flicks his tongue against the soft flesh of my ear and it makes me dizzy with lust.
