“Will you just shut up for one second and let metalk?”
“What?” I fire back, breath shaking. “What could you possibly say that would make all of this okay?”
His eyes lock on mine, dark, burning.
“This.”
His hands slide into my wet hair, gripping just enough to anchor me as he backs me hard against the car.
And then he kisses me.
Hard.
The impact knocks the air out of me as my back hits the metal, his mouth claiming mine like he’s been holding this back for far too long.
There’s nothing careful about it.
Nothing hesitant.
Just need.
I gasp against his mouth, and he takes it, deepening the kiss like he’s been waiting for that exact moment.
My hands clutch at his jacket as everything inside me unravels, every thought, every reason to leave dissolving the second he pulls me closer.
His hand tightens in my hair, holding me there as the kiss shifts, slows, deepens, like he’s saying everything he hasn’t been able to put into words.
His mouth moves from mine to my jaw, slower now, deliberate, before finding the spot below my ear and my body reacts before I can stop it.
“Tell me you won’t leave…” he murmurs against my skin, his breath warm, his lips brushing mine again before I can answer.
“Dex…” is all I manage as heat floods through me, my body already leaning into him, already choosing him.
He pulls back just enough, his forehead resting against mine.
We’re both breathing hard.
“Tell me.”
“I won’t,” I whisper, and I know it the second I say it. I’m not going anywhere. “I can’t.”
Something in him settles.
Then he kisses me again.
And this time, I give in completely.
My body presses into his without hesitation, like it’s exactly where it belongs, my fingers curling into his soaked shirt as every last piece of resistance falls away.
The rain soaks through us, cold against my skin, but his hands are warm, solid, pulling me closer, leaving no space between us.
And still it’s not enough.
I’m already addicted to this. To him.
He pulls back just long enough to look at me, really look at me, like he needs to be sure I’m stillhere.
“I’ve got you now…” he murmurs, like he still can’t quite believe it. “No one’s ever laying a hand on you again.”
