Page 28 of Spark

There was nothing anyone could do to make this okay, but there was one person who made her feel amazing whenever he was near. She needed another dose of Dex. Was desperate for it, for him.

Hattie: Sure am. Just tell me where and when.

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Hattie stood at Dex’s door and ran her hands over her hips. For some crazy reason her palms felt a little clammy and nerves were flapping around like demented hummingbirds in her belly.

Not to mention excited. She’d looked forward to seeing him all day, especially after the phone call she’d had with her father that afternoon. The increased frequency of their calls and emails meant they were getting desperate.

The fury in his voice had proven it. His anger and disappointment were still ringing in her ears. There was no happy ending on their horizon, no compromise.

And now she just felt more determined to prove him and her mother wrong.

Hattie pushed that from her mind and knocked.

The garage was locked up for the night, but Dex had ended up working late so she’d told him she’d come to him.

The door opened and she bit her lip, almost moaning out loud. Dex stood in front of her in only a damp towel, his hair sticking up all over the place, the huge expanse of his tattooed upper body on full display, and a sheepish expression on his face.

God, he was lovely.

Everything about him, inside and out. It was the word that sprang to mind most often when she thought of him.

“Won’t be a minute. Let me just get dressed.” He walked to his dresser and whipped off the towel, giving her an eyeful of his insanely gorgeous ass, before covering all that glory with a pair of cheek-hugging boxer briefs followed by jeans.

Clothes? Who needed clothes? She wanted him to lie on the bed at her mercy so she could worship every bit of that enormous body slowly.

“Takeout? You okay with pizza?” Dex asked as he tugged a shirt on.

Hattie frowned. “Pizza?”

“Gotta eat, sweetness. Haven’t had time to buy food this week. Worked through lunch. I’m ready to chew off my own arm.”

The sudden desire to cook for him hit her like a foreign object hurtling through the air. She had never in her life wanted to cook for a man. She barely cooked for herself. But the idea of feeding Dex, of watching him eat, moan in pleasure, and sit back satisfied after devouring a meal that she’d prepared, had warmth washing over her.

“Yeah, of course. Whatever you’re in the mood for,” she said distractedly, stunned by the direction her thoughts had taken her.

He turned to her, and his gaze was suddenly dark and hungry. “I’m in the mood for you, and I’d already have you on that bed, my mouth on your pussy, if my body hadn’t started cannibalizing itself.”

She swallowed at the way he growled those dirty words at her and forced a chuckle. “Let’s get some food in your belly. Then we can come back and indulge our, um…other cravings.”

“Yeah?” he gritted out.

“Most definitely,” she said, a needy pulse building between her thighs.

He strode across the room, his long legs eating up the space between them, and tugged her into his arms. “Haven’t kiss you hello yet.”

Hattie stared up into his gorgeous brown eyes and felt a little weak at the knees. “No, you haven’t.”

His mouth came down on hers, and he kissed her thoroughly, sucking on her lips, her tongue, wet and deep and in a way she felt everywhere within seconds. Every time they kissed it was the same: a full body experience, mind-blowing, earth-shattering. God, fireworks.

Dex finally pulled away and rested his forehead against hers. He was breathing heavily. “Fuck,” he said.

Hattie’s thoughts exactly.

“Screw it, let’s stay here,” he growled out at the same time as his tummy rumbled so loud there was no hiding it.

She bit her lip to hold back her laugh, but it escaped when she got a good look at Dex’s expression. Kind of annoyed, kind of embarrassed.