Chapter 9 #2
Liliana crossed the threshold. As soon as she did, she stepped in front of him. “Thank you for a lovely evening and the dancing.” She had all good intentions of leaving it at that and going alone to her bedroom.
Then she did a bad thing. She leaned up on her toes and brushed her lips across his. It wasn’t enough. She slipped her hand around the back of his neck and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.
Dax kicked the door closed behind her and pulled Liliana into his arms. “I promised myself I wouldn’t do this,” he said. “But woman, I can’t resist.”
Her breath caught at the fire in his eyes. “Some promises were meant to be broken,” she whispered, pulling him down.
He crushed her mouth with his, his tongue pushing past her teeth to tangle with hers.
Liliana couldn’t have stopped if she’d tried. And she wasn’t trying to stop at all. In fact, she couldn’t get close enough. As if on its own, her leg slid behind his and curled around his calf. The deeper the kiss, the higher her leg climbed, pressing her sex against his thigh.
Not enough.
She wanted him.
All of him.
Inside her.
Now.
As if he heard her thoughts, Dax’s hands slipped downward, over the swell of her buttocks to cup the backs of her thighs. Then he lifted her.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck as he carried her into the bedroom.
Once there, he let her slide down his body, his hands sliding up under the hem of her dress.
She reached behind her to unzip the garment, only to have him brush her hands away.
“Let me.” Dax turned her around and pressed his lips to the back of her neck. Then he pulled the tab on the back of her dress, lowering the zipper to the small of her back.
Liliana shivered in anticipation, her body on fire.
Dax slid the straps of her dress over her shoulders, ever so slowly, pressing his lips to the exposed skin first on one side, then the other.
Her breath catching in her throat, Liliana could barely stand to wait for another second to get naked and then strip him of his clothes.
Once the straps rounded the curve of her shoulders, the dress slipped down her body, pooling at her high-heeled feet. She hadn’t worn a bra with the dress because of the tiny straps. All she wore were heels and her lacy bikini panties.
Dax wrapped his hands around her naked waist and pulled her against him. “Tell me to stop…and I will.” He moved her hair aside and kissed the back of her neck, his hands coming up to cup her breasts.
“Don’t stop…please.” Her words came out as a whisper, her breathing alternating between being caught in her lungs and whooshing out with his every touch.
He bent, scooped her up in his arms and deposited her on the bed, leaning over to kiss her again.
Then he straightened, shucked his shoes and clothes and climbed up on the bed beside her.
She laughed. “I feel a bit overdressed.”
He drew his finger along the side of her cheek. “I kind of like the heels. I’ll take care of the rest.”
The finger slid over her jaw and down the length of her throat, eventually stopping at the swell of her breast. He tweaked the nipple between his thumb and forefinger until it beaded into a tight point.
Liliana writhed beneath him. Eager for more, she guided his hand to the other breast, where he toyed with it until he had her moaning. Then he took the breast in his mouth, tongued, nipped and flicked it.
Abandoning her breasts, he moved down her torso, blazing a path of kisses and nips until he reached the black lace panties she’d worn beneath her dress.
Hooking his thumb in the elastic band, he dragged them over her hips and down her legs.
On his way back up, he spread her thighs, moved in and parted her folds.
The first flick of his tongue on her clit sent a shockwave of sensations throughout her body. The next flick had her arching her back off the bed, urging him to take more.
He did, laving, flicking and sucking at that most sensitive place until Liliana shot over the edge, her body pulsing with her release all the way to the end.
When at last she sank back against the mattress, she dug her hands into his hair and tugged gently. “I want you.”
He leaned over the side of the bed, snagged his trousers and fished his wallet out of the back pocket. For a few tense moments, he sorted through it, finally coming up with a foil packet.
She took it from him, tore it open and rolled it over his engorged staff. Then she guided him to her entrance.
He leaned over her and claimed her mouth in a long, sexy kiss. At the same time, he slid into her slick entrance, moving slowly.
Impatient to have all of him filling her, she gripped his hips and brought him all the way home.
Dax groaned and remained buried long enough for her to adjust to his length and girth. Then he pulled out and pushed back in, increasing his speed until he rocked in and out of her in sharp, deep strokes.
Liliana rose to meet him, lifting her hips off the mattress, her hands still on his ass. Everything about him felt good and right. Tension mounted inside until she came apart in a second release.
At the same time, Dax thrust deep and held steady, his cock throbbing against her channel.
Dax dropped down onto her and rolled her over into his arms, maintaining their intimate connection. He kissed her forehead, her eyelids, the tip of her nose and, finally, her mouth, lingering there to nibble her bottom lip.
“You’re an amazing woman, Liliana Lightfeather.”
“And you’re…you’re…wow.” She laughed and captured his face between her palms. “I’m at a loss for words. That was beyond incredible. Can we do it again?”
Dax chuckled. “Give me a minute.”
“Take all the time you need,” she said. “We have all night.”
“You’re insatiable,” he said, slipping a strand of her hair behind her ear.
“If I am, it’s because you inspire me.” Liliana captured his hand in hers and pressed it to her cheek. Pretending to be in love was getting too easy. If she wasn’t careful, she could fall in love with her protector.
She might already be halfway there.
For a moment, she wished they could stay in this bed, in this suite, to hide away from the rest of the world and just make love.
Too bad, the morning would come. They’d have to face reality, a campaign, a killer and, eventually, move on with their lives.
Alone.