Chapter 13
CHAPTER 13
DIXIE
H ayes backed me against the door, his body pressing against mine. The cool metal of the deadbolt pressed into my lower back as his hands slid down my sides, fingers hooking into the waistband of my shorts.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he murmured, his lips tracing a path along my neck.
I arched into him, my hands gripping his shoulders. He reached behind me, fingers finding the lock. The sharp click echoed through the quiet workshop.
“Just us,” he whispered, pinning my hands above my head with one hand while the other explored.
My breath caught as his fingers dipped lower, tracing the edge of my sports bra, teasing but not quite touching where I desperately wanted him.
“Hayes, don’t tease me,” I breathed, my hips pressing forward involuntarily.
He chuckled, a low, dangerous sound. “Patience,” he murmured, his lips finding that sensitive spot just below my ear.
I couldn’t help but moan as he nibbled and sucked on my earlobe. His hand moved to push up the sports bra, baring one of my breasts to his cool touch.
“Fuck,” he muttered, his warm breath making my nipple pebble in arousal. He ran one rough finger over the hard peak. I let out a small cry. “You’re so responsive,” he whispered against my skin. “You drive me wild.”
I wasn’t sure how much more I could take as he slowly pulled the bra over my head. His eyes darkened as they traced the outline of my breast, following the soft curve down.
Without warning, he let go of my wrists and slid his hand under the waistband of my underwear. His cock was already hard and straining against his pants. I couldn’t help but reach out to stroke him. He hissed in pleasure at my touch, his hips rocking toward me involuntarily.
“Is this the tool you wanted me to get my hands on?” I squeezed it just a little harder than necessary and he groaned.
“Dixie,” he growled. “Fuck, you turn me inside out.”
His lips crushed mine, sucking and biting at my lips and tongue. He was stealing every coherent thought from my brain. I gasped out his name as he slipped a hand between our bodies and cupped me gently. His thumb brushed over my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. My head fell back against the door as I arched into him.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he murmured, his voice vibrating against my throat. “Your smile. Your laugh. The way you taste.”
A shiver ran down my spine. I clung to his shoulders, my fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt. “I feel the same,” I admitted, my words breathy and unsteady.
His hands slid lower, gripping the backs of my thighs, and he jerked me against his hard body. Our mouths collided again, hungrier this time. His hands roamed, tugging at my overalls, pulling them down with a sense of urgency. I felt the cool air against my skin as the fabric pooled around my hips, leaving me exposed in nothing but my shorts. If I had known I was going to be ravished in the middle of the workday, I would have worn something a little sexier. But the shorts were comfy and didn’t ride up.
“God, you’re sexy,” he growled, his eyes dark and full of want as they raked over me. Hayes didn’t seem bothered by my choice of undergarment. If anything, he was turned on even more.
I tugged at his shirt, needing to feel him, to run my hands over his skin. He pulled it off in one swift motion. I couldn’t help but let my gaze linger, tracing every line and ridge of his chest and stomach.
“Hayes,” I whispered, my voice trembling with anticipation.
He flashed me that cocky, heart-stopping grin that both infuriated and thrilled me. “I’ve got you, Dixie,” he promised, his tone a mix of tenderness and raw desire.
His hands found their way under my shorts, his touch setting my skin on fire. His fingers teased over my sensitive areas, drawing soft moans from me that only seemed to fuel him further.
“Tell me what you need,” he said, his voice rough and breathless.
“You,” I managed to say, my voice shaking as he continued his slow, deliberate exploration. “I need you.”
He lifted me up, my legs naturally going around him to hold on. He carried me to the one clear workbench and gently deposited me on the hard surface. I couldn’t believe we were doing this. Sex in the workshop was not on my bingo card, but hot damn, I was glad it was happening.
“Lift your ass,” he ordered.
I lifted my weight using my arms while he jerked the shorts down. The cool wood beneath my ass startled me in the best way. His hand slid up the inside of my thigh.
“So fucking wet,” he murmured before kissing my inner thigh softly and slipping two fingers inside me. It was tight but eagerly welcomed him inside.
A groan escaped me as my hands moved over his chest. His thumb brushed against my clit over and over again while other fingers slowly thrust in and out. I couldn’t help but arch my back into his touch, my breath hitching with each caress. He felt so good, so demanding. Relentless. It was as if he knew exactly what I needed to shatter my last remaining sense of control.
He pulled his fingers out slowly and licked them clean, his husky voice sending shivers down my spine. “Like heaven.”
His hand slipped down between our bodies with his fingers pushing back inside me. I was certain I was going to spontaneously combust. He rubbed and stroked until I was coming apart in his arms.
He stepped back and fumbled with his pants. I looked at him through a haze of lust and desire, watching as he pushed his pants down and left them around his ankles. I could see his hands shaking as he ripped open a condom wrapper. I had no idea where it came from and I didn’t care. I was just so damn glad he had it. He rolled it on and stepped between my legs once again.
I grabbed his face and kissed him like my life depended on it. His hands slid up my thighs, gently massaging before moving up my hips and to my breasts.
His thumbs brushed circles around each nipple as their peaked tips stood at attention for him, another one of those small pleasures that made heat pool low in my belly. I desperately wanted him inside me. That achingly familiar feeling started all over again.
I reached between us and grabbed his thick cock, guiding him to my entrance. His hands dropped to my hips and held on tight. With one thrust, he buried himself inside me. He paused, allowing me to adjust to the overwhelming fullness, and then his lips found mine again, soft and coaxing.
Every nerve felt electrified. I wrapped my legs tighter around him, drawing him even closer, desperate for more of that exquisite friction. He pounded into me, his strong arms holding me tight against him, and we rocked together in primal rhythm. My nails dug into his skin, leaving marks on his shoulders and back. The rough wood of the bench wasn’t comfortable, but all I could feel was Hayes’s hard, demanding cock inside me.
Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through me, building higher and higher until I thought I would explode. His lips found my neck once again. He nipped at it gently before soothing the sting with his tongue. “Fuck,” he growled into my ear, his hips pumping harder against me. “You feel so good.”
I cried out as an intense surge of pleasure coursed through me, taking my breath away. Hayes’s rhythm never missed a beat. I rode the wave of euphoria all the way to its apex. He followed closely behind, his guttural moan echoing in the small room as he emptied himself inside me.
Our bodies slumped together on the bench in a tangle of sweaty limbs and heavy breaths. Hayes pressed soft kisses to my forehead, each one lighter than the breath of a butterfly. His arms wrapped around me, cradling me in a warm embrace as our breathing slowly returned to normal.
“I didn’t know how much I missed you,” he whispered, his voice husky. “I swear I didn’t come here with the intention of doing that.”
I chuckled softly, the sound muffled against his chest. “I’m not complaining. Glad you just happened to have a condom.”
He pulled back just enough to smile at me. “Never leave home without one.”
A tremor rolled through me, causing me to gasp.
“You okay?” he asked softly, brushing a strand of hair from my face.
I nodded, my lips curving into a small, sated smile. “Better than okay.”
But as the high started to fade, a flicker of doubt crept in. “About the trip,” I began, biting my lip.
“What about it?”
“It’s just, the Maldives? That’s not exactly a budget vacation,” I said, my voice tinged with worry. “The airfare alone?—”
Hayes threw his head back and laughed, the kind of laugh that was both genuine and utterly confident. “Dixie, I’m loaded,” he said, shaking his head. “Like, obnoxiously loaded.”
I blinked at him, a little stunned by his bluntness. “Still, it’s a lot?—”
“Airfare? Covered,” he interrupted, grinning like it was the easiest thing in the world. “We’re taking the family jet. I told you it’s my treat. I’m not letting you pay a penny.”
My mouth fell open. “The family jet?”
He nodded, clearly amused by my reaction. “One of several. We don’t really like to fly commercial if we don’t have to.”
I couldn’t help it—I giggled, the sound bordering on delirium. “You can’t keep spoiling me.”
Hayes leaned in, his lips brushing mine. He pulled me closer, his hands warm on my back. “It’s just the beginning,” he added, his voice low and full of promises yet to be kept. “If you can survive a trip to an island with my family, I’m pretty sure there is nothing you can’t do.”
“Gee, that’s not intimidating at all,” I said.
He stepped back and helped me off the bench. I could feel sawdust on my ass. What had been very passionate and electric was now a little awkward and embarrassing.
“I’m going to clean up,” I said.
I began to gather my clothes on my way to the bathroom. The workshop would forever hold a different kind of memory now.
Stepping into the small bathroom attached to the workshop, I closed the door behind me and leaned against it for a moment, letting out a long breath. My reflection in the mirror showed flushed cheeks and tousled hair—a look of someone deeply satisfied and wonderfully disheveled.
When I returned to the main area of the workshop, Hayes was tidying up the workbench where we had been together just moments ago.
“My turn,” he said and went to the bathroom.
The idea of traveling to the Maldives with Hayes began to sink in, filling me with excitement and disbelief. This man, with his good looks and heart-stopping touch, was whisking me away to paradise. The reality of his wealth hadn’t really dawned on me until this moment. It was one thing to know about it and spend the night in his penthouse. It was another to fly around the world in a private jet.
He returned from the bathroom looking all put back together. “I have to get to the office,” he said. “I’ll text you with more details about the trip.”
I nodded. “I can’t wait.”
He stepped up and gave me a kiss that had my toes curling in my ugly tennis shoes all over again.