22. Dax #2
I pin her against the glass, the city lights creating a backdrop of stars behind her. "Your what else?" I murmur against her ear, my hands already working on the buttons of her blouse.
"My future," she gasps as I suck on that spot just below her ear that makes her knees weak. "My choice. My—oh fuck, Dax—my everything."
"That's what I like to hear." I pull back to look at her, framed against the Chicago skyline like she belongs there, like she's always belonged there. "Tell me what else you want, baby."
"I want you to fuck me against this window," she says without hesitation, her eyes dark with want. "I want the whole city to know you chose me."
"Christ, Tessa." My control snaps completely. I lift her up, her legs wrapping around my waist as I press her back against the glass. "You have no idea what you do to me."
"Show me," she demands, her fingers tangling in my hair as she pulls my mouth to hers.
The kiss is desperate, hungry, full of everything we've fought for and everything we're about to risk. I can taste the wine on her tongue, feel the rapid beat of her heart against my chest. My hands slide up her thighs, pushing her skirt higher as I grind against her.
"Fuck, you feel so good," I growl against her lips, my fingers finding the edge of her panties. "So wet for me already."
"Always," she pants, her head falling back against the window as I trace the seam of her through the thin lace. "Always wet for you."
I tear the delicate fabric aside, my fingers sliding through her slick folds. She's burning hot and soaking wet, and when I circle her clit with my thumb, she cries out, her nails digging into my shoulders.
"That's it, baby," I murmur, working her with steady pressure while I suck marks into her throat. "Let the whole fucking city hear how good I make you feel."
"Dax, please," she whimpers, rolling her hips against my hand. "I need more. I need you inside me."
"Not yet." I slide two fingers deep inside her, feeling her walls clench around me. "First, I want to watch you come apart for me. Right here against this window, where anyone could see how beautiful you look when you lose control."
She's already close, her breathing ragged as I work her with my fingers and thumb. I can feel her getting tighter, her thighs trembling around my waist.
"Come on, Tessa," I command, my voice rough with desire. "Show me how much you want this. How much you want me."
Her orgasm hits her like lightning, her back arching as she screams my name. I feel her pulse around my fingers, see the way her eyes roll back in pure ecstasy, and I know I'll never get tired of watching her fall apart in my arms.
"Beautiful," I breathe, slowly withdrawing my fingers. "So fucking beautiful when you come for me."
Before she can catch her breath, I'm carrying her to the couch, laying her down on the soft leather while I strip off my shirt. Her eyes are dark and hungry as she watches me, her lips swollen from our kissing.
"My turn," she says, sitting up to work on my belt. "I want to taste you."
"Fuck yes," I groan as she frees my cock, already hard and aching for her. "But first, let me worship this perfect body."
I push her back down, trailing kisses from her throat to her breasts. I take my time with each nipple, sucking and biting until she's writhing beneath me. Her hands are in my hair, holding me against her as soft moans escape her lips.
"You're so responsive," I murmur against her skin. "Every touch, every kiss—you feel everything so deeply."
"Only with you," she gasps as I kiss my way down her stomach. "Only ever with you."
When I settle between her thighs, she's already glistening with arousal. I start slow, teasing her with gentle licks and kisses, savoring the way she tastes—sweet and musky and completely addictive.
"Oh God, Dax," she moans, her hips lifting toward my mouth. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."
I work her with my tongue, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention on her clit. When I slide two fingers back inside her, she practically levitates off the couch.
"Right there," she pants, her thighs trembling around my head. "Right fucking there."
I can feel her getting close again, her walls tightening around my fingers. I increase the pressure, sucking her clit into my mouth while I pump my fingers faster.
"Come for me again, baby," I growl against her. "I want to feel you fall apart on my tongue."
Her second orgasm is even more intense, her body shaking as she comes with a broken cry of my name. I work her through it, gentling my touch as she comes down from the high.
"Your turn," she says breathlessly, pushing me back on the couch. "I need you inside me. Now."
She straddles me, her hand wrapping around my cock as she positions herself above me. The head slides through her wetness, and we both groan at the contact.
"Tessa," I warn, my hands gripping her hips. "I'm not going to last long if you keep teasing me like that."
"Good," she smirks, slowly sinking down onto me. "Because I want you to lose control. I want you to come so hard you forget your own name."
"Fuck," I groan as she takes me completely, her tight heat surrounding me like heaven. "You feel so perfect. Like you were made just for me."
She starts to move, slow and deliberate, maintaining eye contact as she rides me. Her hands are braced on my chest, her hair falling around us like a curtain.
"We're going to change everything," she whispers, rolling her hips in a way that makes stars explode behind my eyes. "We're going to help so many people."
"Together," I manage, fighting to maintain control as she continues her torturous pace. "We're going to do it all together."
"I love you," she says, her movements becoming more urgent. "I love your strength, your heart, the way you fight for what's right."
"Show me," I growl, my hands sliding up to cup her breasts. "Show me how much you love me."
She increases her pace, taking me deeper with each thrust. I can feel her walls starting to flutter around me, and I know she's close again.
"Come with me," she pants, her nails digging into my chest. "I want to feel you come inside me while I'm falling apart."
I slide my hand between us, finding her clit with my thumb. The added stimulation sends her over the edge, her orgasm triggering my own. I come harder than I ever have before, my release pulsing deep inside her as she milks every drop from me.
We collapse together, both breathing hard and covered in a light sheen of sweat. I pull her down against my chest, holding her close as our heartbeats slowly return to normal.
"That was incredible," she murmurs against my neck. "We're incredible together."
"In everything we do," I agree, stroking her hair. "Fighting, loving, building something beautiful out of all this chaos."
As we lie there in the aftermath, the city lights twinkling beyond our windows and our signed book contract a promise on the counter, my phone buzzes with a text that fills me with ice-cold panic.
"What is it?" Tessa asks, noticing the change in my breathing.
I show her the message from our team's media coordinator:
Playoff schedule confirmed. Game 1 vs Boston in 72 hours. Press conference tomorrow. Every major sports network requesting interviews. This is going to be huge.
Tessa sits up, suddenly very awake. "Seventy-two hours."
"Seventy-two hours to prepare for the most emotionally charged series of my career, with every sports journalist in the country watching to see if the guy who rejected Boston can beat them when it matters most."
"No pressure," she says dryly, but I can see the concern in her eyes.
"Hey." I pull her back down against me. "Whatever happens in that series, we face it together. Team, media, all of it."
"Together," she agrees, pressing a kiss to my chest. "Even if it means playing the team that would have given you everything you thought you wanted?"
"Especially then. Because now I know the difference between what I thought I wanted and what I actually need."
As I hold her close and watch the city sleep beyond our windows, I can't shake the feeling that everything we've fought for—our careers, our relationship, our right to choose love over convenience—is about to be tested in ways we can't even imagine.