Chapter 40 Dax #2
Her quick breaths pressed her breasts against me. The only way our positioning could be improved would be if we were both naked.
“You’ve definitely had some training.” I stared up into green eyes that gleamed like emeralds.
“I told you so.” Her breath whispered over my lips.
“I’m impressed. I didn’t expect you to hit me, much less take me down.” I’d known the woman had hidden depths and I’d still underestimated her.
“I know.” Eyes dancing, she released my wrists and used my shoulders to lever up to sitting. The shifting angle rocked her pelvis against mine.
“Oh!” She sucked in a breath as her center ground over my cock. Paused, shivered.
The pressure was excruciatingly delicious. I didn’t say a word, just held her gaze.
The air around us felt heavier, as if all the oxygen had been sucked out of the room.
She shifted her weight again, rocking forward, back.
More blood raced to my cock. I held her gaze the entire time. Saw when her eyes went slightly out of focus.
She wiggled against me and released another throaty groan.
“You’re killing me,” I growled.
“Do you want me to stop?” Her voice was low. Husky. Dangerously sexy.
“God, no.” It might kill me, but what a way to go.
Lacy stilled her pelvis and let her hands wander over my chest. They drifted down toward my waistband and my stomach tensed. We were moving pretty quickly . . .
Then her hands grasped the bottom of my shirt and tugged it upward.
I curled up into a sit-up.
“Oh!” Lacy gasped again.
My smile was hidden as I dragged my shirt over my head, then tossed it next to my shoes. Slowly, with control, I eased my torso back down. Every inch was torture as Lacy dragged her fingers over my bare skin, her smile wicked.
Once she reached my abs, fingernails replaced fingertips as they scraped down my stomach.
I sucked in a breath and my stomach concaved away from her touch.
She stilled. “You don’t like that?”
“I like it too much.” Desire turned my voice gruff.
“Oh good.” She teased her fingers back up my stomach and dragged them back down.
I growled and arched my hips into her.
“You do like that,” she purred and ground down on me.
I groaned and gripped her hips. “Okay?”
She nodded.
I rested my hands there, letting her get used to their weight, their pressure, my touch. I channeled restraint when all I wanted to do was grind my erection against her.
“Kiss me,” I blurted.
Her smile left wicked in the dust. She tilted forward slowly, so damn slowly.
I felt every damn millimeter of movement along my dick. Her muscles flexed and released under my hands and it took everything I had not to dig my fingers into her ass and pull her close.
Her hands shifted from my chest to the mat beneath my shoulders and her breasts pressed flat against my chest. Right back where we started. Her feet curled around my knees and her mouth brushed over mine. A whisper. A tease.
“That kind of kiss?” she asked against my lips.
I groaned. “No. More.”
She hmmmed. The vibrations tickled and teased the oversensitive nerve endings in my lips.
“More like this?” She licked her lips then mine. She blew lightly on the damp skin.
Fire raced through me. “Kiss me!” I couldn’t for the life of me find the right words, so I pressed up against her. Bringing my erection against the sensitive cradle between her legs.
“Oh. More like this,” she purred.
Her mouth pressed against mine, seeking the best angle. Seeking more.
Her tongue darted out, teased my lower lip until she nipped it.
When I groaned, she captured my mouth.
She tilted forward to get better access. The movement shifted her hips against mine, rocking her pelvis against my rock-hard erection.
Just a few layers of clothes separated us. Too many layers.
My hand skimmed from her hip to the small of her back. My fingers slid beneath the T-shirt—my shirt—and rested on her soft, soft skin. I growled into our kiss, primitively pleased that she was wearing my clothes.
Of course, she was. She was mine.
That thought firmly planted in mind, I tightened one arm around her waist and slid the other up so I’d be able to control our landing. I raised my knee, making her gasp, then tightened my abs and flipped us.
She tore her mouth from the kiss to make a sexy surprised sound. Her eyes flicked up to meet mine just nanoseconds before her mouth was glued against mine again. Her eyes fluttered closed.
All her focus was on kissing me.
It was so fucking hot.
She dragged her knees along my sides until her feet rested on the floor and her thighs were clamped around my hips.
I nipped her bottom lip and she strained against me. I pulled my arm from beneath her back and braced my elbows on either side of her head.
She made a mew of pleasure and curved her hand around my neck, pulling me closer.
Slowly, giving her time to object, I lowered my weight onto her, settling into the vee of her thighs.
My cock throbbed and I rocked against her in time to the rush of my pulse.
Hip to hip.
Pelvis to pelvis.
Every little movement now pressed us closer—harder—together.
Her mouth devoured mine. Her legs lifted and wrapped around my waist.
She lifted up. I pressed down. And together we found a rhythm that made her dig her fingers into my back.
As I increased the pressure and the timing of my thrusts, Lacy started to shake in my arms. Her kisses became more frantic until finally she tore her lips from mine and pressed her face into the crook of my shoulder. Her nails dug into my back as she came in my arms.
Holy. Shit.
Her muffled moan threatened to trigger my own orgasm. But this one was for her.
Her body continued to shiver against mine, every little spasm pushing me a half step closer to the edge I was trying to walk back from.
“Oh my god,” she whispered against my neck.
I smiled against hers.
Slowly, tentatively, her legs loosened from around my hips and found purchase on the floor. It took longer for her to release her grip on my shoulders, so she once again lay beneath me.
Her breath came in rapid pants. “I can’t believe we just . . . I mean, anyone could’ve . . . wait, did you?”
“That was for you.” Bracing my weight on my knees and elbows, I dipped my head down to nuzzle her neck. I was still rock hard, but seeing her like this, gazing up at me with pupils blown wide and a hazy expression, was enough.
“I could . . . We could . . .” The flush that had started receding from her cheeks flared again.
I’d never seen her so flustered. Endearing and strange, it tugged at emotions that I wasn’t ready to explore. So I kissed her. Unlike our earlier lust-driven kisses, this one was tender, slower.
And infinitely more dangerous.