Chapter 45
Daniela
Telling him was much easier than I expected. Every time I let him in, trust him just a little more, I feel lighter. More like myself around him. I don’t want him to see me as some delicate thing, and I think he gets that. Though I do still sense a strong protectiveness in him.
Back at his house, he puts a movie on while we eat dinner on his couch.
It feels so natural. We laugh and make commentary about how cheesy the movie is.
Then we end up tuning it out and talking more.
He tells me more about his work, the restaurant, and his family.
I tell him about teaching and share stories about past students .
“What do you want to do tomorrow?” he asks. “Whatever you want.”
“I don’t know, you’re the local one. You’re supposed to show me all the best spots.”
“It’s all about the outdoors here in the summer. How about another hike?”
“I could do a hike.” I smile. “Just…don’t drop me this time.”
“Maybe I did that on purpose,” he says, his lips curling up.
“Smooth.”
He smiles, then glances at the time. “Okay. It’s getting kind of late, we should probably get some rest…You can take my bed. I’ll sleep in the guest room.”
He’s trying to be polite, careful, and it’s sweet, but it’s not what I want from him.
“No way. I’ll take the guest room.”
He raises his hands in surrender. “All right. I know when to pick my battles with you.” That smirk is there again.
“Would you mind if I showered first?” I ask. “It’s been a long day.”
“Of course.” He takes my hand and leads me to the guest bathroom, showing me where everything is. He lingers in the doorway for only a moment. Just as he finally turns to leave, I stop him.
“I’m not fragile, you know,” I call after him. “Not to rub it in, but…I’ve been pretty free with my body. ”
He turns back slowly, rubbing a hand along his jaw, emotions warring in his eyes.
“Okay,” he finally replies. Then he turns but stops to look over his shoulder one last time. “Enjoy your shower.”
I let out a frustrated groan after he leaves. Then I undress in his bathroom.
The shower is quick but refreshing. His body wash smells like him, and now so do I. I like it.
When I step out in a pair of tiny pajama shorts and a matching tank, he’s finishing up making the bed. He turns at the sound of the door and his gaze quickly flickers up and down my body before politely settling on my face.
I don’t want him to be polite.
He clears his throat.
“It’s ready for you. I’m gonna go shower in my room.”
“Okay,” I say quietly.
He flashes me a quick smile and walks out.
I sit on the edge of the bed. It’s soft. Comfortable. But it’s not Dex’s.
I twist my fingers in my lap, hesitating for a few moments, then stand.
His bedroom door is wide open. I find him standing in his room, leaning over his nightstand looking at something with his back turned to me .
He’s in nothing but his silky briefs, and the unexpected sight hits me straight in the gut. Heat rushes to my center almost instantly. I’m so fucked.
Every carved, rippling muscle is on full display. I forget to breathe for a minute. Forget what my name is. All I know is I want him. Desperately.
His ass is tight and sculpted, and all I can think about is tearing those damn briefs off with my teeth. He finally senses me behind him, turning his head to look over his shoulder, and freezes when his eyes meet mine.
The way he looks at me, slow and deliberate, like he’s savoring the sight of me—my body lights up like a live wire.
“Dani,” he breathes, barely audible. He finally turns to face me, and dammit, he’s already hard. My eyes are glued to his dick straining against the fabric of his briefs.
My gaze lingers on it for far too long, and when I drag it back up to his face, he wears a hungry, smug look. Still, he doesn’t move toward me.
“Dex,” I say softly, daring him with my stare. Willing him to close the distance.
“Take your shirt off, Dani,” he orders, his voice dark and commanding.
“Why?” My breath hitches.
“Because you want to. And because it’s only fair.”
His grin fades into something more carnal, more possessive. My pulse stutters .
I hold his stare as I slowly lift my shirt over my head. His lids grow heavy as he realizes I’m not wearing a bra, and my nipples harden under his gaze. He licks his lips, jaw flexing, but stays rooted.
“Your pants,” he growls, rough and low. Another order.
I do as I’m told, and his gaze bounces from my eyes to my breasts to the rest of my body. I’m left in a tiny purple thong. Nothing else. The look of desire in his eyes and the way he can’t take his eyes off me ignites something primal in me.
The bulge in his pants can’t possibly push any farther than it is now.
“Dex,” I breathe.
“Shh.” His voice is thick, reverent. “Our first time together was a drunken blur. This time…” He steps closer, voice dropping to a sinful rasp. “I’m going to take my time with you.”
The promise in his tone sends a shiver racing through me. I trust him. I want him more than words can express. So I let my body speak for me.
“Pull those down.” His heated gaze dances down my body. “And throw them to me.”
I obey. Again.
I slip my thong off and toss it toward him. He catches it one-handed, his eyes never leaving mine.
“This is mine now,” he tells me, tucking it into the waistband of his briefs, letting it hang off his hip .
Something about the visual is so fucking hot, I let out a desperate breath as my body clenches with need.
He tips his chin up and inhales slowly, eyes dragging down every inch of my bare skin.
“You’re fucking perfect, Dani.”
My voice is barely above a whisper. “You are,”
My gaze drops to his powerful thighs. Thick and defined, like he could smother me with them and I’d thank him for it. The guy might as well be a rugby player for how big those things are.
And he’s all mine. For tonight, at least.
“Now touch yourself and tell me how wet you are for me.”
We remain ten feet apart, devouring each other with our eyes, somehow having the restraint to not collide with each other in a frenzy.
A thrill rushes through me as I slide my hand down and do exactly what he says.
A low growl rumbles from his chest as my hand meets my center. His eyes darken.
“You don’t need to tell me,” he says. “I can see it from here.”
“Dex...” I’m weak. My voice pleading.
He grins and it’s absolutely evil and also sexy as hell.
“Remember how I said I’d crawl for you?”
I nod.
He jerks his chin toward the bed, never breaking eye contact. “Sit. ”
I move immediately, my body aching horribly, desperate for his touch. His eyes follow every step I take, devouring me.
“Spread those pretty legs.”
I do it, and the throbbing ache in me sharpens into something unbearable. And he hasn’t even touched me yet. My hips squirm involuntarily as I expose everything for him.
“Good girl.” He flashes me a slow, wicked grin as he drops to all fours. Muscles flex along his arms and back, a predator ready to pounce. My thong still hangs from his black briefs.
Then he looks up at me with such a feral intensity under those long, dark lashes.
“When I reach you,” he warns, his voice thick and possessive. “It’s over. You are mine. Is that okay?”
I nod again. I don’t care what he does. I just need him in me now.
And then he begins his slow, torturous, crawl straight for me. His eyes drag from between my thighs to my face, then back again. The sight of him—this beautiful, powerful man crawling toward me like he’s starving for me—ignites something deep and feral in me.
It’s the longest ten seconds of my life.
I try to control my breathing, but it’s useless. I need him. Inside me. Filling me. I need the release like I need the air I’m struggling to breathe in right now .
When he reaches me, he starts at my foot, pressing a warm kiss to my ankle. I jolt at the contact. He grips my other leg firmly, his callused palm grounding me as his mouth works up my leg.
“Dex. I need you.”
He looks up at me from between my legs, still kneeling, both hands wrapped possessively around my thighs. His gaze is molten.
Then, without a word, he drags me closer and buries his mouth between my legs.
I cry out at the contact. One hand flies behind me for support, the other tangles in his soft hair. I need to touch him. I tilt my head back, closing my eyes, as his tongue circles my clit with expert precision, each motion pushing me closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.
“Fuck,” I gasp, trembling.
Then he pulls away.
I gasp at the loss, at the pressure building with nowhere to go. He looks up at me with that same infuriatingly sexy grin.
I let out a frustrated growl, glaring down at him.
“Are you on—"
“Yes. One-hundred percent safe. Yes.” I sputter, half-crazed.
Satisfied, he rises to his full height, towering over me. His cock that’s still rudely hidden by fabric is standing at attention right at my eye level now. I salivate .
He just stands there, staring.
“What are you doing?” I whisper, needing him more than I’ve ever needed anything.
“I’m memorizing how perfect you are,” he says softly. “I want to remember everything this time.” He leans in, lips brushing my neck, and kisses me softly. “Every inch of your skin. Every gasp. Every moan.”
I reach out and touch his chest, exploring every inch.
“Take them off,” he orders, his voice like silk this time.
I don’t hesitate.
He stands between my parted knees, hands firm on my thighs, as I slide his briefs down. His cock comes free, heavy and hard, and my thong falls with his boxers in a pile.
I knew my memory was accurate about his size. My hips twist forward instinctively.
I need him.
Now.
If he plays one more game with me, I might actually die.
He smirks above me, dragging his fingers across my nipples, teasing them into tight peaks. I arch into his touch, panting.
“I swear, if you don’t fuck me right now, Dex—"
“Are you sure that’s what you want?” he murmurs. His voice is gentle for a moment, caring .
“Yes.”
“Okay.”
“Good boy,” I say.
He freezes. His eyes darken, that smirk turning into something else entirely. Then his hand trails down, brushing my pulsing center.
Before I can react, he flips me over in one swift, dominant move. My knees and elbows hit the bed, my head pressed down, my hips yanked high into the air.
He thrusts into me in one long, powerful stroke, and I cry out, the sudden fullness stealing my breath. He stills, buried to the hilt, and my body clenches around him instinctively.
“Don’t ever call me ‘good boy’ again, Dani,” he whispers in my ear, but I hear the smile in his voice.
I smile too, because even when he’s buried inside of me, I can’t resist pushing his buttons.
His hand reaches around and starts slowly massaging my clit, but he still doesn’t move inside of me. The slow rub of his fingers makes me moan, and I’m already nearing the edge.
“Ask me one more time,” he whispers in my ear, voice ragged.
“Fuck me, Dex.” I pant, desperate.
His fingers still massage me as he pulls out slowly and then thrusts back in over and over. As he picks up his speed my stomach starts to tighten and my breath hitches .
“Let go for me, baby,” he commands, breath hot against my ear.
I don’t stand a chance.
And then I’m everywhere and nowhere. I cry out, my legs shaking as I come apart around him. He holds me firm, keeping me from floating away, his hips still moving as I ride out every wave. My sounds are feral, unfiltered. Then I collapse forward.
I turn onto my back, breathing deeply, and he looks down at me like he’s just getting started, holding himself and stroking slowly. The sight sets my body on fire all over again.
His mouth is on me before I can speak, his tongue teasing me again. He pulls away too soon once again, and I barely have time to curse him before he’s crawling up my body, guiding himself back inside me.
This time, he kisses me.
Deep. Slow. Starving.
I sigh into his mouth, wrapping my arms and legs around him. He lifts one of my thighs for better leverage, thrusting deeper, his chest flush against mine.
I hold him tightly. I don’t want to let go.
My nails dig into his back. Our mouths stay fused as he rocks into me, grinding his hips against me for the perfect friction. His cock brushes that perfect spot, over and over, until I cry out into his mouth, my body exploding in another climax .
He groans, deep and guttural, and I feel him release inside me. His body trembles with the force of it, and I cling to him, letting the high consume me.
He doesn’t pull out right away. He kisses me softly—my lips, my jaw, my shoulder—and holds me like I’m the only thing tethering him to Earth.
We finally roll to the side, facing each other, and my limbs feel weak.
“I’m gonna need more of that,” he murmurs, brushing a piece of hair from my face, his eyelids heavy with satisfaction.
“Careful,” I whisper. “Don’t go falling for me now,”
He doesn’t say anything.
His jaw ticks, and he studies me in silence, still twirling my hair through his fingers like it’s the most important thing he’s ever touched.
With a small smile, he gets up, places a long, gentle kiss on my forehead, and heads toward the shower.
I watch him go, eyes glued to the perfect muscles of his back and the curve of his bare ass.