16. Chapter 16 #2
That strong, magnetic pull propelled me forward a few steps as dark lust flooded his irises. He stiffened as I got closer to him, but he didn’t back up.
“Lucy,” he let out in a raspy choke, “what are you doi—”
I was finally close enough I could reach my hand up to the column of his throat.
His light stubble prickled the skin of my palm, and I slid it down his neck and the smooth muscles of his chest through his shirt.
His breath stilled as my hand paused inches away from the button of his jeans.
His hand jutted out to grab my wrist, my fingers still barely touching him.
“We can’t.” His voice was hoarse.
“Please,” I whispered. “I need this. I need to…forget about it all. Just for a second.” I didn’t care if I sounded desperate.
I wanted to give in to the reckless tsunami that had been threatening to pull me into its depths.
I was so close, so ready to be swept away by its fury.
Dax’s hand loosened on my wrist and trailed its way up my elbow.
“This is a really bad idea. I'm not a good man, you're gonna regret this.” His deep rasp sent tingles across my skin.
“I doubt that. What's one night?” I kept my eyes locked on his.
Dax’s jaw tensed for a moment as he considered, but his eyes darkened with hunger as the seconds ticked by.
I felt his pretenses drop as he hauled me against him with such force I involuntarily let go of my grip on the towel so I could grasp his shoulder.
The only thing holding it up was the press of my chest against his.
My nipples pierced through the soft fabric, then his lips came down to devour mine.
A wave of pleasure rocked through me as his tongue pried mine apart with a deep moan.
My skin was still slightly damp, and I felt his rough hands slide across my shoulders and splay across my back.
He sucked my bottom lip between his, eliciting a carnal noise from the back of my throat. Heat roared through my veins. He was wrong. This was the best idea I'd had in weeks. Every thought and worry evacuated my brain, replaced only with the fierce need for him to be closer.
I moved my grip from his shoulders and pulled against the back of his neck to deepen our kiss.
He groaned and slid his hands up to grasp the clip at the top of my head and pinched it free, my hair tumbling down across my shoulders.
He ran his fingers through the damp strands, tugging as his mouth moved fervidly against mine.
I didn’t realize we had migrated until he backed me against a wall.
His lips broke from mine and edged to the sensitive spot on my neck beneath my ear, sucking and biting.
I reached between us and trailed my hand underneath his shirt. The hard muscles of his abdomen were rigid against my touch, and I grazed the top of his jeans and down the thick length that rose beneath it. The feeling of his arousal sent a wanton thrill up my spine.
“Fuck. You’re so soft.” He nibbled at the skin on my collarbone. “You have no idea how fucking badly I want you.”
Oh my god.
His hands grasped my hips and lifted me up the wall.
My legs circled his waist, and I let out a quiet moan when the towel slid up so my bare skin was flush with the prominent bulge of his jeans.
My core throbbed as he pressed his lips against the skin on the top of my breasts, right above the towel that was barely covering the remainder of my honor.
His hips met my thrusts against the rough material of his jeans, and I tried to hold in my whimper.
“Let it go, baby. If we're doing this, I have to hear you.” Dax’s voice was thick as he held me up with one arm, the other sliding dangerously far up my inner thigh.
“Let me hear how much you want it.” I felt the wetness start to seep between my thighs.
He took the top of the towel between his teeth and ripped it down, licking his way across my breast. He gave my nipple a soft bite, which earned a sharp cry from my lips.
He smiled against my skin, continuing to explore my body with his mouth.
His hand continued to inch further up my leg until I felt a single finger slide down my center.
Dax groaned, “Christ. I know I'm going to hell for this. You're so wet.”
“Dax, please.” I shivered. I felt him chuckle against the skin on my chest before he ripped his lips away.
The sound of my protest sent his blazing eyes back to mine.
I was swept away by the swirl of cobalt and smoke, my chest heaving.
I reached back to the hem of his shirt and tried to peel it off him.
He shrugged out of it as I marveled at the smooth valleys of his muscles.
Tattoos swirled up his chest and down his side.
A few deep scars intertwined with the flow of ink, but they only seemed to add to his striking beauty.
I could have continued to stare at him for eternity, but he was setting me back down on my feet.
His lips encompassed mine for another long moment before he knelt in front of me and swung one of my legs over his shoulder. The towel fell to the floor, exposing me as the air hit my most sensitive spots. I felt a deep blush stain across my cheeks as Dax looked up at me through his lashes.
“You’re beautiful,” he said like it was a prayer.
“A man like me shouldn't be allowed anywhere near you.” A strained look passed across his face, inches away from my pulsing need.
I felt his hand slide in a grip around the leg I used to hold myself up.
It left a hot trail as it traveled upward until it started to gather the slickness on my thigh.
Dax swiped it with his finger and ran it across his tongue.
“How can you taste like heaven and sin at the same time?” he whispered.
He took his index and middle fingers and brushed them across my aching core.
I watched in a mixture of shock and ecstasy as he spread me apart and then used his other hand to rub his thumb expertly across my throbbing clit.
Hot pleasure coursed through me, consuming everything in its path.
I nearly wept when he slid a finger inside me, my walls clenching around it.
My wetness glistened down his hand as he pumped a few times, my knees weakening as they drew in and out.
“So goddamn tight.” His eyes were glued to his own movements, his voice hoarse. I squealed as he added another digit, spreading me wider.
Need was building in my core, desperate and wild.
The lewd sounds of him sliding in and out of my wetness made me melt against him.
Then he shifted forward and his tongue darted out to swirl around my pulsing nub.
I cried out as he devoured me relentlessly.
My hips moved to meet every thrust of his fingers, pleasure building higher until I felt like I was going to fall off a ledge.