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“Thanks for the dinner and the company,” he said, his eyes going soft. “Today was… bad.”
Bad.
That one word summed up the death of eight people perfectly.
It had been bad.
Really bad.
And without the quick thinking of the SWAT team and them helping clear the mass casualty car wreck, additional wrecks were avoided.
My hand curled into a fist as I stared at the man’s worn face.
Even tired, he was sexy as hell.
“You’re welcome,” I said, a small smile kicking up the corners of my lips. “I…I wasn’t sure that you were going to want me there tonight. But I’m glad that you did.”
He brought his hand up and trailed the knuckles of one huge hand down the apple of my cheek.
Then he was gone, leaving me watching him go.
***
I went to bed in his sweatshirt.
I woke up with it pulled up to my face and inhaling his scent.
The darkness was still in full force, so I knew that it wasn’t time to get up yet.
So what had woken me?
It took me a long minute to orient myself, and when I did, I realized that I could hear singing coming from the window that led outside to the shared back yard of Dax and me.
Curious now, I got up and made my way to the window, barely parting the blinds in order to see out.
I saw the flickering of a candle, or a flame of some sort, before it’d flick out.
Over and over and over again.
That curiosity got the better of me and I exited my bedroom and went out to the living room that would lead to the back yard.
Stopping at the door that I’d yet to get blinds or curtains on, I looked out.
I could see the flame now, but not from the same direction.
But it was so dark outside that there was no light at all.
Meaning when I went outside, I hoped that it was Dax in the shadows and not some random man.
Turning the lock and stepping out without much thought to what I was wearing or what I was doing, I wasn’t surprised to hear the singing abruptly stop.
“Shit, did I wake you?” Dax’s rough voice said.
The tendrils of excitement at seeing Dax again started to seep through me.
“No,” I lied, my eyes going to the Citronella candle at his side. “I was already awake. Those nightmares are intense.”
He snorted. “You’re such a liar.”
I shrugged. “Well, I would like to point out that you’re right outside my window. It was inevitable, and I think that you know that.”
He paused as if he considered lying.
Then laughed softly. “Maybe I did.”
I walked over to the bench that Dax was sitting on and gestured for him to scoot over.
He did, opening up a spot big enough for me to park my ass on it. Barely.
I sat down and immediately felt a jolt of shock leech into me as my ass met the cold metal.
“Woo,” I said, standing back up. “That’s fucking cold.”
He chuckled and said, “That’s why I changed into my jeans before coming out here. It really cools down at night.” With that, he moved to the spot I’d just vacated, then gestured for me to take his previous seat.
I did, then pulled my knees up to my chest and tucked them underneath the sweatshirt.
“I see you’re still wearing my sweatshirt,” he commented, his voice hypnotizing.
I licked my lips and contemplated how to answer him.
“I… it smelled good. And it was comforting after watching both of those scary movies,” I admitted.
He didn’t say anything for a really long time. So long that I started to feel jittery.
“I…”
Before I could even finish my thought, he was on me.
His mouth was on mine, and I was suddenly in his lap, my mouth on his.
I wasn’t sure who really made the first move. Him or me.
But I didn’t second-guess myself. I just went with it, because there was nothing more in the world that I wanted to do right now but kiss the man that I couldn’t stop thinking about.
His thighs felt like rock hard slabs of cement underneath my fleshy ass, and I shifted on him so that I could get more comfortable. Which also put me into very close contact with his cock.
He growled into my mouth when I wiggled, rubbing my butt along it.
“Going too fast. Slow,” he ordered, stilling my hips.
I didn’t want to go slow. In fact, I wanted to speed right into stripping down to nothing, ordering him to do the same, and jumping on his cock.
I obviously conveyed that wordlessly because he crooned at me.
“I know,” he muttered. “But fuck, I’ve been wanting that sweet ass for a while now. It’s the best kind of torture, waiting on you.”
I was already opening my mouth to disagree with him when he said what he said next.
“I know you’re ready.” He pressed his lips to mine. “But I want to make sure that you’re seeing me when I’m with you, and not…”
