Page 107 of Claimed By The Other Brother

I open the door and slide into the backseat.

Before I can close it, Dax follows me in.

"What are you doing?" I demand.

"We're not finished talking," he says, slamming the door shut behind him.

"Yes, we are! We are so finished. Why are you following me?"

The driver turns around. "Where to?"

I give him my address, then add, "Two stops."

Dax doesn't say anything, just settles into the seat beside me, too close in the confined space.

The taxi pulls into traffic.

"What exactly do you want, Scarlett?" Dax asks, his voice tight with barely controlled emotion.

"What?"

"What do you want? Because from where I'm sitting, you're playing games. Keeping Miles on the hook while you're here with me."

I turn to face him. "Why do you even care, Dax?"

"Why do I care?" He laughs, but there's no humor in it.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes. Why does it matter to you who I talk to? We're not together. We work together. That's it."

"That's it?" He leans closer.

"Is that what you tell yourself?"

"It's the truth."

"Bullshit."

We're staring at each other, the air between us crackling with tension. Then Dax grabs my face with both hands and kisses me. It's rough, possessive, consuming. His mouth claims mine with a desperation that steals my breath. I push him back and slap him across the face. The sound echoes in the small space. We stare at each other, both breathing hard. He barely even flinches at the slap.

Then I break as I lean forward and kiss him again, but this time I'm in control. I wrap my hands in his hair, tugging hard, biting his lower lip before sucking it into my mouth. Dax groans and kisses me back, his hands moving to my breasts, groping me through my dress. His touch is rough, demanding, and I arch into it.

One of his hands slides down, pushing up the hem of my dress, finding the bare skin of my thigh. I open my legs. He doesn't hesitate. His fingers push mypanties aside and plunge inside me. I gasp against his mouth, and he swallows the sound with another kiss, covering up my moans.

The taxi driver can see us in the rearview mirror. I catch his eyes for a second, and instead of being embarrassed, it sends a thrill through me. The idea of being watched. Being taken in the back of a cab while someone else watches--it's filthy and erotic and exactly what I need.

Dax's fingers move inside me, hitting the perfect spot, and I have to bite down on his shoulder to keep from crying out. Then he pulls his fingers out of me, and they are soaked from my arousal.

I'm about to protest when he locks his eyes on mine and brings his wet fingers to his mouth. He sucks them clean, tasting me, and the sight is so obscene I can barely breathe.

"Delicious," he murmurs.

The taxi slows only moments later, pulling up in front of my building. Dax leans close, his lips brushing my ear.

"I'm not done with you. Invite me inside."

I don't hesitate. "Yes."