“I’m ready to diversify.”
He gave a rough breath that might’ve been a laugh if either of us had been safe enough for humor.
Then I kissed him.
I pushed up on one elbow, caught the front of his T-shirt, and put my mouth on his like I had a plan, because I did. Get him close. Get him hungry. Make him careless. Get the keys.
The problem was Dex kissed like a man who’d been holding himself back by the throat.
For one breath, he stayed still.
Then his hand slid into my hair, and the room narrowed to his mouth.
He opened over me, hot and rough, and every careful inch of him went sharp. He didn’t shove me down. He didn’t grab like he’d won. He kissed like he’d decided the line had already been crossed and he might as well burn it behind him.
I made a sound against his mouth.
Dex swallowed it.
His fingers tightened in my hair, angling my head, and his other hand braced beside my hip. The sheet twisted between us. I dragged my free hand up his arm, over hard muscle and warm cotton, and felt him shudder once when my nails caught at the back of his neck.
The shudder moved through my hand and settled low in my belly.
I bit his lower lip, not hard enough to hurt, just enough to make him pull back with a sound low in his chest.
His eyes were dark in the motel light. “You always this reckless?”
“Only when properly motivated.”
“My keys aren’t on the table.”
“I noticed.”
His mouth curved, but there wasn’t much humor in it. “I bet you did.”
“You flatter me.”
“I’m warning you.”
“Those are sexier when you mean them.”
Dex leaned in until his mouth brushed the corner of mine. “I mean every word.”
I shifted my thighs under the sheet before I could think better of it. His eyes dropped. He saw. He always saw.
I wanted to hate that.
Instead, I hooked one leg over his hip and pulled him closer.
His weight settled against me, careful at first, then heavier when I arched up. His thick erection strained against his jeans, hard against the thin cotton of my shorts. My breath broke. His did too.
There was no hiding the shape of him now.
No hiding the ache spreading through me, hot and low and stupidly honest. My panties were already soaked, and every shift of my hips dragged wet fabric against my clit. My skin felt tootight. Every place he touched started arguing with every reason I had to stop.
Dex lowered his mouth to my jaw, then my throat.
I turned my head to give him room before pride could stop me.
