Dex paused with the fabric in his hand.
His jaw flexed.
“What?” I asked, even though I knew.
He looked up my body. “You soaked these.”
Heat rushed into my face and lower, where my pussy clenched around nothing.
“Don’t sound so pleased with yourself,” I said.
“I’m not pleased.” He dropped the panties with my shorts. “I’m hungry.”
The words hit low and filthy.
I opened my mouth with a comeback ready.
Dex put his mouth on my pussy, and the comeback died.
He licked me slowly at first, one hot stroke from opening to clit that made my hands clutch the sheet. I bit my lip against the sound climbing up my throat. He lifted his head just enough to look at me.
“No hiding,” he said. “I want to hear you.”
“That’s a lot of confidence for a man on his knees in a budget motel.”
His hand slid up my thigh and held me open. “Trouble, if you’re still making jokes, I’m not doing it right.”
Then he lowered his mouth again and proved he knew how to correct a mistake.
His tongue found my clit, and my back arched off the mattress. I grabbed for him, one hand in his hair, the other locked in the coverlet. He worked me with rough, steady pressure, then faster, learning exactly how hard I liked it beforeI could hide the answer. Every time my hips shifted, his hand followed. Every time I tried to pull back from the edge, he dragged me right to it again.
The man was infuriating.
He was also very, very good with his mouth.
I shoved my fingers tighter into his hair. “Dex, fuck.”
He made a rough sound against me.
The vibration broke something loose.
Pleasure pulled tight through my belly, sharp and bright. My thighs trembled around his shoulders. I tried to swallow the next sound, and Dex slid two fingers into me, slow and deep, while his mouth stayed on my clit.
That finished the argument.
I came hard, hips lifting, breath breaking, one hand twisted in his hair and the other fisted in the ugly motel coverlet. The orgasm rolled through me in hot waves that left my knees shaking and my chest tight. I heard myself say his name again, not clever, not useful, not part of any plan I wanted to admit.
Dex stayed with me until I pushed at his shoulder because my clit had gone too sensitive.
He lifted his head, mouth wet, eyes dark.
I didn’t look away.
He moved up my body and kissed me. I could taste myself on his lips, salt and heat and him, and it made me pull him closer instead of pushing him off.
I caught his jaw before he could take over completely. “My turn.”
His eyes narrowed. “You don’t have to.”
