“Mmhmm,” I moan in his mouth. The kiss becomes more possessive. He wraps one arm around my waist while he fumbles with his belt with his free hand.
His pants and underwear fall to his feet, and he kicks them away. He lifts one of my legs around his waist. Once it’s secure, his hand ravages my breast.
“I’m going to fuck you right here. Afterward, there will be no doubt as to who you belong to,” he whispers above my mouth.
“I don’t—” my words get swallowed by another rough kiss. “Mmhmm,” is all I can say.
He lifts me off my feet and throws me on the couch. He dives on top of me and enters me in one hard thrust.
“Dax.” His name comes out as a moan. My hand lands on the back of his neck, and I marvel at his smooth skin.
“Cori,” he says back. “Whose is this?” He fucks me so hard and deep that my eyes roll to the back of my head. I know he asked me a question, and I should have a smart answer on the tip of my tongue, but my mind has gone blank. He stops thrusting and locks eyes with me. “Whose?”
My brain fog clears, and I get my wits about me. “It’s my pussy, Hunt. It’s mine.”
“Wrong.” He holds my wrists above my head with one hand. With his other hand, he lifts my leg higher, pushing him further inside of me. He fills me completely. “This is mine, sweetheart, and no one else will have it.”
“That’s what—” He shuts me up with a kiss as rough and commanding as his lovemaking. He takes me faster and rougher than I’ve ever been in my life. He fucks me until I nearly go blind. All I can do is surrender to the kiss and let him have his way. I sigh. It’s euphoria. He will never know it, but in this moment, I surrender to this man. I let him have me.
A hand finds its way between our slick bodies. He rubs my clit, and I cave. I moan in his mouth and shudder against him.He finally ends the kiss, and I mutter nonsense while my orgasm takes me to another orbit.
He shudders too. He throws his head back and moans. His thrusts slow until they come to a stop, but he stays on top of me while our breath becomes even.
Chapter 18
Dax
I kiss and nibble the side of her neck. She sighs and relaxes, but I know her well enough to know that’s only temporary. My little fighter is going to put up a hell of a fight. Little does she know, she’s already lost.
My hand slides down her sweaty back until it lands on her ample ass. I squeeze it, and I think I jolt her back to reality. She tenses underneath me, so I give her another squeeze.
“Get off me,” she orders, but all I do is suck on the base of her neck, making sure I mark her. “I said, get off me.” She pushes my shoulder. My phone buzzes, and I snatch it from the floor.
She jumps off my body, runs to the bedroom, and slams the door shut. After putting on my pants, I go downstairs and get my food from the deliveryman.
She’s still not back when I return, so I go in search of her. Finch follows.
“Sweetheart?” I turn the knob, but the door is locked. I could take it off the hinges, but I won’t. “I got you dessert. Come sit with me while I eat.”
I’m met with silence, and since my stomach won’t stop growling, I return to the kitchen and eat the jerk chicken dinner I ordered.
Finch sits next to me, probably hoping I drop something, but this food is too spicy for her.
It doesn’t take long for the bedroom door to open, and for me to hear heavy and angry footsteps. I look up when she slams her hand on the table. She’s in an old, faded, gray housedress.
“I got you that lemon cake you like.” I gesture at the container, but she doesn’t so much as look at it.
“I want you out of my apartment and out of my life.”
“It’s too late for that.” I shove a big forkful of rice in my mouth while she continues to glare.
She sits. Her face softens, and she straightens her shoulders. “Listen.” She rubs the top of my hand with hers. She forces a fake smile. “I realize now that I had no business investigating and following you. I’m sorry for that.” She almost chokes on the word sorry. She’s not, and I don’t want her to be.
“Don’t say anything you don’t mean. It’s unbecoming. I want you as you are.” I rest my hand on top of hers, but she yanks it away. “I don’t mind that you’re a little liar. I kinda like it.”
She takes a deep breath before she continues. “What you do for a living is none of my business. Like I said, good for you. Get your bag, but I’m just not that into you like that.”
“Well, I was just in you.” I smirk when her head jerks back.
