Page 25 of Spark

He heard the sound of a car pulling up, of a door opening, and Hattie’s voice greeting her driver. “Fuck.” Dex paced to the other side of the garage, shoving his fingers in his hair. The echo of the door closing came next, then they drove away.

She was gone.

Why the hell did he open his big mouth? God, no wonder his last girlfriend dumped him. He had no fucking clue. Not one. He said all the wrong things at all the wrong times. Either pushed too hard or held shit back.

“Fuck,” he said again, breathing heavily. He felt like his damn world was ending. He hadn’t even felt this much when Chloe had ended it, not even close. What the hell was wrong with him?

“Dex?”

He spun around.

Hattie stood at the door to the garage, looking at him in that same wide-eyed way. She bit her lip and shook her head. “I’m sorry. That was…I guess I freaked out again? Nothing you said was…I’m not sure what happened. I…um, yeah, I reacted kind of badly.”

He waited, not sure what she was going to do, what she wanted.

“I ran away last time, and I regretted it. I don’t want to run away again.” She hugged herself. “I don’t want to go home, Dex. I want to be here with you.”

Dex almost fucking collapsed with relief. “Okay,” he said, voice like rusted steel, afraid to say more in case he fucked things up again.

“But can we just maybe slow down a little? Keep things more…casual, for now?”

He nodded, swallowing hard, relief making his mouth dry and his palms sweat. She hadn’t gone. She was here. She wanted to be there with him.

Hattie took a step closer, and Dex couldn’t hold himself back. His boots ate up the distance between them and he scooped her up in his arms, taking her mouth in a hard soul-searing kiss that screamed a fuck of a lot more than casual. But that’s how it always felt when he kissed this woman.

He could wait, though. He’d give her as long as she needed.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and moaned when he tilted his head and slid his tongue deeper, growling at the taste of her. God, he’d missed this. He’d kissed her just hours before and he’d missed it. How was that possible?

He spun, strode the few feet to the tarp-covered car behind them, set her on the hood, and leaned in, taking Hattie to her back. He covered her with his much larger body, pressing deeper.

Fuck, she was soft and so sweet.

Her scent filled his head, and he kept at her mouth, her perfect lips, sucking on her little tongue. Her thighs parted and she wrapped her legs around his hips. He ground against the heat of her pussy and almost lost his damned mind.

Fuck, yes.

Dex dragged a hand up her rounded thigh, taking her skirt with it. He groaned at the feel of her smooth, warm skin and tilted his hips back enough to slide his fingers over the scrap of fabric right there. Her panties were damp. The woman was as hot for him as he was for her.

“Can I take these off, sweetness?” he choked out.

“Yes. Get them off,” Hattie said, reaching for the front of his jeans at the same time.

Dex growled and pulled away. His need to touch her outweighed his own desperation to be touched. Shoving her skirt higher, he bit back a curse at the sight of her underwear. They were green and red with fucking snowmen printed all over them. The sight impossibly turned him on more. How could snowman panties be sexy? He guessed on Hattie everything was sexy.

Dex tore them down her legs and shoved them in his jeans pocket. He covered her with his hand again, pressing his middle finger deep into her wet heat, and his dick fucking throbbed.

“This pussy loved my cock, didn’t it, Hattie? I only had a little trouble getting inside you after I made you come, but yeah, fuck, you spread so good for me. Gonna taste you, sweetness, then I’m filling you up. You want that, Hattie? You want me deep inside you again?”

He’d never been much of a talker, but having Hattie spread out for him like this, knowing how good being inside her was, he couldn’t shut the hell up.

She fisted his shirt at his stomach tighter, trying to tug him closer. “Dex, I need you to make me come.”

That was all he needed to hear. Gripping her hips, he slid her higher on the hood, threw her legs over his shoulders, and buried his face against her pussy. Fuck me. Heaven. The woman was heaven. He slid his tongue through her center, lapping her up, tasting her, loving how much she was getting off on it.

Her cries echoed around the garage, her fingers tugging on his hair, pussy grinding up against his mouth.

He shuddered when he opened his mouth and slid his tongue inside her, moaned and growled as he worked her like that. Then he moved higher and got his finger in on the act while he circled her tight little clit, brushing over it, playing with her.