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“Shit.” He looked up at the ceiling and laughed angrily. “This has to stop.”
“Yeah, I suppose it does. Because nothing can happen between us. Yet you still think about me. What does that tell you?”
His eyes met mine again. “That I’m fucking selfish.”
“No. It should tell you that we can only control so much. We can control actions but not feelings or desires. You can’t help what you want.”
“My priority needs to be Rafe. Regardless of what I want.”
“Do you know what I want?”
He swallowed. “What?”
I took a moment to catch my breath. “You don’t know? I thought I’d made it painfully obvious…to the point of making a damn fool of myself over and over.”
He leaned into his knees and didn’t say anything for the longest time, just rubbed his temples. Then he stood up, walked over to close the door, and turned the lock. After that he walked over to the window and stared out.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
He turned his head toward me. “Trying hard not to take you on my desk right now.”
My heart pounded as he returned to his seat. My insides felt like they were about to explode. Taking a leap of faith, I walked over and sat on his lap, wrapping my legs around him. His breathing quickened, and I felt the heat of his cock awakening through his trousers as it throbbed beneath me.
“I’m going to fucking hell,” he whispered.
“I’ll see you there.”
I waited. No way was I moving in to kiss him this time. I would never make that mistake again. If he wanted it, he was going to have to take it. I just stared into his eyes, an open invitation.
His eyes burned into mine. “You said you’re jealous because Adriana’s had me and you haven’t.” He swallowed. “You’ve fucking had me from the moment you first touched me. I haven’t so much as thought about anyone else. I don’t know how to make it stop.” He wrapped his hands around my cheeks and brought me to his mouth. A groan escaped him, and I saw stars as the starvation I’d been managing for so long finally ended.
His kiss felt different than any other. The firmness. The wet hunger. The commanding way he held my face, the intensity of our breaths, the way his tongue circled mine rhythmically. Nothing else in the world mattered besides having his mouth on me, breathing in every bit of him, drowning in his taste. And when his tongue pushed deeper inside my mouth, it wasn’t gentle. If the movement of his tongue was any indication, sex with Dax would be next-level.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he muttered over my lips.
I began to grind over him, the sensation so intense that I could’ve come at any moment if I’d let myself.
“I can’t fuck you, Wren. I won’t,” he said, ripping his mouth away from mine. He urged me off him before getting up from the chair.
My tone was urgent. “What are you doing?”
“You can’t do that to me anymore. The grinding thing.” He ran his hand through his hair.
“Why?”
“Why?” He rubbed over his lips. “Because I’m about to lose it.”
“That’s what I want,” I panted.
He walked toward me and backed me against his desk. “You wouldn’t be ready for me right now if I really lost control.”
Dax shoved a bunch of things to the side just before my ass landed against the desk. He lifted me, propping me up on it, and spread my legs apart as I lay back. He slid my panties down, practically ripping them, and positioned his head between my legs. The next thing I knew, his mouth was on me, his tongue lapping at my clit. The contact sent shockwaves through my body—the hottest, wettest ecstasy I’d ever felt. Pure, drunken adrenaline.
“When I said I was starving earlier—this is what I was referring to.” He groaned.
Everything turned hazy as I writhed under him. I was transported somewhere else as his tongue explored my flesh, applying just the right amount of pressure. His low grunts vibrated through my body as I pressed myself against him.
Is this a dream? Because it couldn’t be real. Dax Moody didn’t have his mouth between my legs. He wasn’t groaning as his tongue probed me, devouring me like I was his last meal.
My body fell all the way back as he slid me closer to him, spreading my legs wider and burying his whole face deeper. For a man who was hesitant to have me touch him, he was certainly not holding back right now. And I was thankful.
The room spun as I began to climax. It was the fastest I’d come in my life. As the muscles between my legs contracted, I gripped his hair and pressed his mouth harder against me. This almost felt like two orgasms in a row.
