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“Dye it purple. I don’t give a fuck,” I growl. How’d we end up here? I was trying to tell her something serious. Ah, fuck. Maybethat’sthe problem. “Am I getting too intense, too soon, for you?” I ask.
Her smile fades. “No. I think you’re pretty perfect too. I just don’t want you to think I’m…I don’t want to end up disappointing you.”
Whoever made her feel this way needs to be smacked with a fucking hammer. “You could never disappoint me.”
“Don’t be so sure.”
Why is that peeved lilt to her voice such a fucking turn-on? Even when she’s frustrating, I want to fuck her senseless.
“So, buttons, huh?” She hooks a finger in the neckline of her sweatshirt and tugs. “I’ll have to remember that.”
Frustrated, aroused, and amused in the space of ten minutes. This woman’s a fucking rollercoaster.
And after so many years of not feeling much of anything, I really enjoy the ride.
CHAPTERFORTY
Emily
“You know what, smart-ass?”Dex presses his hand between my legs, cupping me through my pajama pants. “I already suspected you might not be a natural redhead.”
My puff of laughter turns into a squeak of surprise as he grinds the heel of his hand right over my clit. I inhale a quick, shaky breath. “Oh, yeah?” I aim for a breezy tone, but it’s negated by the moan that follows.
With his free hand, he tugs the drawstring of my pants loose. Staring into my eyes, almost as if challenging me or asking for permission, he slips his hand under the waistband and glides right over my center.
He squeezes his eyes shut and groans. “No underwear. Soaking wet. Fuck.”
His fingers slide though my wetness, teasing and testing. Taking his sweet time gently working me up.
“Dex,” I whisper urgently, curling my fingers in his shirt. “Not…not here.” I glance at the kitchen door, and then the back windows that we’ve never bothered to cover with curtains or anything.
He presses his forehead to mine. “Where?”
Damn, he knows I’m hesitant to go upstairs because of my sister. And respects it. How can he have that feral look in his eyes but still be so understanding? I’m ready to melt into a puddle at his feet.
I slide off the counter, standing on shaky legs and take his hand, pulling him around the edge of the long counter, to the right and into the small laundry room off the kitchen.
I’m behind on laundry and hurry to throw a basket of clean, unfolded towels on the floor.
Dex growls his approval and boosts me onto the washer. “Very nice.” He slips his fingers in my pants and tugs. “Lift up.”
I can’t do it fast enough. One of my socks slips against the washer. A rush of cold air glides over my lower half as he yanks my pants off, tossing them aside. I yelp as the cold metal touches my bare butt.
“Shhh.” He holds a finger against my lips.
“It’s chilly,” I whisper.
“I’ll warm you up.” He taps the edge of the washer. “Put your feet here. Let me see that pretty pussy.”
I squint at the overhead light. Why’d I have to get such a bright bulb?
“Emily.” Dex’s low, firm tone can’t be ignored.
My eyes snap to his. Slowly I place my feet where he wants them, leaving myself exposed.
“Perfect,” he says, curving his hand over my sex. He drags his middle finger between my lips, drawing my wetness to my clit and rubbing softer than I’d think a man his size was capable of.
My breathing turns to short, ragged gasps.
