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“Good choice.” I kiss her one more time and get to my feet to clean up. It almost seems a waste to zip my jeans since I’ll be taking them off again, but I do it anyway. We gather the trash, she folds the blankets, and I put the grate over the fire to keep it contained while it dies out overnight. I turn on my flashlight and she takes my hand so I can lead her back around to the front. I unlock the front door, push it open and gesture her in first. The look on her face is priceless. The outside is impressive, but the inside is the real gem. Hand carved stair rails, polished hardwood floors, and crown molding make the inside unique. I did a damn good job.
“This is gorgeous.” Joslyn looks back at me and I tip my head for her to go explore. I close the door and lock it behind us, trailing behind her as he gasps at each room. “I still can’t move in with you.” She gives me a pointed look and I laugh. It’s cute when she thinks I’m giving her a choice. “I’m not kidding.” Her fingers drag over the granite counter tops and she looks up at the track lighting in the kitchen.
“I can tell you think you’re serious.” I follow her through the dining room to the den and back around to the stairs.
“It’s a really nice offer, but… oh my god this chandelier.” She looks up at the light fixture hanging over the stairs. “Anyway, it’s a nice offer, but I’ll find something.” At the top of the stairs, she turns the wrong way, and I grab her hand. Joslyn lets me take her to my room and I open the door. This is the best room in the house. “Whoa.” If she thought she was going to live somewhere else, I think my bed just changed her mind.
Chapter Seven
Joslyn
The room is bigger than any place I’ve ever lived and my whole apartment over Wilson’s could fit on the bed. It’s the size of two kings and is covered in a soft red blanket. The closet and bathroom are also gigantic, but damn, that bed is perfect. Dax watches me, arms crossed, biceps bulging, smirk in place. My mind goes back to earlier and I can hear his gravelly voice telling me he’s going to come. I clench my thighs at the memory. Seriously, is there anything sexier than a man telling you he’s about to come? I pull the curtain back and look out over the patio we ate on. The pond glitters at the edge and the woods stretch out in all directions.
“Come here.” I turn to find Dax lounging on the bed, his shoes missing, and that damn smile on his face. I join him and he’s on me before I realize what I’ve gotten myself into. My head is on the down pillows, his thick thighs are straddling me and he’s moving my hands over my head. He kisses me in his bruising way, teasing me with his tongue. He pins my hands with one of his, moving his lips down my neck to my collarbone.
“Are you holding me prisoner?” I squirm under him, and he releases me to run his rough hands down my arms to my neck. I gasp when his grip tightens there for a split second. His smirk goes from sexy to wicked and he cups my breasts. He kneads one then the other, thumb and forefinger teasing my nipple.
“You can leave whenever you want.” He reaches behind him and pulls the shirt over his head, making a show of it. My eyes drink him in. I knew the muscles were there, but this is nothing like my imagination. Every dip, ridge, and plane is defined, hard, rippling. Holy shit. If I thought those arms looked good in shirts, they look even better naked. I lick my lips. “Like what you see?” He winks and moves off me, standing to slide the jeans down his legs. When he’s left in nothing but boxers, erection evident in the front, he offers a hand to help me up.
I don’t take his hand. I move back to the middle of the bed, pull my shirt over my head and toss it. “ I don’t care how big your bed is, I’m not moving in with you.” I ease my skirt down and toss it over with my top. Dax takes a breath, staring at me like he wants to devour me. “Like what you see?” I throw his words back at him and with a growl, his boxers are gone and he’s on me. He expertly unhooks my bra, licking, sucking, biting at my skin. I fall back, Dax over me, and my panties are gone.
“I’m gonna fuck you, and you’re gonna scream so loud the neighbors know my name.” He rumbles the words in my ear, nudging my legs apart with his knee. “This mouth is all mine, this pussy is all mine, and you’re all mine.” Dax talks between kissing me. I run my hands into his hair, across his shoulders, memorizing every muscle.
“You don’t have neighbors.” I laugh between breaths. “Condom.” Is the only other word I can say.
“Fuck.” He leaves me for a few seconds and when he comes back, his lips meet mine. I’m lost in everything that is Dax Thompson. His smell is on the bed, on him, on me. His calloused hands run over my skin, his weight sinks on top of me, and his tongue parts my lips. I wrap my legs around his hips, and he teases me, lowering himself over me to kiss me harder, but never delivering on his promise.
“Are you trying to get me to ask nicely again?” His lips travel down my neck to my chest.
“I wanna taste you first.” If he insists. I keep my fingers in his hair, but let him do whatever he wants. I moan softly when he sucks one nipple into his mouth then the other. Dax continues his quest, kissing my stomach, hips, thighs, and finally wedging his wide shoulders between my legs. He wastes no time dragging his tongue over every sensitive part of me. “Oh god.” He knows exactly what he's doing down there. His tongue flicks my clit on every pass and I squeeze my eyes shut as my hands tighten in his hair.
“Come for me so I can fuck you, baby.” Oh my god, the dirty talk. He slowly slides a finger inside me, sucking my clit, one hand moves up and he rolls my nipple between his fingers. I do exactly what he asks. Light burst behind my eyelids as ecstasy washes over me. Electricity covers me, his name on my lips, while he expertly works me over. His tongue slows, his finger slides out and before I can process, he’s over me. “I need you. Now.” His lips are on mine, my taste lingering there, and he slams into me. I gasp at his size, loving the feeling of him filling me completely. Before one orgasm can end, another starts.
“Oh god, Dax.” I pry my eyes open enough to see him grinning at me, thrusting into me, kissing my neck. Dax is everywhere. His hand on my hip, his mouth on my neck, his cock filling me.
“You are so tight and wet. I swear this pussy was made just for me. I won’t last much longer, baby.” His words are a low rumble. Another orgasm hits me like an oncoming train. It’s unstoppable and never ending. My back arches, his pace quickens, I scream his name, it washes over me in waves. Dax squeezes my hip, pounding into me harder, groaning out his own pleasure. With a few more slow strokes, I feel him pulse inside me, his cock jerking with each stroke, and sending little jolts of pleasure through me. When he collapses, he doesn’t break our connection. He rolls to my side and takes me with him so I’m buried in his chest. It’s not a bad place to be.
“Wow.” I sigh and lean back to touch his face. Dax gives me a lazy smile and kisses me softly.
“We should get some sleep, you start a new job tomorrow.” He kisses me again, cupping my ass with one hand and caressing my cheek with the other.
“Dax, I can’t-” He silences me with a kiss.
“I’ll be back.” When he slides out of me a whimper escapes my lips and he chuckles. I roll over to watch his ass on the way to the bathroom. Even his ass is rippling with muscles, and that back. Holy shit. He can’t be real. No man is that sexy in real life. He leaves the door open and I hear water running. I want to curl up in bed, get cozy, and never leave, but I really can’t stay here. I know he thinks I can, but I won’t.
“I really should get back home.”
“No.” His voice echoes around the room and the lightness of his tone makes me grit my teeth. He comes out, still naked, and I’m rendered speechless for a little too long while I stare. All of him is chiseled perfection from his jawline to the V that leads to his…. Well, yeah. I watch him crawl across more bed than any human needs until he gets to me. He kisses my forehead and I melt a little.
I move away from him, about to make my own trek across the great expanse of bed to the bathroom, but he grabs my wrist. “Bathroom. I’m not making a break for it naked.” I roll my eyes at him and he lets me go.
The bathroom is magical. The tub is in the shower. Like, in it. One half of the room is a glass and tile shower and the clawfoot tub is IN it. The other side is the toilet and double sink with a mirror the size of my bed. Everything is a pleasing slate gray with perfect lighting. It’s stunning. I take care of business and leave the bathroom to find the bedroom dark. I guess I’m staying. I’m not giving in so easily, but he doesn’t need to know I’m fine with staying just one night. I leave the bathroom light on, crack the door a sliver, and navigate to the bed. I crawl across and find Dax, blanket open to invite me in with him.
“Can I at least have a shirt?” I don’t know about sleeping naked with him.
“Nah. No clothes in bed.” He lifts the blanket to show me the rule applies to him as well.
“I really should go home, Dax.” I can’t make it that easy for him.
