They rode up the elevator, barely breathing, doing nothing more than holding hands. As soon as the door of her apartment closed behind them, however, Dax hauled her to him, and the fire they’d held back for so long exploded, consuming them both.
With other men, she’d always held a part of her back, protecting herself. She didn’t hold anything back with Dax. She trusted him in a way she’d never thought she could trust a man. It didn’t matter if he couldn’t promise her forever—he was hers that night.
Dax swung her up in his arms and carried her through the living room. He stopped kissing her just long enough to ask where her bedroom was. Kenzi impatiently waved a hand in the direction of her bedroom door. She didn’t want to talk, she wanted his mouth on hers, his hands to continue their strong caresses. She needed it.
They kissed urgently all the way to her room. Kenzi pulled off his tie and had started on the buttons of his shirt when he placed her down on her feet and took her hands in his. “Easy, Kenzi. Take it slow.”
Kenzi wanted to say they’d taken it as slowly as any human could endure, but one look at him changed her mind. There was a tender concern in his expression that brought an entirely new intimacy to what they were doing. He was a man who was used to taking, but with her he gave.
Because he cares about how I feel.
She took a deep breath and moved one of her hands to his still-clothed chest. His heart was beating wildly. Desire burned in his eyes, and Kenzi had never felt so close to a man. Dax wanted her to see she was in control of what happened to her, even here.
Kenzi held eye contact with him as she moved her hand lower and enjoyed the ridges of his stomach. He closed his eyes briefly in pleasure then opened to find her eyes again. She slid her hand even lower so her hand cupped his straining cock. He bent to kiss her neck while she caressed him. She whispered, “I want this, Dax. All of it. All of you. Don’t hold back because you think I’m fragile. I’m not. Take me, Dax. Give me what you’ve been holding back.”
One of his hands plunged into the hair on the back of her head, and he plundered her mouth with a kiss so intense Kenzi thought she could orgasm before either of them had removed any clothing. She shifted to grip his shoulders and steady herself while one of his hands moved to her ass, grinding her forward against his excitement.
He lifted his head, and she saw how close he was to losing control. Kenzi unbuttoned her shirt quickly and dropped it to the floor. She unclasped her bra and dropped it as well.
He groaned and shifted her position so her legs were wrapped around his waist. He kissed the curve of her neck, down her newly bared shoulders, and between her breasts. Everywhere his lips went, his tongue teased. Kenzi was on fire. When he took one of her nipples between his teeth and gave it a gentle tug, she cried out, “Oh God, yes!”
He took his time with one breast then moved to the other until Kenzi was shaking with need. He stepped forward and eased her down onto the bed so she was lying flat, but her feet still rested on the floor. His mouth was hot and burning a trail of kisses across her stomach. He removed her shoes then continued to kiss her as his hands undid the fastening of her pants and pulled them off at the same time as her panties.
He dropped to his knees and positioned himself between Kenzi’s legs. She gripped the bed sheets on either side of her in anticipation. He ran his hands up and down the length of her legs as he kissed the sensitive skin inside one of her thighs and then the other. She was near tears by the time she felt his hot breath on her sex, but still he took his time.
His hands gripped her thighs from above as he appreciated the view. “You’re so goddamn perfect.”
Kenzi shuddered. She was wet and ready for him. Instead of feeling exposed or vulnerable, she felt wonderfully, indescribably sexy. She rolled to a sitting position and pulled his face up to hers. Yes, she wanted what he was offering, but she wanted it on her terms, too. With him, she knew she could have both. Their tongues danced deeply together.
Dax slid a finger inside her wet slit. Kenzi gasped against his mouth when he found her clit and rolled it between his fingers. There was a strength to his touch that bordered on too much, but was actually, excruciatingly perfect.
She lay back on the bed, and he kissed his way downward. His fingers parted her lips and his mouth sought her already throbbing nub. Kenzi cried out again as he slid two fingers inside her and pumped in and out while his mouth worked its magic on her clit.
There was no past, no future, only pleasure and the need for release. Dax brought her to the edge of climax again and again only to pull away just before and kiss his way across her thighs again. Kenzi writhed on the bed, begging him to take her.
He stood, removed his clothing, and donned a condom. He rolled onto the bed with her, his huge cock grazing against the inside of her thighs as he settled himself above her. He kissed the space between her breasts. They kissed deeply again. With one hand he lifted her ass off the bed and entered her with a powerful thrust.
She tasted herself on his tongue and loved it in a way she’d never thought she would. She opened her legs and her mouth wider for him, giving herself over to him completely. He filled her deeply, fully. It wasn’t just the size of him, although he was beautifully endowed. He drove into her with controlled, strong thrusts that took her closer and closer to the climax she’d begged for earlier.
Her hands couldn’t touch enough of him. She couldn’t take him deeply enough into her. She jutted her hips up to meet his and the way he groaned into their kiss drove her even wilder beneath him.
When she finally came she was calling out his name again and again, his thrusts becoming as wild and uncontrolled as she felt. He made a feral sound and took one final plunge.
Kenzi collapsed, sweaty and spent. Dax held his weight off her even though they remained intimately connected. He looked down at her and smiled. “Kenzi.”
Kenzi was floating on the warm aftermath of her orgasm. She smiled back dreamily. “Dax.”
He rolled away briefly and cleaned himself. When he returned he took her into his arms and pulled a sheet over both of them. He was still smiling as he kissed her forehead. “Holy shit.”
She cuddled her naked body against his. “I was thinking the same thing.”
They lay comfortably against each other for a while, their breathing slowly returning to normal. Dax caressed Kenzi’s back lightly. Kenzi rested her head on his shoulder, savoring the light scent of his cologne. The same one she’d given him that would forever meld with the memory of him inside her, of her calling out his name while she climaxed.
Now that’s a good sales pitch for a cologne.
She smiled against his shoulder.
“What are you smiling about?” Dax asked.
She answered him honestly because he’d always done that with her. “I love your cologne. It’s amazing.”
He chuckled. “I didn’t wear any today. That’s me.”
Kenzi sniffed his neck. “Well, then you smell amazing.”
He rolled so he was half above her. “So do you, but you taste even better. I imagined this so many times.” He cupped one of her breasts beneath the sheet. “But you’re even more perfect than I imagined.”
Kenzi touched his cheek gently. “I’m not perfect, Dax, I’m just me.”
He growled in her ear. “How about sexy as hell and so addictive I can barely think of anything else.”
Kenzi smiled and murmured against his lips, “I’ll take that.”
He kissed her neck. “What else do you like?” His cock nudged against one of her thighs as it came fully to attention again.
Boldly Kenzi wrapped a hand around his erection and pumped up and down. She’d never felt so free to be herself with a man. “I like you, Dax.”
He raised his head and looked down at her intensely for a long moment. “I like you, too, Kenzi. This isn’t a one-time thing for me.”
They weren’t exactly words of love, but Kenzi could tell they were more than Dax normally said.
She continued to caress him with one hand while she pulled his mouth back to hers with her other.
Things with Dax were simple. No, he didn’t promise her anything, but he also didn’t demand anything. There was no guilt, no fear that either of them would hurt the other. For once she could simply let go and enjoy.
That’s exactly what she did with Dax well into the night and then again the next morning. She gave herself over to the uninhibited bliss of sex with a man who cared about her with no strings and no expectations.
While showering with Dax, she marveled at how comfortable she was around him. She’d never felt so relaxed with a man.
They had a leisurely breakfast together and chatted about their plans for the day. Finally, Dax looked down at his watch, swore, and started gathering his wallet and phone.
Kenzi walked him to the door, and he gave her one final deep kiss. It wasn’t until he said, “I’ll call you,” that Kenzi had a moment of panic.
He’d said that before—and hadn’t.
She’d told herself she could accept him on his terms, but the idea of not hearing from him again sent a stabbing pain through her. She wanted to grab his arm and demand he keep that promise, then she remembered what he’d said about not believing in promises.
She kept her silence as much out of habit as respect for how he had accepted her, scars and all. He’d helped her find her voice, and now he’d shown her how good things could be with the right man. No matter what happened, she was glad he’d come into her life. “Bye, Dax,” Kenzi said and closed the door. She slumped against it then took several deep breaths.
He’d said what they had wasn’t a one-time thing.
He doesn’t believe in getting attached. Will this end when he returns to London? Are we together until then? Is that what he meant?
