The buzzer on the wall went off. Dax nodded toward the door. “I ordered sushi.”
Kenzi didn’t look like she wanted to leave his side, but she did. “I’ll buzz him in.”
As soon as she stepped away, Dale said, “If you hurt Kenzi, I’ll kill you.”
Dax arched one eyebrow. “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”
“Do you think I’m joking?”
“No, sir, I don’t.”
“What are you doing with my daughter?”
Dax didn’t answer that one. He didn’t see how the truth would help.
Dale continued, “Are you in love with her?”
“With all due respect, Dale, love isn’t a word in my vocabulary.” Dale’s eyes narrowed, but Dax continued, “The rest, as Kenzi said, is our business.”
Kenzi cleared her throat behind them. She was close enough to have heard Dax’s answer to her father’s question. The tight smile on her face said she had. Part of him wanted to deny what he’d said, tell her . . . anything that would bring the smile back to her eyes. Instead he gave her a long unapologetic look and took the bag of food from her.
Kenzi stood there blinking as she sorted out her reaction. Finally she looked at her father and asked, “Would you like to stay for dinner?”
Dale had a carefully neutral expression on his face. “No, your mother is expecting me.”
“Tell her I’ll come by the house tomorrow morning.”
Dale didn’t look happy about leaving, but he didn’t have much choice. He hugged Kenzi then gave Dax one last meaningful glare. It would have been funny if Kenzi hadn’t looked as conflicted as she did. She wanted her father to be happy and to respect her decision. From what Dax had seen it was one or the other with her family. He didn’t like that. “I’ll go with you tomorrow, Kenzi.”
Kenzi’s eyes rounded with surprise. “You want to meet my mother?”
“If you want me to.”
A cautious smile split Kenzi’s face. “She’ll be curious about you, so that would actually be really nice.”
Dale inhaled audibly but didn’t say whatever he was thinking. He gave Kenzi a kiss on the cheek. “See you both tomorrow, then.”
The look he gave Dax just before he left was as if he was trying to figure him out. Dax could have told him it was a waste of time.
None of this makes sense to me, either.
Sir.
Chapter Eleven
As soon as her father was gone, Kenzi turned to Dax. “Sorry about that.”
Dax placed the bag of food on the coffee table in the living room. He walked to where Kenzi was standing and took her in his arms. “Don’t worry about me.”
She melted against him, loving his strength. “I will if I want to.”
He chuckled and kissed her temple. “I’m getting that sense about you.”
Kenzi arched her neck back so she could look at Dax. She remembered what he’d said to her father about love not being in his vocabulary. He’d meant it. Dax equated love with his father’s string of marriages. He hadn’t said he loved her, and maybe that was a good thing. Whatever this was, it was more real than anything she’d experienced before.
Love is just a four-letter word people say too easily and rarely mean.
Dax and I are friends.
We care about each other . . .
That’s what matters.
Dax lowered his mouth to the exposed curve of her neck and kissed his way up to her ear. Desire shot through Kenzi as her body readied itself for him. Oh, yes, and there’s that.
His breath was a hot tickle on her ear as he asked, “Are you curious about your other gift?”
Kenzi was already unbuttoning the front of his shirt. “I will be later.”
Dax removed his suit jacket and shirt, and Kenzi bit her bottom lip at the beauty of him. He stepped out of his shoes and socks and stood there smiling at her as if he could read her thoughts. Her naughty, “God, I hope he screws me all night” thoughts. Kenzi ran her hands up his strong arms and down his muscled chest. I don’t care how we label this, it’s too good to ruin by overthinking it.
Dax made record time removing her clothing before stepping out of the rest of his. Right there in her living room, they kissed and explored each other’s bodies with a slow wonderment, as if it were their first time. The taste of him filled her senses. The strength of him made her eager to feel him above her, thrusting down into her. Like him, she took her time, because it was too good to rush. Every kiss, every caress, was so intense it moved Kenzi almost to tears. She’d never been with a man who felt so right.
Wanting him to feel as good as she was feeling, Kenzi sank to her knees in front of him and took his manhood in her hands with the intention of taking him into her mouth. He gripped the sides of her head, stopping her almost before she started. “Do you know what I want even more than to come in your mouth?”
Kenzi froze and shook her head. She was sexually experienced, but there were things on her list she’d never done, wasn’t sure she’d ever do. She didn’t know if he was about to ask her to do one of those things.
He dipped his thumb into her mouth then ran it across her open lips. “I want you so out of your mind that you can’t take me deep enough, that you’ll come while I do. Or so damn close it doesn’t matter. Then I want to watch you come again because you can’t help yourself.”
Kenzi flicked his thumb with the tip of her tongue. “Yes.”
“Then get my present.”
Present? What present? Then she remembered the bag near the door. He helped her to her feet, and she went to retrieve it. Inside the bag she found a small rectangular box. She walked back to him and opened it. It wasn’t the first silver bullet she’d ever seen, but it was the first one a man had ever given her. She’d talked to a boyfriend about toys once, and he’d gotten defensive, as if they would be competition. She’d never mentioned them after that. Dax was different. He was confident and wanted to ensure her pleasure while she pleasured him. The one he’d chosen was simple and non-threatening. She held it up and asked cheekily, “No bunny?”
He pulled her against him again, cupping her ass with his hands while his hard cock jutted against her stomach as he growled into her ear, “Do you want to try it? I want you to right now.”
All joking fell to the wayside. She loved when he spoke to her that way. He knew what he wanted, and because she trusted him completely she found his demands sexy. “Let’s do it.”
Dax took it from her and walked them both over to one of her couches. He sat down, pulled her in front of him, and lifted one of her legs so her foot rested on the couch beside him. She steadied herself with a hand on his shoulder and gloried in being spread wide for him. He turned the bullet vibrator on and ran it first along the inside of her thighs, then across the mound of her sex. Kenzi bent to kiss him hungrily. His tongue fucked her mouth thoroughly while he eased the tip of it between her wet lips.
He settled the toy on her clit and slid two fingers inside her. He moved them deeper and deeper. Kenzi sighed with pleasure into his kiss. He eased his fingers out and back in slowly, then with more speed. Kenzi thought she’d come right then, but before she could he broke off their kiss. He moved one of her hands over the vibrator and said, “Show me what you like, but don’t come. Save that for me, Kenzi.”
As he watched, Kenzi moved the bullet back and forth over herself, adjusting it so it rested perfectly against the spot she knew would send her over the top. As she approached orgasm again, Dax said, “Get on your knees, but don’t stop. You come when I come, Kenzi. Only when I come. Do that for me.”
Near to speechlessly aroused, Kenzi would have promised him anything. She was far beyond thinking. She sank to her knees. He adjusted her position so he could resume using the bullet while she gave him what she hoped was an equally amazing blow job. She’d performed oral sex before and would have said that she didn’t dislike it. It was something men loved. This time was different. Her body was wildly excited, a
nd she wasn’t thinking about technique, daydreaming, waiting for it to be over. She was on fire for Dax and sucked him with all the feral need burning through her. She raised and lowered her mouth onto him while he thrust a finger inside her. She couldn’t get enough of him as she again approached climax.
He gripped the hair on the back of her head and said, “Now, Kenzi. I’m going to come. Come with me.”
She heard him and joined him as if it were the most natural thing to obey a command to orgasm. She swallowed his juices while hers flowed down his hand, and even with him in her mouth, she made wild noises as she climaxed.
She raised her head and met his eyes. “Oh, my God, that was amazing.”
“We’re not done,” he ordered softly. He held a hand out to her. “Come up here.”
She held her toy against herself then straddled his spread knees. His hand went between her legs and took over again. “Come for me again, Kenzi.”
Kenzi balanced herself by holding onto his shoulders while he slid the bullet lengthwise between her lower lips. He slid it inside her, then out, and back and forth lengthwise again.
Kenzi arched in excitement, and he took one of her breasts into his mouth, sucking then circling her nipple with his tongue. He played her body with expertise until she was once again shaking with need.
Just as she approached another climax, he removed the bullet and eased her back onto her feet. He stood, put on a condom, then turned her toward the couch and eased her forward until she was bent before him.
Kenzi closed her eyes and cried out at how good he felt when he drove himself into her from behind. No toy could compare to how well he filled her, how powerfully he claimed her. He cupped her breasts and swore softly into her ear as he lost control finally and pounded into her sex.
He pulled out, turned her, and pushed her back so her back rested on the arm and back of the couch while her feet were on the floor. He lifted her feet, spread her legs wide and thrust into her deeply.
