He opens his eyes and those gorgeous dark irises lock onto mine. I put a hand on his chest, sliding it down until my fingers are hooked in his waistband. Dax’s breath stutters and his hips instinctively jerk forward.
“I love you, Dax. Always have. I always will.”
Those eyes widen, shimmering with disbelief. As quickly as it appears, the surprise is gone, replaced with naked lust.
“Dax!” I squeal.
In one swift motion, he has scooped me up, throwing me over his shoulder like a rag doll. I laugh, my hair hanging down and my face against his lower back.
Turnabout’s fair play!
I lift the back of his shirt and lick a hot swath across the skin above the waist of his jeans. When I get to his side, I bite down on the muscle and suck—hard.
I’m rewarded with a grunt right before I’m tossed onto a massive bed. Shocked, he tries to see where I marked him while I giggle.
“You little—”
I crook a finger, inviting Dax to join me. “Do you want to talk or do you want to come here?”
With shaky hands, I reach back and unzip my dress, wriggling out of it until I’m naked. Dax stares with blatant lust in his eyes and quite a bit of shock on his face when he sees I have nothing underneath.
I shrug and smirk wickedly. “The dress was too tight for proper undergarments.”
“Jesus, Kate.” His voice is husky and laced with hunger. Dax hurriedly sheds his clothes, quickly losing each piece while I take in every familiar—and unfamiliar—inch of him.
I’m in awe. “You have a tattoo.” I scoot over, climbing to my knees so I can run my hands over his shoulders to his back. I wish I could feel the ink that marks his skin, but it’s just as smooth as the rest of him. “What does it say?”
Dax turns around so I can see his glorious back, wide, cut and now, inscribed with a large tattoo.
I read it aloud as my fingers lightly trace the heavy, black Old English letters. “NO MORE RULES.” Dax twists his head so he can see me over his shoulder. “What does it mean?”
He turns back towards the bed, taking my mouth in a passionate kiss. Assertive and unapologetic, Dax keeps kissing and moving forward until I’m corralled beneath him on the mattress.
He breaks the kiss with a gasp. “It means I’m living my life for me, not anyone else. I’m going to do what I want.”
“And what is it that you want?” I ask breathlessly.
His sharp gaze pins me down.
“You.”
Dax
Now that I’m not holding back anything, the longing, the craving, the need for Kate burns my insides. My emotions are like an out of control car speeding towards a brick wall.
When I lower my body down on top of hers, skin touching skin, the car slams into the wall and explodes in hot, flickering flames. Kate’s hips arch up into mine and I break our kiss with a huff.
“God, angel…” I groan long and deep from the tortuous friction of her slick flesh on my cock.
She tugs on my neck, bringing our mouths back together. I could literally devour her right now. Kate sucks on my lower lip, bringing it between her teeth.
“Ow!” I pull back, putting a hand up to where my mouth stings. “You bit me!” My finger comes away with a dot of blood. Even though it hurt, that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever had done to me
“My, my,” I whisper, trailing a finger down her neck and between her breasts. “Someone has turned into quite the little deviant.”
“I’m not a deviant,” she rasps, “I just want to—”
“Want to do what, Kate?” I thrust my hips down hard, dragging a moan from her. “More of this?” Thrust. “Is that,” thrust, “what,” thrust, “you,” thrust, “want?”