Instead, she stood in place and studied him. She watched the pulse in his neck before staring at the elusive dimple that his clenched jaw exposed. Her Valentine’s Day desire to touch it returned. Cayla lightly slid her finger across his cheek, his light beard tickling her finger. The sensation aroused her more than it should; a simple touch elicited the drop of courage she needed to push forward.

Cayla took a step back from Dex. Her gaze held his as she tugged her towel away from her body. It dangled briefly between her thumb and forefinger before hitting the ground. Dex’s eyes roamed her body; the intensity in his eyes had his irises warring between gray and blue. His white linen shirt shuddered over his heaving chest and his erection was clearly outlined in his charcoal slacks. He loosened his tie as he spoke.

“Have you ever used music with sex, Cayla?” The richness of his tone gave her pause.

“You mean mood music?” Cayla inquired.

Dex smiled as his eyes took on a naughty glint. “No. The music is part of the sexual experience.”

Cayla frowned, not completely understanding. “As in playing a bunch of songs during sex?”

Dex’s lips tipped up more as he pulled her back into his arms. Her soft naked body pressed against him. His scent mesmerized her again. Cayla loved being back in Dex’s arms far more than she wanted to admit. She didn’t want to be attracted to him or ache for his touch when he was not around. Yet, she couldn’t help wanting him. She hoped it was just a hormonal reaction to him that would fade after more sex. His erection nudged her with each breath, teasing her more by the second.

Dex kissed her gently, his lips firm and non-exploratory. The simple peck pained her; she wanted more. “No. I only need three songs,” he corrected, returning to the conversation.

“Three songs? For what?” Cayla probed, her mind hazy from lust. Dex’s hand leisurely kneading her bottom occupied more of her mental space than his words.

Dex delicately clasped her jaw in his hand, keep her eyes focused on his while he spoke. “Three songs are enough to give you enough orgasms to sleep through the night.”

Cayla’s gasp echoed in the bathroom Dex was currently vacating with her in tow. He’d guided her to a leather ottoman sitting in the middle of the room. Cayla stared at it for a moment, mentally trying to place the prior location of the rectangle piece of furniture. She was certain it hadn’t been there when she’d entered his room before her bath.

“Sit,” Dex ordered. Her heart fluttered. Never had that word been sexy until Dex said it with authority.

Cayla felt the cool cognac leather caress her bottom when she lowered herself. She crossed her legs and looked to Dex for further cues. He shook his head disapprovingly.

“Straddle it,” he demanded.

Without hesitation, Cayla swung her leg over the side. She shivered when the cool leather rubbed against her sensitive skin. Dex’s gaze on her body was mental foreplay. She leaned back to rest on her palms and tilted her head to her right to watch Dex. Her breasts perked up in the air for him as if they were an offering. They stared at each other in silence until Dex’s eyes slid down the rest of her body. Cayla’s desire for him was starting to make her feel impatient. She needed him to touch her; Cayla’s body begged for the attention only Dex could give it.

Cayla suppressed a whimper when he moved out of her reach, crossing over to his television stand in front of her. A sleek black radio remote now rested in his left hand; his eyes roamed over her body once more before pressing play.

The first notes of Marilyn Manson’s version of “Sweet Dreams” played over his surround sound. To her surprise, each note vibrated through her body arousing her more. Dex’s watched her with a predatory glint in his eyes as he removed his tie. His deft fingers pulled the knot and flicked the tie off with sexy precision. He moved behind her with his tie still in his hands as Marilyn started to sing. Cayla attempted to turn to him, but he kept her facing forward. He slid up behind her. Dex ran his fingertips down the side of her arm. Cayla shivered when his thumb caressed the sensitive skin of her wrist. The silk of the tie started to wrap around her wrist.

“Wha-” Cayla started to ask but Dex silenced her.

“Shhh…just feel,” he answered with his mouth close to her ear.

The music’s tempo picked up, and drums joined the guitar and bass making the song more aggressive. Cayla let out a surprised moan; the beat felt like it was pounding into her while Dex tied her other wrist. He’d left enough slack for her to rest her hands at her side, but it was tight enough to remind her he was in charge. The idea made her wetter. Cayla never thought she’d like having her hands tied and relinquishing control, but Dex was proving her wrong.

It should be frustrating, but Cayla was too aroused to be upset. Dex nipped her ear then soothed it with his tongue. Cayla mewed; her body was coiled tight with anticipation. Dex pressed himself against her back as he straddled the ottoman. He was still fully clothed. The fabric from his clothes caressed her body while his erection pressed against her lower back.

His experienced mouth nipped, licked, and nibbled down the side of her neck while his hand traced up her spine. It felt good to be touched and kissed by Dex, but he was teasing her. Cayla’s attempts to rub against him were thwarted when Dex wrapped her loose hair around his hand. He held it firmly against her nape to control her.

“Don’t move,” he whispered before tipping her head back and stealing a kiss. He was controlling the intensity and not giving her exactly what she wanted.

Cayla moaned her frustration. She could feel Dex smile against her lips.

“Have patience,” he said before taking another quick kiss.

His free hand traveled up her thigh while gently squeezing along the way. Her senses amped up, ready to be stroked. His thumb got close to where she needed it, but he retreated. He pushed her forward. Cayla panted when she felt his hot, wet tongue begin to travel up her spine. He licked and nipped his way up as he continued to rub her leg just shy of her center. His nips and caresses became more aggressive with the music. Cayla arched her back, silently begging for more.

Dex continued to give her only what he wanted to give. Her whole body ached for release. She’d never imagined she could get so worked up by a few well-placed kisses and a haunting track. She unraveled when Dex’s mouth found the nape of her neck. His lips attacked the back and both sides of her neck, in no discernable pattern. Trying to predict him was futile, plus the fingertips of the hand that was once teasing her thigh were sliding up her belly achingly slow. Her clit throbbed and begged. Her nipples her hard and throbbing. Her body was hungry for Dex.

Something clicked inside of her, an understanding that became clearer the hornier she became. Dex knew exactly what he was doing. She didn’t need to control her pleasure because she was in very capable hands. She knew what she needed to do. Cayla relaxed against him. Her head fell back onto his shoulder, her back melded to his chest, and her tense shoulders relaxed. Cayla gave her body over to Dex.

“Very good,” Dex moaned.

He released her hair, and his other hand joined the exploration of her body. He cupped her breasts without touching her nipples. She knew better than to beg or protest, instead she gave herself over to the pleasure that Dex and the song were giving her. A slow build was starting in her body. Dex’s expert hands rubbin

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