Dragon's Lair (Wind Dragons MC #1)(27)

“Oh, right,” he says, opening a drawer and pulling out four books.

“Books?” I ask, my eyebrows reaching my hairline.

He sits down next to me on the bed and spreads them out. Two are baby name books, one is a book about pregnancy, and the other is about labor. My throat starts to burn at the thoughtful gesture and the proof that he’s serious about this. “This is really nice.”

He shrugs it off. “I want to be prepared. Soon we can move into my house, and the baby will have his own room we can fix up.”

“Your house?” I ask, feeling confused.

He winces. “I have a house babe, it’s getting renovated right now. It will be ready in a month. I don’t expect you to stay here forever, especially not with the little one.”

Well thank f*ck for that.

I open one of the baby books. “I like this name.”

“What is it?”

I point to the name and show it to him.

“Gertrude?” he asks, snatching the book from me. “Nice try Faye.”

I giggle. “Fine, what names do you like? Since you’ve now said no to Sirius and Gertrude, which were both excellent ideas I might add.”

“Maybe we should make a list,” he surmises.

“I’ll find out the sex at the appointment on Thursday,” I tell him, lying back on the bed.

“Really?” he asks. “I think it’s going to be a boy.”

“Think you’re that lucky, do you?”

“Well if I have a girl who looks like you, I’m going to be screwed, don’t you think?”

I blush, looking away from his intense gaze.

“Can I?” he asks, touching the hem of my top.

“Yeah,” I whisper as he lifts up my top and runs his hands over my small belly. When he places a kiss right below my belly button, I stop breathing.

“I’m gonna see you soon little one,” he murmurs to my stomach, placing one more kiss before pulling my top back down. I look away so he doesn’t see the tears gathering in my eyes.

He clears this throat. “I got us Supernatural to watch.”

I love Supernatural. “How did you know?”

He shakes his head in amusement. “Your phone background.”

A practically naked Jensen Ackles picture. Right, that would do it. “Of course.”

He puts the DVD on and turns the volume up high to block out the music from the other side of the house. “So what’s with you and Allie?” I find the courage to ask.

He shrugs. “She’s always around.”

I really don’t think that’s an answer. “No emotional connection?”

“You always this nosy?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“I thought so,” he replies, his tone of voice letting me know that he’s amused rather than annoyed. Eric used to always get annoyed with me when I asked questions, which now makes sense because he had a whole lot to hide. Dex, on the other hand, is rather patient with me, which I appreciate. “And to answer your question, it sounds bad, but no there aren’t any emotional ties to her. It was just sex. She knew it, and I knew it.”

I like the fact that he used past tense. I really do.

“Good,” I reply, trying not to sound happy and failing.

His deep chuckle fills the room. “Come here babe.”

I slide over to him and rest my head on his chest. His fingers gently comb through my hair, and he kisses the top of my head. “Do you care that you’re missing the party?”

“No, not at all. That’s been my life for years now; I’m ready to move onto something better. That’s not to say we can’t go out and have some fun though,” he replies after a moment. Feeling bold, my arm reaches out and over his hard abs. I risk a glance at him to see him watching me, amusement glistening in his eyes.

“That was a pretty smooth move there Faye,” he teases, and I hide my face in his shirt.

“It’s not my fault. You’re hot,” I grumble, breathing him in.

“I thought I was a jerk,” he replies, stroking my hair once more.

“You’re a hot jerk.”

His chest shakes under my head. “You’re making my pillow shake!”

“Your pillow is my chest,” he decides to point out.

“Exactly,” I huff, lifting my head up and staring at him. God, his face is so close to mine, if I leant a little closer, my lips would be on his.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he growls, hand cupping my jaw.

“Like what?” I ask breathlessly.

“Like you want me more than anything else in the world,” he says, his eyes on my lips.

“Right now I do,” I say, slightly leaning forward until our lips touch.

We stare at each other for a few tense seconds.

“Fuck it,” he says, capturing my lips with his. He licks at my mouth until I open for him, then he delves inside—tasting me.

Owning me.

The kiss is possessive, filled with raging want and need. All rational thought disappears, and there is no one else in the world.

I want Dex, and he wants me.

It’s simple. Basic.

And the only thing that matters.

He sucks on my bottom lip then trails open-mouth kisses down my jawline and my neck. Rolling me over onto my back he lifts up my top over my bra, kissing up my stomach. Pushing up the cups of my bra, he licks around my breasts, teasing me. After a few moments’ torture he finally pays attention to my nipples, licking and sucking them just the way I like it, a little bit hard. He pulls back to pull down my shorts, ogling my red boyleg panties in appreciation for a second before he wrenches them down as well. He kisses around my inner thighs then places his mouth at my center.