Tell Me You Want Me (Search and Seduce, #2)(34)

“You can,” he demanded. With her legs over his shoulders, and his hips smacking the backs of her thighs, he kept thrusting. Forcing her body to give up what he wanted. More of her pleasure. “I want another one, princess. Give it to me. Unless you can’t handle it?”

That challenge got her eyes to shoot open and hit him with a sexy glare. Her lips were trembling when she said, “I can handle you. You want me to come again?” She wiggled her hips just a little, a challenge right back. “You’re going to have to take this up a notch.”

Oh yeah? Game. Set. Match.

“Be careful what you ask for.”

He licked the pad of his thumb, then placed it over her pouting clit and rubbed fast.

She instantly screamed, and that was his signal to f*ck her even harder. Sweat dripped from his temples and hit her legs as he kept going on and on.

Growling like an animal. He was with a lady, a classy woman, and he was rutting like a savage. Some truths he couldn’t hide from, but right then, he gave himself over to the feeling of having her wrapped around him.

“Dex!”

She screamed his name and came again, harder and longer than the first one.

He couldn’t hold off anymore. He followed her down, his climax so explosive that he went light headed and rocked on his knees.

Her leg slid down his shoulder and off. Then the other one. He lay on top of her and clutched her close as the last of his release pumped from him. He hugged her tight. Sweaty and panting.

He must be crushing her. She would push him off any second. But instead, she locked her heels together at the base of his back and hugged him closer.

As soon as his right mind returned to him, Dex knew he was in deep hell with this woman. So hopefully, clarity would give him just a few more minutes before it came busting in and ruined everything.





Chapter Eight


Michelle opened her eyes to soft sunlight shining through the window. Not her window…Dex’s bedroom window.

She glanced around. She wasn’t lying gracefully in Dex’s bed like she’d seen women wake up in movies. Nope, she was totally naked, sprawled out, arms overhead like she’d fallen on the bed and passed out that way. And Dex? His head was on her lower stomach, his meaty arms slung over her. She felt his even breaths hit between her legs, and the sensation made her tingle.

Last night had been amazing.

In a word? Wow. Few other words could really describe what had happened between them.

It made a bit more sense to her now why people chased this kind of feeling. This adrenaline, passion-induced crazy need to just go wild.

And Dex was the best person to go wild with.

But that sunshine was annoying in how it brought the light of day with it, because the light of day made things look different. Made truths become reality. Like the truth that each time they crossed something off her list, she felt more comfortable with him, more emotionally open. Which was the exact opposite reason for the list. There was no point in learning how to be independent if she attached herself to a man in the process.

Sure, someone could tell her that if she liked him so much, she could just keep seeing him. But she had good reason for avoiding a relationship, and she wasn’t going to open herself to that kind of pain again. Not when her independence and her very sense of self were on the line.

Her body felt heavy, like she was weighted down.

Following her heart had ruined her life before. She wouldn’t let that happen again.

Dex stretched and groaned and nuzzled his face into her. His stubble scratched her hip and sent shivers over her skin. She held her breath. She didn’t want to wake him…

“I know you’re awake, princess,” he said in a sleepy, muffled voice against her belly button. “I can hear you holding your breath.”

She blew out a long exhale, and he looked up at her, his sexy hair tousled from a long night’s sleep. Getting lost in those sleepy green eyes was a great way to start the day. Her heart actually thumped painfully just looking at him.

“Morning.” He smiled. And cue the dimple.

She ran a hand through his hair. “Good morning.”

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

She took a mental account of her body. She was sore. And it felt so good.

“Great,” she said.

“Glad to hear,” he said. “Would you like some breakfast?”

She shook her head. Shouldn’t she be leaving soon? This was how the whole hookup thing went, right? Meet up. Have sex. Leave the next morning. Preferably before the guy woke up. But she was new at this, so two out of three wasn’t bad.

“I’m okay.”

He gave a half shrug. “Suit yourself.”

He kissed along her lower stomach and spread her legs.

His tongue hit her sweet spot, and she jerked. “W-what are you doing?”

He glanced up at her with a frown. “I’m eating breakfast. And I’m starving.”

The only thing that could have made his words hit home more was a “duh.” He settled between her thighs again and began devouring her.

Surrounded by a hot man between her thighs and sprawled out in his bed was definitely the best way to greet the day. But it wasn’t just any hot man. It was Dex. And while the light of day was still threatening to remind her of reality, she just wanted to stay in that moment a bit longer and forget the rest of the details of life.