His kiss wasn’t hot and heavy like it had been the last two times they’d kissed. It was teasing and sensual. Dex gently sucked her bottom lip between his teeth. He nipped and teased it with the tip of his tongue. He leisurely explored her mouth. His tongue caressed the seam of her lips, barely sliding it in before retreating then returning. The slow build fanned the embers of desire. Cayla missed his aggressive kiss and possessive touch.
Cayla’s attempts to deepen this kiss were thwarted by Dex. Dex laced his left hand in her hair. The next time she tried to control the kiss, he lightly tugged her hair to keep her head where he wanted it. The move was controlling. It was bossy. It was sexy as hell. Cayla hated it. Her body wanted more. Her body hummed with desire. Cayla whined in frustration.
Dex pulled her head back for better access to her neck.
“Just feel, baby,” he rasped in her ear.
White-hot pleasure shot through her and settled between her legs when he licked then nipped at her lobe. His hot mouth moved to her neck, placing open-mouth kisses as he worked his way down.
Cayla’s hands gripped his hard biceps. His right hand kneaded her ass, his hard chest teased her sensitive nipples, his erection twitched against her belly, and his scent…
“Mmm…”
Dex lightly bit the juncture of her shoulder and neck. The sensation from the bite shot to her clit and she shuddered.
“Now, you’re ready.”
Chapter 11
“Hold this.” Dex ordered.
He was on his knees looking up at her. His eyes shone with unbridled lust as he bunched up her shirt and pushed it impatiently towards her breasts. Cayla gripped it like he told her. There was no point in trying to stop him. She’d imagined him in this position before. Wondered how it would be. How it would feel. If she would like it. If he could give her what she craved. In her fantasies, he did. Although, she would never admit to fantasizing about him.
Cayla’s belly fluttered when he nipped and kissed parts of her belly. He lowered his mouth to just above the top of her panties. He kissed her where her skin met the material. His tongue traced a line from the band up to directly below her navel. Her knees buckled slightly. Her insides clenched with longing. If she weren’t already wet, that would have done it. Dex slid his fingers – palms up – under the legs of her panties and used his fingers as hooks to pull the material towards him. His eyes locked with hers when he clamped his teeth on the band.
The mention of a man removing a woman’s underwear with his teeth was the kind of bullshit that incited severe eye rolling from Cayla, but seeing Dex kneeling in front of her with his perfect teeth clamped down on the cotton as he maneuvered them off her body was inspiring. The intensity of it was so primal and guttural that Cayla grew wetter with every inch they dropped. Feeling his teeth and stubble tickle her sensitive skin while leaving a delicious tingle behind, was beyond erotic. Her legs were weaker, and he’d technically hadn’t begun.
Dex threw her panties over his shoulder. His hands kneaded and caressed her thighs as he studied her slit like he’d never seen a hairless one before. Cayla didn’t feel self-conscious. She liked her body, and Dex’s intense gray eyes were filled with lust. She remembered Kalilah saying Nick did something similar. Maybe there are vag whisperers or something. Maybe their gray eyes could see something no other man could.
Dex hummed his approval as his finger started lightly rubbing Cayla’s slit. Fire shot through her. She moaned and tried to grind into his touch. His free hand grabbed her hip to still her. He shook his head.
“Just feel,” he whispered.
He blew cool air on her clit and continued to lightly rub her opening just shy of her clit. It was a slow, sensual attack of her senses. He added enough pressure for slight penetration. Dex added a second finger and continued the shallow penetration creating a slow build inside of her. Cayla mewed. The anticipation was consuming her. It filled her with nervous energy. Cayla pulled the shirt the rest of the way off and threw it.
Dex’s eyes drunk in her naked body. His fingers paused. Their eyes locked, and he licked his lips. Dex was up and kissing her like she wanted. Rough and possessive like he was trying to mark her with his kisses, brand her with his tongue. Cayla was an independent, forward-thinking woman. She thought she would be offended by such a kiss. But when Dex grabbed her much like he did at the restaurant and pressed her against the wall again. Both of his hands cupped her ass cheeks again. She wrapped her legs around him again. She moaned when he pulled her hair again. She shivered when he placed open-mouthed kisses down her throat again. She noticed a pattern. Sadly, she mentally doused her burning bra, shook off some of the soot, and put that bitch back on. More caveman kisses, please.
Their mouths reconnected, and Cayla threw all her sexual frustration into that kiss. Dex’s shirt and hard chest excited her nipples. The possessive way he gripped her ass – his fingers digging into her flesh – encouraged her to grind her need against the hard planes of his abdomen. The friction made her moan into his mouth, but she didn’t come up for air until she realized she was sitting on her couch. Dex stood, his deliciously hard cock eye level with Cayla. She wanted to touch it. To see it in person, up close and personal, but Dex swatted her hand.
“Have you sampled me yet?” The roughness of his voice made her shiver.
She shook her head negatively but couldn’t voice anything. Her eyes were affixed to Dex’s hand as he adjusted himself for comfort. His hand was inside his joggers moving his erection to a more comfortable position. His lips were a grim line of concentration, but his eyes were hot. He shuddered slightly when his head rubbed against the cotton of his underwear. When he finished, it was deliciously outlined in his joggers.
“Where is it?”
“What?” Cayla asked, trying to remember what they were talking about. She hardly knew where she was.
“The sample,” Dex reminded her, impatient and needy.
“Bottom drawer of my nightstand.”
Dex disappeared and came back almost immediately. It wasn’t hard to find her bedroom in the two-bedroom patio
home. She flushed when Dex moved toward her with purpose while holding his replica. He kneeled in front of her and put the vibrator on the couch next to her leg.
“I didn’t put any batteries in it.”
Cayla wasn’t sure what he was about to do. She wasn’t oblivious, she knew the mechanics, just didn’t know Dex’s plan. His eyes sparkled with mischief.