Hearing him say that provocative word, about her, made her inner walls clench with desire. There was something about his tone. It was real. It was raw. For a man who had the kind of reputation that Dax had, someone who had apparently racked up the kind of numbers he had…well, she was happy to hear his reaction to her. Not to mention really turned on.
“I need to taste you.” He dipped his head down quickly and placed his mouth over her mound, covering it entirely. She felt a moment of apprehension. It felt like she was going from beginner to advanced without any intermediate.
Those worries were quickly drowned out, though, by the ecstasy that swallowed her brain whole at the movement of his tongue up and down her slit. She arched her back and her hands flew to the back of his head, tangling in his hair and pushing him further forward.
“Oh, my…that is…so…yes,” she breathed. Even with all of these new and overwhelming sensations pummeling her, she still managed to hang onto the small corner of her brain that reminded her that she had to be quiet. If she was honest with herself, it kind of heightened the situation and added to her pleasure. For a good girl that always did the right thing, being bad felt good and if this was wrong, she didn’t want to be right.
“You taste so good,” Dax moaned against her most intimate parts. “You taste so sweet. Like honey.”
That was enough to put her over the edge. She wasn’t in the best place to judge time at that moment, but she doubted that Dax’s tongue had been caressing her folds for more than ten or fifteen seconds, and yet here she was, coming apart against his mouth.
Fireworks exploded in every muscle. She clenched her walls, involuntarily arching her back and throwing her mouth open in a silent scream as she gave over to the ecstasy ripping through her.
***
Dax moved his tongue gently up and down, slowing his pace to bring Ginny down from her powerful orgasm as gently as possible. He couldn’t believe how quickly she had come after he’d started to lick her. It turned him on so much—it must’ve been an indication of how ready she was, how aroused. How much she really had wanted this.
There was no more powerful aphrodisiac then a woman who was out of her mind with lust—especially one as vulnerable and sexy as Ginny Valentine. And damn, was this particular aphrodisiac working its magic on him. She consumed him, mind, soul, and now body. His cock was throbbing, raw and rock hard. Harder than he could ever remember being before.
He was overwhelmed with the undeniable need to drive himself into her, to feel the velvet walls of that sweet sex that he’d just tasted wrapped around his shaft, squeezing him while he pumped into her, milking him dry.
The truth was, though, his real desire was to claim her. He wanted to make her his. To stake out his territory. It was so much more than just the physical desire to “get his dick wet.” That didn’t even make the top ten list of reasons he wanted to be with her. The fact that he would be her first, that no other man had touched her or kissed her where he just had was ranking high on that list. As much as that turned him on, it also humbled him. He took it seriously and before things went further he wanted to make sure that they were on the same page, like he did with any woman he was with.
He kissed his way back up her belly, noting with satisfaction that her muscles were now trembling under his lips. He ran his hands over her hot, shaking skin as he did this. He wanted to touch her everywhere. To feel very inch of her body react to his touch.
He raised his face until their lips were mere millimeters apart. He looked into her beautiful blue eyes, completely caught up in her spell. They were both breathing hard. The air from their lungs intermingled. Even their breath was becoming one.
Everything in him still screamed at him to grab her, to drive into her, to pound her intensely, to own her and claim her—but he resisted that impulse. Right now they needed to discuss some things.
He brushed her hair gently back from her face, never breaking the intense eye contact they shared. “We need to talk.” He rasped gruffly.
“Talk?” Her brow furrowed.
“I know you said you never had a real boyfriend and the truth is I’ve never had a real girlfriend. I’ve only been with people that were okay with my triple-no policy.”
“Your triple-no policy?” she repeated.
“No strings. No attachments. No feelings.”
“Oh…” she breathed out.
“But that’s not what I want with you. I want strings. I feel attached. And I sure as hell have feelings. I feel more for you than I’ve ever felt for anyone. I can’t stop feeling, even when I try. I wanted you to know that this is new for me, too. I’ve never had a girlfriend, and I don’t know what is going to happen in the future. I don’t know what you want to happen or even if I can be what you deserve, but…”
“Dax,” she interrupted him, a small smile on her lips. “I just want to be with you. Tonight. I’m not asking for a ring or a walk down the aisle. I’m twenty-two. I know that’s a little old to still be a virgin, but it’s a little young for I now pronounce you husband and wife.”
He smiled, even though hearing her say she wasn’t ready for marriage made him feel like he’d just been kicked in his balls. Which was ridiculous because that wasn’t even something he’d ever wanted…until now.
Perhaps sensing his reaction she cupped his cheeks in her hands and held his face. “Don’t overthink this. Just…be with me…tonight. Please.”
Even though he still wasn’t sure they were on the same page, he knew there was no way in hell he was going to say no to her. Not now, and he feared not ever. She owned him.
He laid her down and then stood and pushed his lose gym shorts down over his erection, then stopped suddenly in his tracks. “Shit!” he spat out.
It was louder than he’d meant to say it. But damn, he’d just realized something that was going to put a stop to their encounter, and fuck if that wasn’t worth an angry exclamation. What he felt like doing was putting his fist through a wall but he would settle for one strangled cry of “shit” if he had to.
Ginny looked up at him anxiously. “What’s wrong?”
He shook his head regretfully. “No condom,” he replied, his voice flat and clipped, so annoyed with himself he could barely even form the words. He had condoms upstairs, but there was no way he was going to go into the room his mom and sister were staying in to retrieve them.