Page 100 of Crossed By the Stars
“It’s still true…the words I told you then. You glow like there’s a power inside you that no one else has,” he said as he tugged my hips up tight against his. “See, your skin is glowing in the moonlight, shining on me and the world. A light in the dark.”
I was no longer the unprepared girl I’d been when he’d first said similar words to me, but they still filled my heart. They made me feel like that girl who’d believed in love and fairy tales and honor. His words made me feel wanted…adored.
“Shut up and kiss me,” I told him.
And he did, slowly and methodically. Tongue caressing my mouth as if it was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted. Long, languishing licks that lit the flame inside me. My belly and chest turning hot and tingly as his fingers trailed over my shoulders, undoing my bra and tossing it behind us. He lifted me, moving us backward into the bathroom and placing me on the counter as his hands and tongue continued their journey over and in me, as if worshipping each piece.
He stepped away, shedding his clothes while I watched, returning to me in nothing. He tugged my underwear aside, the length of him teasing my entrance.
“I can’t wait today,mon bijou. I need to make you mine.”
I loved that he sometimes made the choice to take me like this, as I needed it. Fast and furious and not always slow and methodical. Although, I’d come to adore his way as much as my own.
“I’m already yours, Dax.”
He grinned against my lips as he entered me, dark eyes watching my face, taking in every movement. My eyes fluttered shut, and his hands on my hips tightened. “I need to see your eyes,chérie.”
I opened them, staring into his as we moved together, the tantalizing pulse of a climax building within us, the power of it threatening to overcome us both, to make us lose ourselves in the one being we became when rocking together this way. Our bodies shuddered and shook at the same time, the glorious waves breaking over us and filling me with joy, the utter beauty of it letting me know this moment was real.
“I love you,” I told him, lining his chest with kisses.
“Je t'aime,” he uttered in a deep growl of French that caused my insides to flex around him. He smiled. “Round two?”
I nodded, and we moved to the shower, using the bench and the marble walls to support us, leaving handprints on the steamy glass. The sound of the shower was unable to hide the sounds of our lovemaking. I could hear each beautiful moan and cry clearly because the underwater feeling had left my head, my injuries healed.
After we hit the peak once again, panting and shuddering with pleasure, we retired to the low mattress in the very traditional Japanese room. Dax slept naked, and I was finding there was no point in me sleeping in anything either because whatever I put on almost always disappeared the moment his hands landed on me. Whether that nakedness ended with him inside me or just our bodies twined together, he still needed the feeling of our skin, and only our skin, as he slept.
Dax spooned himself around me. He laid a kiss on my shoulder, tucking his face into the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply. “Your scent is intoxicating,mon bijou. Joel told me he’s attempting to bottle it, but I don’t want him to. It’s mine. I don’t want it on shelves for others to have.”
I laughed lightly. “You do realize that Romeo is the scent Joel bottled for you, right? Just think, we could sell them together. Romeo and Juliet.”
Dax growled. “We are no longer star-crossed. We aren’t Romeo and Juliet or Shinji and Hatsue.”
It was true. Dax’s father had cried when Dax told him whatOtosanhad said about Élodie and her death. He’d cried for his sister, and the loss of a friend, and the future they’d discussed as three starry-eyed college students ready to take on the world. Étiennehadn’t quite accepted me into his family with open arms, but he also wasn’t pushing me away, just like he wasn’t pushing Dax to abandon me. Maybe because he knew the truth…that Dax would leave him before he deserted me again.
Still, I couldn’t blame Étiennefor watching me with a hint of apprehension. There would always be Mori blood running through me, but I also hoped he’d eventually see how much I loved Dax. How my only real goal these days was to keep him happy and safe. To share a life with him that neither of us had ever imagined coming true.
“Violet would love the Romeo and Juliet idea too,” I said, mind whirling with marketing ideas.
His hand ran along my belly, up to my breast, tugging a nipple.
“No more talk of Violet or scents or work,” he demanded.
Mere weeks ago, I would have cursed him and moved away, not letting anyone demand anything of me. But I loved the way Dax demanded my attention in the bedroom, a sharp contrast to how I spent the rest of my life. I loved letting go to him. Giving in. Letting him lead in this one place.
“We have a lot to do when we get back to St. Micah,” I said, knowing I was provoking him, doing it on purpose to get the reaction I craved. “We have the architect to meet with, and I have to hire?”
He cut me off by flipping me over onto my back, pinning my arms above my head, and grunting out, “No more,” before he took my entire breast in his mouth, twisting and tugging at the other one.
Thoughts of the manufacturing site we were looking at disappeared from my head. But another thought emerged from the recesses of my brain. A thought I had to say aloud before I got lost in us and forgot it.
“Dax,” I gasped out, pushing against him a little.
He stopped, worry coasting over his face. “Mon bijou?”
“Thank you.”
The worry flew away, replaced with confusion. “For what,chérie?”
