Page 70 of Flirting With Fire
My mouth went dry. “You want that?”
Dex nodded. “I do.” He hesitated. “I love you and want to spend the rest of our lives together.”
“I want that more than you know.” And if I sounded a little hoarse and overwhelmed, he didn’t call me out on it. “I love you too.”
“Like I didn’t know that.” Dex gazed down at me, his eyes twinkling. “And I want a party.”
“You do?” I asked dubiously.
Neither of us were the partying type. We spent most of our free time curled up on the couch together or exploring the local area on the horses or hiking—just the two of us. Forget opposites attract. I had a man who fit me body and soul.
“You claimed me at the fiesta. Now I want to claim you to the town.”
“You want to host a party for the whole town? Do you think it’s necessary? I mean you claimed me pretty much all over Charming, babe. In the coffee shops, in the supermarket, behind the high school?—”
“Okay, okay,” he interrupted, his cheeks flushing. “You don’t need to remind me.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure you don’t want to be reminded?”
I grinned at his indrawn breath. So maybe I’d tried to make up for what happened in high school. We’d gotten veryenthusiastic and had nearly been caught more than once. I cringed at the memory of my mom and Gary walking around the corner right after one of those encounters.
Dex chuckled. “You’re thinking about your mom, aren’t you?”
“If they’d caught us…” I whimpered.
I insisted we were a bit more discreet after that. We had a fine bed back at the ranch, my old one from Chicago—which Dex was happy to move into his bedroom once he understood it was new and I’d never shared it with another man.
“There, there.” He patted my arm. “I think your mom knows you’re a big boy now.”
“I’m a big boy,” I agreed with a wicked grin. Dex groaned as I rolled him over and pressed him down into the bed. I gazed down at him. “A big, big, boy.”
He rolled his eyes, and I chuckled.
“You’re so edible,” I told him. “I want to devour you.”
“That doesn’t sound good.”
“I’ll make it good.” I added a little growl to my voice so he knew exactly what I was talking about. Yep, there was that shiver. Dex loved it when I growled at him.
He arched up against me, and our cocks rubbed deliciously against each other, the friction eliciting groans from both of us.
“I’m waiting,” he said.
Never let it be said I kept my man waiting. I licked a stripe up his throat and sucked lightly on his Adam’s apple, feeling it bob under my tongue. Then I trailed kisses along his jaw to suck lightly on one of his earlobes.
I loved toying with Dex, exploring all the places that made him wriggle and writhe. He was the first man in my life who loved foreplay as much as I did.
Dex clutched onto my shoulders, his blunt nails digging in. I knew he was trying to hold back, to let me lead this ride. But itwouldn’t last. As I slid down his body, he begged me to suck his nipples.
I sucked one nub, hearing his sharp intake of breath, then made sucking kisses over to love on the other one.
“Meyer, please. Fuck me.”
I raised my head, seeing his glittering eyes focused on me. The time for teasing was over. He needed me now. I pushed open his legs, nestling between them as my gaze fixed on his sweet hole, fluttering as it waited for me.
It didn’t take long for another order.
“Quit staring at me and start fucking,” he growled.
