Page 83 of Accidental Blind Date
“That’s because Kaiisa shithead. That’s his job.”
I smile up at him with a giggle. “I like your hair the way it is. I likeyouthe way you are.”
After a moment, his frown tips back up into a smile. “You like me?”
“I do.”
“Well, that’s convenient,” he says. His voice smooths from irritated to warm and low, sending tingles through my body. Then he wraps his arms around me and pulls me into him. “Because I like you too. Also, you look incredible.”
“Thanks. I felt pretty.”
“Youarepretty.”
Dax clips my chin in his fingers and brings my mouth up to his. Our lips press together, warm, sweet, and soft. But I know better than to think it’s going to stay that way. As the kiss goes deeper, Dax brings his other hand up and tangles his fingers in my hair above the nape of my neck and lets out a small groan.
“How are you so delicious?” he asks.
“I was thinking the same thing about you,” I say, running my hand down the definition in his abs. He’s in gym pants and a black t-shirt, worn and soft and sexy.
“How are you mine?” he asks, and my heart trips over itself for a moment as my brain works to wrap itself around that word…
Mine.
Before I have time to give it any more thought, Dax pulls his shirt up over his head and tosses it aside. My hands instinctively undo the straps on my dress, and I shimmy out of it, letting it fall to a stripey puddle at my feet. The kissing continues, frantic and hungry, and I press my palms to his chest.
“You’re sweaty,” I giggle. “Hot and bothered already?
“Not bothered at all. Hot, yes. I just got home from the gym. I probably need a shower…” he smirks down at me, letting the words hang in the air suggestively.
My smile must be answer enough because the next thing I know, Dax is pulling us over to the massively exquisite walk-in shower. He pulls a lever, and water pours down on us from three different rain shower heads.
I let out a scream and hug into him, my white bralette, and panties the only thing protecting me. “It’s not even warm yet!”
“I thought we were hot,” he chuckles, raking his hair back with his hands in a sexy, sleek motion.
“It was a figure of speech,” I say as the water starts to warm. I look around and shake my head. “This shower is ridiculous.”
“You don’t like it?” Dax asks, tugging his soaked pants off. Or trying to. Turns out guys’ work out pants are no easier to get off when wet than leggings are.
“Another figure of speech,” I say.
“Ah,” he grunts. “Sorry. All the blood seems to be rushing to the wrong head.”
He’s not wrong. Even in his pants-half-off dance, his dick is hard as a rock and ready for action.
“The fact you pulled us in here before we were fully undressed was literally ridiculous, not figuratively. Do you need help?”
Dax yanks at the leg of his pants and whips it free. He tosses it over the glass with a grin. “Nope! Now where were we?”
He pulls me into another kiss, stealing my tongue for a moment before showering my face, neck, and collar bones with more kisses. Heat rises inside me like the rising of a hot, high sun. One that will be a real scorcher. I can already feel the wetness dripping down the inside of my thighs.
Dax knows, or at least he seems to, because he grins devilishly at me as he moves on to my breasts. The thin satin and lace of my bra is now transparent through the soaked material, and my hard nipples are on full display.
“God I don’t know if I want you to leave this on or if I want to rip it off with my teeth,” he growls as he nibbles at my nipples making me whimper and writhe under the touch.
“This is my favorite matching set…”
“Then I won’t tear it apart,” he says. “I have enough access through the material anyways.”
