Page 61 of Wicked Dix

“Hey, don’t. It’s good.” I attempt to snatch it back, but he draws it away from me and steals my fork.

As he cuts into it and takes a bite, I quickly reach for my black coffee and gulp it down, not caring that it burns my throat. I watch with amusement over the rim of my cup as he pulls a sickened face and grips onto the edge of the counter.

“Don’t they taste yummy?” I ask, nodding in encouragement.

Dixon looks at me like I’ve gone crazy. “I’m pretty certain I just became a diabetic,” he replies, scraping the contents of my plate into the trash.

I watch, trying not to laugh, but I can’t help but smirk. It’s so incredibly sweet he attempted to make me breakfast when it’s apparent he’s probably never made pancakes before.

“They weren’tthatbad,” I counter, defending his efforts. He halts from trashing the rest of his pancakes and turns to me, raising an eyebrow in complete dispute.

“Okay, they were a little sweet, but I loved that you tried…”

“To put you in a sugary coma?” he finishes for me. I bite my lip to contain my chuckles. “How about we get dressed and go out for some real food?”

I nod, my stomach rumbling in agreement. “What are we doing today? Besides eating?”

He runs a hand through his disheveled hair. “I thought we could take a drive. I have a few things planned over the next few days, so I don’t want to wear you out too quickly.” As soon as the words leave his lips, he appears to regret using that particular phrase. I noticed he wore the same look at the airport. But what he doesn’t realize is that I don’t mind.

Standing up, I finish my coffee and rinse my cup out in the sink. Dixon sneaks up behind me and wraps his hands around my waist. “You want to take a shower first?”

I nod and lean backward into his embrace. “I won’t be too long.” However, when he tightens his grip around me and lays a soft kiss over my shoulder, all thoughts of showering are gone.

Dixon reads my surrender and continues his kisses along the slope of my neck. I tilt my head to the side, allowing him complete access to my heated skin. When he takes my earlobe into his mouth, I whimper and feel my knees buckle beneath me. He slides a hand up my torso, only coming to a stop when he cups my left breast. I can’t help the tremor that passes through me.

“You better go take that shower,” he says, his fingers squeezing and fondling me. “Otherwise, you’re about to get very dirty.”

“Cleanliness is overrated,” I breathlessly reply, my heart pounding faster and faster.

Dixon spins me around and smashes his lips to mine. He fists my hair and holds me captive as he devours my mouth whole. We kiss like we’re starved—not for food but for each other. I get lost in the feel of his mouth and the hungry strokes of his tongue, and before long, I’m reaching between us to rub over the hard bulge pressing against me. He moans into my mouth, his erection getting harder and harder.

I want him like I’ve never wanted him before. So with quick fingers, I unsnap the top button of his jeans and drive my hand down his pants. We both grunt when I make contact with his flesh. He pumps his hips forward, encouraging me to move, so I do.

I remember him detailing what he likes, and I follow those precise instructions as I grip him in a firm hold and begin stroking up and down his hardened length. He throws his head back, small, aroused growls coming from his parted lips. His approval urges me on, and I increase the speed of my hand.

Literally having the power in my palm is a heady feeling, and my hormones suddenly take over as I drop to my knees and yank down his pants in one fluid motion. When I’m greeted with his arousal, I lick my lips, hardly believing how desperately I want to go down on him. How desperately I want to feel him inside me.

Just as I’m about to take my first taste, I hear the front door open and a female voice calling out to us. “Ciao. C’è qualcuno in casa? Sono la cameriera.”

I shriek and jump up, mortifed that whoever this is will walk in and find me on my knees about to go down on my very naked boyfriend.

“Sarò fuori in un minuto. Attendere prego,” Dixon shouts, quickly tucking himself into his jeans.

“Who is it?” I whisper, running to hide behind him.

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “It’s housekeeping.”

“Housekeeping? We don’t need housekeeping,” I state softly, still hiding.

“I know. I told the real estate agent that. Sorry, Madison.” He turns around to look at me and brushes his knuckle across my cheek. “I’ll get rid of her because her timing completely blows.”

I slip around to his front and cheekily whisper, “Unlike you.”

He looks like he’s about to choke on my sexually fueled comment. I don’t know where this show of confidence has come from, but I like it. He’s still staring at me like I have two heads when I say, “I’ll go take a shower then.”

He simply nods while I slip past him, loving the new me.

After a day of sightseeing around Tivoli, Dixon has taken me to a little restaurant in the hills. The venue is very intimate, and the small candles burning brightly on the tabletops and sweet Italian melody playing over the speakers add to the cozy vibe.

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