Page 131 of No Regrets

For once, Dex hadn’t objected, and she’d breathed a sigh of relief. The whole event had triggered her more than she realized but being here with him made her feel safe. Claire had visited and they talked through what happened with Dex sitting beside her, holding her hand.

Following the smell of the mouth-watering bacon, she headed to the kitchen. She stopped in the doorway, her heart skipping a beat. Dex had his back to her and stood at the stove. A plate of pancakes already sat on the island, along with orange juice. She couldn’t help but stare at him. He wore a pair of shorts, but he was shirtless and the muscles in his back flexed as he moved. The sight made her mouth water even more than the bacon. God, he was so damn sexy.

She walked up behind him and slid her arms around his waist, resting her cheek against his back.

“Good morning.”

He placed one hand over hers, squeezing it. “Good morning, beautiful.”

“Mmmm, smells good.”

“Who doesn’t like the smell of bacon?”

“Who says I was talking about the bacon.” She kissed his back.

He chuckled and turned slightly. She lifted her face, and he brushed his lips over hers.

“How are you feeling this morning?” The concern in his voice touched her. How the hell had she gotten so lucky to be in love with this man? They hadn’t made love again because she’d been dealing with nightmares, shock, and exhaustion. He hadn’t even tried to. Instead, he just held her at night and was there when the nightmares came.

“I slept right through last night, so feeling pretty good.” She studied his face. “He hit hard huh?” Dex’s face was bruised down one side, butterfly stitches above his eye.

“Yeah, he hit really hard.” He smoothed down her hair. “As you know.”

He traced a finger over her bruised cheek and smiled. That goddamn sexy smile sent heat pulsating through her body. God, she loved him.

He kissed her, so gentle, tender, loving. Splaying her hands against his chest, she groaned at the feel of his rock-hard body. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed up against him, feeling his erection against her belly. Deepening the kiss, he let out a low growl of appreciation before releasing her mouth.

“I think the bacon’s burning. Hungry?”

She reached behind him and turned off the hob. “Starving.”

Kissing him, she stroked her hands along his spine, making her intentions clear about what she was hungry for.

“Are you sure?” He broke the kiss. “Because if we go any further, I’m not sure I’m going to be able to stop.”

“I’m sure. I want this. I want you. Now.”

Kelly gasped, when despite his injured shoulder, Dex lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist. His cock was rock hard against her sex as he backed her against the wall. One big strong hand gripped her hip as the other moved under her t-shirt, seeking her breast. At the feel of his rough hand massaging her, Kelly dug her nails into his back, unable to hold back a moan of pleasure.

“I didn’t mean what I said. If you need me to stop, if it’s too much, say so.” He breathed in her ear.

“What I need, is for you to stop talking.”

DEX STOPPED TALKING and made use of his mouth in multiple ways to bring her pleasure multiple times before he let himself go.

“I think breakfast is cold,” she murmured. He smiled and kissed her shoulder.

“You mean you’re still hungry?” His hands stroked down her back. They were still in the kitchen, having used the island instead of a bed.

“I’m starving, but for actual food now.”

He laughed and stood up, withdrawing out of her. Taking her face between his hands, he gave her a slow, gentle, tender kiss.

“I love you, Kelly.”

“I love you too.”

“Move in with me.” He hadn’t known he was going to ask her; just knew he never wanted her to leave. He wanted to go to sleep next to her and wake up with her every day.

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