She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, levering her body into his. She rubbed on his erection straining at the front of his Levis. The soft flick of her tongue over his…hell, he didn’t know how long he could last.
“You’re like steel,” she whispered between deep passes of their mouths.
He rumbled a reply and lifted her. She wrapped her thighs around his hips as he took the quickest way to his apartment, via the inside set of stairs rather than going outside. Using his shoulder, he nudged open the door and kicked it shut behind them.
He met her stare. Close up, he saw all the desire burning in the depths of her eyes.
“Take me to bed, Dixon.”
He whirled to the door and pinned her to it, slamming his mouth over hers with an urgency she returned stroke for stroke. The frenzy hit, and she shoved at the leather cut he wore, letting it drop to the floor. He sucked on the column of her neck and palmed one breast.
Then he whirled away from the door and strode through the small living space to his bedroom. His knees hit the bed. He lay her gently to the mattress and followed her down. Braced on his arms, he studied her beautiful face and the way her plump lips begged for more of his kisses.
Odd how he felt he stood at a fork in the road, and this moment would join the two paths. The two halves of him.
“Fiona,” he rasped.
“I know. I feel it too, Dixon. Let’s not talk right now—kiss me.” She leaned upward and captured his lips. He moaned as she took control, stripping off his shirt and angling her head to deepen the kiss.
The sweet scent of lavender permeated his senses. “You used your soap.”
“Mmm-hmm. I could smell it here in your place too, when you opened the door.” She went for his belt buckle, her movements quick and sure. He stayed her hand.
“Baby girl, we got all night. I want to use every second.”
Her eyes were two pools of longing as he stripped her. Every inch he bared he tasted with his lips, tongue and teeth until she writhed underneath him. When he removed her panties and spotted her juice-wet slit, he couldn’t restrain his wild growl.
For a long heartbeat, he stared at her, drinking her in.
“Touch me, Dixon. I need you to make me feel good. Make me feel safe.”
Everything flooded in. How he could have lost her tonight, if that gun had been aimed at her. Dropping his head to her breasts, he issued a shaky breath. “I should have been there.”
She brought her hands up to clasp his head to her. “You were helping the people I love.”
“Well, you’re the one I love.” His words brushed across the curve of her breast. She went dead still.
He moved to lock her in his gaze. “I mean it, baby girl.”
Her throat worked. Then she whispered, “Show me.”
Chapter Seven
No matter how much Fiona tried to distance herself from this man, somehow he’d edged into her life. And hearing him confess his love melted away the last of her resistance.
She shivered as his stare traced paths over her skin. Each caress of his hands left behind a brand bearing his initials. The liquid desire in her belly spread like flames licking along her limbs.
Her nipples tightened into aching beads, and her thighs were sticky with her arousal. Dixon shed his boots, socks and jeans but kept his boxers on as he began to tease her with tiny kisses. Starting at her lips, he moved to the point of her chin and spread the caresses along her collarbones. He kissed a path down one arm to her fingertips. She curled them into his lips, burning with a fever of desire as he nibbled each tip before turning to the other hand.
When he reached her ribs, down the flat of her stomach, her breaths hitched. Then he settled his thumb over her pussy folds and dragged it slowly upward. Fraction by fraction, he undid her, smearing her juices over her needy flesh as he reached her clit.
She cried out, and his touch flitted away, moving again. This time when he dragged his thumb upward, he spread her for him. Pressing her outer lips aside, he made room for his questing fingers. God, she needed him to fill her up. To fuck her until she didn’t know her own name. Trembling, she gripped the sheets into twisted knots as he teased her entrance with his fingertip.
He dipped it to the first knuckle and then retreated. Her pussy soaked him, and he gathered her droplets up and smoothed them over her seam again. The next pass of his finger, he sank to the second knuckle, stretching her even more around his thick digit. She burned and thrashed on the mattress.
“Please, baby,” she rasped.
He locked her down in his stare as he sank his finger deep. She cried out. Then he added his thumb to her clit, grinding it into her body. She jolted her hips off the bed in the rhythm of his thrusts. When he lowered himself between her thighs and clasped her clit between his hard lips, she gave herself up to the bliss.
His heated tongue stroked and swirled. He fucked her deep with two fingers. When he added a third, she never felt so full, so turned on…so…
Heat clawed her insides. She twisted her head as the sensation stole her control. He withdrew the thick wedge of his fingers from her pussy and then thrust them back in with a command her body couldn’t ignore.
She bucked into his mouth, fucking his lips, tongue and fingers. Looking down her body, she locked gazes with him. That was all it took to hurl her over the ledge. Juices drenched his fingers. She screamed his name. Lightning bolts fired through her system as he took her to the brink and let her come crashing down into his safehold.
“That’s it, baby girl. So fucking perfect.” He mouthed her pussy, collecting her flavors on his tongue.
She watched the most erotic sight she’d ever seen in her life until that heat built in her core once more. Her pussy clenched on air.
If the man wouldn’t give her what she wanted, well, she’d just have to take it for herself.
Grabbing his shoulders, she yanked him up her body. Of course he was so solid she never could move him without his help, but she’d take it. He hovered over her, eyes smoldering.
He moved in for a kiss, but she shoved his chest, rolling him into the mattress. She threw her thigh over him, anchoring her slick, still throbbing pussy to his lower abs. The steel against her flesh proved too much, and she rubbed on him.
“Fuck yeah,” he ground out.
She leaned in and kissed him. Tasting herself and pure man. She wanted to taste all of him.
Moving downward, she learned the feel of pecs, chest, washboard abs. As she licked her way to what she wanted most, she hooked her fingers into his boxers and pulled them down. His cock sprang free.
“Baby girl.” His throat clicked on a swallow. “I can’t—”
She took his thick length in hand and guided it to her mouth. Rubbing the velvety tip over her lips, she watched a vein in his neck pulse as he battled to hold off.
She slid her fingers down his length as she followed with her mouth, sinking over him as far as she could before he hit the base of her throat.
“Look at me.”
She flashed her eyes at him.
“Fuck, seeing your mouth full of my cock—” His hips jerked upward, and she took that as her cue to suck.
Bobbing her mouth downward, she took him even further before easing up, dragging her tongue along the veined, straining length. When she reached the tip, she swirled her tongue through his juices at the slit and then opened wider and took him in again.