Page 92 of Rough and Rugged

He asks, “That’s why you left? You thought that?”

“The Sophie problem was yours to figure out and I didn’t want to be rejected.” He stands up and steps out of the room, closing the door but doesn’t walk away.

“How? You didn’t return my calls. Then you ran away to the woods and out of my arms. You didn’t even give me a chance to choose you. Pee, Monica.”

“I don’t have to go. I ran because I didn’t want to be left. I made that choice for you.”

The door whips open. “Then what do you want with me?” he yells.

“Really? Everything,“ I scream back.

There’s a stare and then he carries me to bed. “I can’t take it if you’re fucking with me. If I can have you, thatiseverything. Is that what you’re telling me? No more hiding in trees?“ he says.

“Fine, but you can’t avoid being a writer by chasing a woman who doesn’t deserve you.” He nods sharply. I plead. “Tell me you want me, only me.” I beat on my ripped open chest.

“I’ve only ever truly wanted you, SweeTart.” Not sweetheart, but SweeTart.

“I know you love them, but why are you calling me that?”

He grins. “It’s my favorite candy and taste.” He winks and says, “How are you feeling?” His sexy eyebrow is up, and my ankle is sore but ok. The bruises don’t matter right now. “I can make tea, or I can make you feel good? Little shot of dopamine for the pain,” Dax says as his lips feather over my ear.

I grip his shirt and nip his neck. Then I kiss where I gave him a tiny bite. He sets me onto the bed removing the scraps of my destroyed pajama bottoms. “Don’t make me resist you anymore.”

I breathe out his name like a prayer and the key to our survival. The storm, panic, pain and doubt get pushed away as I chase the lust in his eyes.

“Dax.”

He props my leg on a pillow and in doing so, he opens me up to him. He stares at me, and gently runs his hand up my good leg. I watch his fingers reverently touch me, and I shudder. His luminous blue eyes snap to mine, and he swings his head to take in my whole body. “Cold?”

“Overheated,” I say, biting my bottom lip.

He smirks and says, “Arms up.” I obey him and he removes the hoodie and shirt. My nipples are hard and peaked instantly, as he groans and licks between my breasts, settling me back down. I’m naked for him, the firelight dancing around us. He steps away and stokes the fire.

I graze my stomach lightly, and he watches the movement. “Talk to me,” I command.

He exhales, smiles, and removes his shirt. He’s more ripped than I remember.

He shakes his head at me. “SweeTart, I’ve said all I’m going to say for now. Except the reminder that you’re the one who took all this chemistry with you. Now that I have it back, I’m going to devour your pussy like a starving man, and you’re going to come like the naughty girl you are. Walking away was fucking stupid. My heart has always wanted you.”

“Just your heart?” I lean up as he crawls between my legs.

“Right now, my cock is in charge, and he wants to me to taste that tart candy you’ve got between your legs.” I open my mouth and he grips my pussy. “Shh. Time to come, Monica.” I love this part of Dax.

“I’ll hold back because you’re hurt. Know I want to rip you apart, then knit you back together with pleasure.” As he nips and kisses up my good leg, his fingers circling me and dragging my wetness to my clit. I tremble again as he hovers near my slit. “Fuck, you smell perfect and you’re glistening for me.”

He growls against my skin, “Fucking unleash me. Let me have you.”

“You’ve always had me. You just didn’t notice.”

Chapter Seven

Dax

Iswipemytonguearound her clit and groan at that first taste. I climb up her body and take her lips. Our kiss is a fury pushing the thoughts of frost aside. I moan into her mouth and she smiles against mine. “Fuck.” My tongue slips into her mouth and over her tongue. We thrash and crush our lips together as we attempt to get more. There will never be enough.

“Yes,” is all I say as my hands float down her body and settle on the sides of her breasts while I conquer her mouth. I caress her in small tight circles around the edges of her nipple. I want her feral for me. We twist and turn to try and get closer to each other, swallowing each other down. She moans as I inch toward her peaked nipples.

“Touch me.”

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