Page 11 of Break: Vol. 2

He inhaled and then breathed out. “Only if you want to,” he finally answered. Which meant he did. I bit my lip.

It wasn’t like I hadn’t already met Taylor’s parents. And Cody’s. Darren’s … were … well, there was a reason he didn’t go home much. But Dex’s … I just didn’t know if they would like me. I wasn’t from a rich family. I wasn’t the most fashionable. I wasn’t … a lot of things. Things that they probably expected me to be. Dex, on the other hand—I glanced back up at him as he watched me, curious. If he thought the world of me then I should at least give it a shot, right?

“Okay,” I said, forcing the tension from my shoulders as I blew out a breath.

“Okay?” he repeated.

I nodded. “I’ll meet her. If you want me to … well, we're already here. I lifted my arms and let them flop back down. "There's no running away. I guess … I mean we might as well, right?"

Dex’s mouth stretched into a smile and he leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to my lips. “Thank you, Baby.”

“You’re lucky I love you,” I muttered.

“That I am,” he said, opening his mouth to lick my lower lip. “That I am.”

Chapter 6

My brain went hazy as Dex slanted his lips over mine and devoured me. I shuddered in his arms, and he reached down, lifting me up high on his chest. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held on for dear life as he turned and carried me to the only empty bedroom left. The door slammed shut behind us, but I didn’t get a chance to tear myself away from him and take in the rest of the room before I was falling and landing onto a soft cushioned surface as Dex dropped me onto the bed.

I bounced once, my chest heaving as I watched him reach back over his shoulder with one hand, grip the fabric of his shirt, and rip it up and over his head, dropping it to the floor. I licked my lips as his roped stomach was revealed.

“Clothes,” he demanded. “Off. Now.”

I let my fingers play at the hem of my sundress. “Don’t we have—”

Dex didn’t let me finish. He leaned down and grabbed the small two-inch slit in the side of the dress and ripped it clear up to my waist. I gaped down at the torn fabric.

“Dex!” I hissed. "I just bought this!"

“When I say take off your fucking clothes,” he growled, crawling onto the bed, and crouching down over me, “I mean it.”

“Dex, shouldn’t we be—”

Dex’s hands found the back zipper of my dress, and he yanked it down. I could feel it pull tight and threaten to rip as well. “Get it off, or I will completely ruin this thing,” he said.

“You kind of already did that,” I muttered as I wiggled and struggled out of the torn garment.

“Turn over,” Dex ordered.

The way his voice dipped low sent shivers down my spine, and I was weak. We probably should have been unpacking, making reservations, and plans … but when he dropped his voice like that, I was helpless to resist. I turned over, sliding to my hands and knees in only my bra and underwear. We were on vacation anyway. There was nowhere we specifically had to be. Our exams were over and this was a time to relax. What better way to do that than to do … this.

“That’s it, Baby,” he said, his voice growing hoarse with lust. “God, you’re beautiful.”

A sharp spank came down on my left asscheek and I gasped. The sting settled in, turning to heat. I arched my back, letting my eyes slide closed. Dex’s hand snaked up my spine, pausing over the back clip of my bra. He released it and the straps slid down my arms. I shoved them away and over the side of the bed as quickly as I could before Dex’s hand returned to my skin.

I loved the way he touched me. I loved the way he loved me.

“I want you, Baby,” he whispered in my ear as he bent over me, the rough denim of his jeans rubbing against the tender skin of the back of my thighs. It was strange to be completely naked and to feel denim rasping against my asscheeks, but at the same time, it was a huge turn on. I only hoped it wouldn't be around forever because, with the way things were going, I wanted Dex to fuck me sooner rather than later.

I shivered at the thought and then breathed a sigh of relief as the sound of his zipper ricocheted around the room. His hands slid into the band of my thong and lowered it to my knees. My breath caught in my throat as goosebumps rose along my arms. His fingers rubbed circles against the skin just under my asscheeks. Dex’s body moved away, but a moment later, I felt his breath against my core.

“Fuck!” I half-screamed as his mouth descended. My legs jerked but were pinned together by my panties still wrapped around my knees. His lips touched my pussy, his tongue flicked out and slid up my opening, spearing into the wetness there. I groaned, loud, low, and long as he ravaged me, shaking and shuddering in his arms as his hands gripped my ass. I cursed as he sucked my clit between his lips. The closer I got, the more my vision wavered. My fingers clutched the bedsheets. My mouth dropped open. He—

Stopped.

He fucking stopped.

What the fuck?

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