Page 43 of Digging Deeper

“Yes.” I nod and turn away from his intensity.

Drix surprises me by standing up, using his cane to move across the room, and stand in front of me. Using his free hand, he taps the bottom of my chin so I’ll tilt my head up and gaze into his eyes as he asks, “Are you alright?”

I swallow hard. “Yeah. Fine.”

He scrutinizes my face, then his brow furrows a little and he whispers, “Why are you so sad?”

What a loaded question. That I’m not going anywhere near. “I’m not; I’m perfectly happy.” I shoot him a grin.

He huffs out a breath, looking disappointed, before he moves over to the bench press, waving at it. “I’ll spot you.”

“Alright.” I take a sip of my water and wipe the sweat off the back of my neck before settling on the bench press. This is my favoriteandmy least favorite part of our workout routine. My favorite because he spots me by leaning against the wall near my head so his hands are free, but it puts his crotch right in front of my face. His shorts do nothing to hide his length, and it’s impossible not to watch and want a taste. And my least favorite because his freaking dick is in my face and I can’t stop staring at it, but I can’t reach out and touch it. Or pull down his pants and suck him into my mouth. Or—nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. No more fantasies about Drix’s cock. Just… no.

I’m always half-hard while we’re doing this one because even when it’s his turn, his face is near my dick, and I wish he’d open up that mouth of his and—nope!

After we’re done with the worst kind of torture, he moves over to the mat. Since I started helping him with extra exercises here at home, I follow him.

“You wanna do a couple squats before we sit down?” I ask.

He nods, so I move in front of him and grab his free hand, and once he lets go of his cane, I grab his other hand as well. I put my feet in front of his to stop him from slipping, and he lowers himself down a little bit, then back up to work his quads.

After his third one, he stares at me funny again, so I say, “I’m not going to let you fall.”

He snorts. “I know that. You really think I’d do this with you if I didn’t think you could hold me up?”

I grin at that. “If you keep building all that muscle, it won’t be long before I can’t. You’re, like, huge and muscly already.”

His grin grows for a second before he stands up straight. Because of the way our feet are, this puts him entirely too close to my face. Like I could probably pucker my lips without moving and still wind up kissing him.God, I really want him to kiss me.

“You ready to sit down?” I whisper so I don’t tempt myself further. Why the hell do I keep finding myself so close to him? And why the hell does he have to be so sexy?

“Sure.”

I help him sit on the floor, then I sit beside him, trying to shake off all the one-sided sexual tension. I can’t even imagine what he’d say if he knew all the dirty thoughts that go through my head every time I’m around him. He’d probably kick me out in a heartbeat.

Trying to shake it off, I crawl over to my water bottle and take a few big gulps, facing away from Drix to give myself a reprieve from him for a moment. My ass is probably in his face, but I don’t care because I just need to breathe. After a few more large sips, I set the water down, then scoot backward without looking behind me because I can’t see his face right now. Not when I can’t stop thinking about kissing him.

When I finally sit on my butt, I realize I’m way too close to Drix, and I laugh, muttering, “Sorry.”

Before I can scoot away, Drix grabs my shoulder to stop me, so I finally face him again. His sapphire eyes are dark, his pupils blown, his gaze intense. So intense that I can’t focus on anything else. I don’t even see his hand move until he’s touching my cheek. His eyes are searching, and I don’t know what he’s looking for, but he must find it because the next thing I know, his lips are on mine in a barely-there kiss.

I’m so shocked that I don’t move at first, but then the kiss registers in my mind and I surge forward, pressing hard against him, making a surge of fire rushes through me. His lips are like a live wire sparking against my own. He groans and grabs the back of my head as he runs his tongue along my lips. I open and meet his tongue with my own, and it’s like lightning shoots through me.

He moans and pushes me backward until I’m flat on my back with him on his side, his upper body pressing into me. His hand trails down my throat and chest, and a small whimper falls from my lips.

Is this really happening? Is Drix really kissing me? Am I dreaming?

“What’s wrong?” he whispers against my lips.

I open my eyes to stare into his and say, “You’re kissing me.”

His brow creases. “Is that not okay?”

I open my mouth, snap it shut. Some of my fears surge forward, telling me to stop, telling me that I’ll only get hurt again, but when I look into his eyes, I know I can trust him. So I whisper, “Definitely okay.”

With a gentle look on his face, his eyes scan me, then he slowly covers my mouth with his, and when his fingers sneak under the bottom of my shirt and skim across my skin, another whimper escapes me. He feels so good, tastes like heaven. He feels so wonderful against me, I know I could easily become addicted to this.

His tongue brushes gentle strokes against mine, almost teasingly before he devours my mouth like he possesses it, then he pulls back and starts again. The feeling is intoxicating. He owns my mouth, he owns me in this moment, and I couldn’t be happier about it.

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