Page 4 of Hot Man

Dax is speaking, but I don’t register the words he’s saying. Instead, my mind runs rampant with what I could do to him. He used his hands on me, so I know that’s an option. I’ve also seen… videos. I know that I could use my mouth. It doesn’t look too difficult.

I want to do anything I can to win him over. As much as I don’t want him to know that I’ve been watching him from afar – and sometimes up close – for years, I’m deathly afraid of the truth slipping out. I need to give him every reason to keep me around in case that ever happens.

“You’ve been quiet for the last few minutes.” Dax’s voice breaks me out of my trance. I tear my eyes away from the sizable bulge in his pants and blush furiously when he smirks – I’ve been caught. “Impatient?”

I giggle, looking away from him and fixing my eyes on the route that’s now familiar to me. We’re not far from Dax’s house. When we get there, I’ll need to act surprised, like it’s my first time seeing the place. Impatient isn’t exactly the word I’d use for how I’m feeling. I’m awash with excitement and nervousness.

“Don’t worry,” he assures me with a squeeze. “We’ll be there soon.”

“Right,” I say, putting my hand over his.

In a flash, he flips his hand over, threading our fingers together. That motion tells me that everything’s going to be okay. I might not know what I’m doing, and I might have been stalking him, but for the next few hours, everything will be fine.

I’ll worry about the details later.

For the next few minutes, we ride in comfortable silence. There’s a promise of something more heavy in the air. Dax’s thumb rubs steady circles against my skin, and that tiny bit of contact alone makes me wet. I squeeze my thighs together, anticipation building as we enter his neighborhood.

As soon as he pulls into the driveway, he throws the car into park and pulls me into a heated kiss. It seemed like he was holding himself together fairly well, but the way he kisses me tells me that his restraint is something to be admired. I’ve never felt more wanted in my entire life.

I can barely keep up with the movement of his mouth. He kisses me like he’s drowning and I’m the oxygen he craves. I’m lightheaded, and Dax is stealing all the air from my lungs. If I had any more to give him, I would. I’d give him my entire life. In a way, I feel like I already have.

Without breaking the kiss, he releases my seat belt buckle, then his. We pull apart just long enough for the fabric restraints to retract. Then we’re back on one another, this time with nothing between us.

His hands roam my body, caressing my neck and shoulders. I can’t help the shudder of desire that escapes my lips, and I feel him smirk in response. Apparently, he’s pleased with the reactions that he’s able to coax from me.

All at once, I realize that when he was asking me to be quiet earlier, it was for my own sake. Hewantsto hear me. Now that we’re at his place, away from the public eye and the threat of my boss finding us, I don’t have to be concerned about my noise level.

So, when he threads his fingers into the soft hairs at the nape of my neck, I don’t bother to try to suppress the embarrassing sound that comes from my throat.

The effect it has on him is immediately evident. Dax pulls me even closer, and I end up halfway between my seat and his, my legs at a funny angle in order to keep myself upright. He’s practically devouring my mouth. I can barely maintain my balance, and I end up bracing myself on his thighs, my fingertips digging into the muscle hidden just beneath the denim.

Even through a layer of thick fabric, I can feel how strong he is. Not only is he exceptionally tall, he’s all raw strength. I wonder what it would feel like to have that strength used on me. He could pick me up without breaking a sweat, and if he wanted to hold me down, I’d have no hope of getting away. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I think that knowledge should scare me, but it doesn’t. I just get wetter at the thought of being manhandled by him.

I’m not sure what possesses me to do it – primal instinct maybe – but I start dragging my hands over his legs. I want to feel every part of him. I’ve watched and watched and watched, but I’ve never been so close to the man of my dreams. Now that he’s in front of me, kissing me like our lives depend on it, I can’t help but touch.

Eventually, curiosity gets the best of me. My touch drifts higher, gets even more insistent. I’m fascinated by the way he responds, the way his hips seem to twitch as if begging for the attention to be shifted higher. So, I give into what he’s asking for, groping the bulge in the front of his jeans.

“Oh fuck,” he curses, leaning away from me and groaning through his teeth. Beneath my palm, his cock twitches as if begging for more attention. “Inside. We need to get inside – now.”

Chapter Four

Dax

I practically pull Chloe into the house, moving so fast I should be embarrassed. I’ve never been this excited to get someone alone. But, in my defense, I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.

I haven’t had a serious girlfriend. I’ve always been too busy with work. Chloe makes me feel different, though. I’d make time for her. I’d do anything if it meant keeping her in my life.

On the way to my bedroom, I throw my bag into a corner. Chloe giggles, and it’s without a doubt the most beautiful noise I’ve ever heard in my life. I’m not the kind of man to tell jokes, but maybe I could learn a few just so I can hear her laugh as often as possible.

Somehow, I manage to get the two of us to my bedroom; but, when we get there, all of my self-restraint goes flying out the window. I need her, badly. And just holding her hand is nowhere near enough to quench my thirst.

As soon as I get the door closed, I spin us around and press Chloe against it. She gasps, and I lean in to catch her open mouth in a filthy kiss. She responds beautifully, her arms flying around my neck to pull her body against mine as she tilts her head to give me better access.

I take everything she’s willing to give me, licking into her mouth and tasting her sweetness again. Fuck, I don’t think I’m ever going to get tired of this. Despite her inexperience, this is still the best kiss I’ve ever had. I can’t wait to see how much better she gets with more practice.

As I’m still ravaging her mouth, I go for the button of her jeans. I need to get my hands on her most private parts again. I need to make her go crazy with desire. Now that we’re alone, I need to hear all of those delicious sounds that she makes just for me.

I shove her pants down and they pool around her ankles. As she kicks them off, her body jostles against me. I hold her steady, helping her maintain her balance so her mouth never has to leave mine.

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