Page 42 of Daring to Love You
She jerked back. Chest heaving, mind whirling, she placed her hand on her mouth and couldn’t look at Lynix. She’d messed up. She tried to scurry off his lap, but he held her in place.
“I’m sorry. Let me up,” she mumbled, still trying to pull away, but Lynix held on to her.
What the heck had gotten into her? This was fake. They were not a couple, and they sure as hell shouldn’t have been dry humping each other.
“Dee, slow down and listen to me,” he said, his voice gravelly, yet calm as his chest heaved and he fastened her bra with practice ease.
Still breathing hard, she shook her head. “Lynix, I’m sorry. That shouldn’t have happened. I didn’t mean to…”
“Shhh, sweetheart. Just stop,” he whispered, and suddenly she deflated and fell against his hard chest.
Lynix’s heart was pounding loudly against her ear, and she was glad to know she wasn’t the only one worked up.
“Why are you apologizing?” he asked as he rubbed her back. “You didn’t do anything that I didn’t want us to do. I should be the one apologizing. I broke yourno kissingrule.”
Dorian snort laughed. “Like you were really planning to stick to that rule.”
A laugh rumbled inside his chest, the sound soothing against her ear.
“I was going to try. At least for a while,” he said, still laughing.
Releasing a long breath, Dorian settled into him as he held her in the safety of his big, strong arms, and her eyes drifted closed.
This was nice. She was still straddling his lap, and though he was still semi-erect and pressed against her, it didn’t freak her out. If anything, it made her want to grind against him again. Instead, she remained still and soaked up the comfort that came with the way Lynix held her.
He placed a kiss on top of her head. “I’m not going to lie, Dee. If you hadn’t stopped us, I don’t know if I could’ve. You feel too perfect in my arms, and that kiss…” He shook his head, and his words drifted off.
“You’re so tempting,” she mumbled, hating to admit she’d lost control. Something she had never done with a man before, but Lynix wasn’t just any man. He was different from anyone she’d ever met. “Maybe when we’re alone together, we stick with our rules for this arrangement.”
“Umm, you meanyourrules? Because if it were left up to me, we’d do whatever came naturally. And sweetheart, that kiss and the way you were grinding on top of me was definitely natural.”
Dorian didn’t respond. He was right. It had felt natural. Actually, everything about her alone times with Lynix felt perfect, and that was a problem. A big problem.
Chapter Nineteen
Standing in her brother and sister-in-law’s kitchen, Dorian unloaded the groceries she brought with her. Hopefully, she hadn’t forgotten anything, but considering how well stocked their refrigerator was, she should be fine.
Finally, she’d get to cook for Lynix. Though she would’ve preferred to be at her apartment, where she knew where everything was, it probably wouldn’t have been a good idea. At least at her brother’s house, babysitting the twins, there’d be less temptation for her and Lynix to pick up where they’d left off at his place the other day.
She trembled at the memory of them kissing, moaning, and grinding against each other. The moment had been hot, and the feelings ignited—scorching. At least until they came to their senses. If they—or she—was going to survive this charade they were putting on for their families, she was going to have to catch herself before she got carried away with him like that again.
“What’s that?”
Dorian startled at the sound of Zion’s voice and whipped around to find him standing just inside the kitchen. She held up the large, covered container that she was getting ready to place inside the refrigerator.
“Sirloin steaks that I have marinating. Lynix is stopping by to spend time with the babies, and I promised to cook dinner for him.”
She quickly turned away from her brother. Lynix might’ve talked to him about themdating,but Dorian hadn’t. She knew there’d be questions, and she needed to be convincing when responding.
The main issue she had with Lynix’s plan of fake dating was deceiving their families. Lynix didn’t seem concerned about the deception when it came to his parents, who she’d be meeting next weekend. They agreed to only pretend to date for a couple of months, but the guilt of lying to everyone was gnawing on her nerves.
Zion leaned his hip against the counter and folded his arms across his chest. “How’s it going with you and Lynix?”
Dorian set the last item on the counter and started folding her reusable bags. “It’s going well. I know I’ve given him a hard time over the years, but he’s actually a nice guy.”
Zion grunted. “That’s one way to describe him.”
Dorian finally gave him her attention. “Does that mean you don’t think it’s a good idea for us to date?”
