Page 47 of Daring to Love You
“He’s a piece of shit,” she mumbled, shocking Lynix, and he couldn’t stop himself from laughing. “I am such a fool. I hate I ever dated that jerk.” She suddenly looked worn out, like she might collapse from exhaustion.
Lynix reached for her hand. “Come with me.” He guided her to the living room, and after he sat on the sofa, he pulled her onto his lap.
“This might not be a good idea,” she mumbled but didn’t try to get out of his hold.
Lynix leaned back, and she fell against his chest.
“I’m glad you went out with Rodney,” he said, and she jerked her head up and glared at him.
“Why would you say that?”
Lynix brought her hand to his mouth and kissed the inside of her scented wrist. “Because it’s true. I’m glad you dated the asshole. That way, you’ll have something to compare him to. I know we’re pretending to be in a relationship,” he said, the lie sounding bitter on his tongue because he was one hundred percent in. She was his even if she didn’t realize it yet. “But Dee, I’m going to show you that there is nothing wrong with you, and Rodney is a fool for ever letting you go.”
Lynix might’ve promised to keep his mouth and hands to himself tonight, but she needed some reassurance. She needed to experience just how damn irresistible she was to him. If he couldn’t have all of her yet, he was going to at least kiss the hell out of her.
He leaned her back slightly and cradled her in his arms before his mouth covered hers. Pure sweetness. His lips moved over hers, devouring their softness and loving the way Dorian kissed him back with a fervor that rivaled the kiss from the other day.
The kiss might’ve started tender and light, but he pulled her closer and deepened the connection. His little hellcat, with the erotic sounds she was making with every lap of their tongues, was making it impossible for him to think straight. She felt so damn good in his arms but having her rubbed up against his erection was wreaking havoc on his entire body.
He wanted her. He wanted her more than he’d ever wanted another woman in his life, and it was killing him knowing he should slow things down.
Dorian suddenly pulled away, catching him off guard, but then she repositioned herself and was now straddling him.
Lynix cursed under his breath. His brain screamed this was a bad idea, but his dick, which was as hard as stone, was saying something totally different. Yeah, this was happening. He only had so much control, and when it came to this woman, he basically had none.
Dorian gasped when he stood with her in his arms and carried her to the guest room. Onyx ran to the door, but Lynix closed it, not needing an audience. The door to the nursery was closed, and thankfully, Dorian had already put one of the baby monitors in the guestroom. They’d be able to listen out for the twins.
He laid her on the bed and climbed on next to her, pulling her body against his.
Don’t rush this,he thought. She was sometimes skittish around him but not tonight. She hadn’t said anything about no kissing or touching, and he planned to take full advantage.
Lowering his head, he scattered kisses along her jawline, down her long, graceful neck, and then to her shoulder. Her perfume was intoxicating as his lips grazed the pulsing hollow at the base of her neck.
As he moved his mouth along her scented skin, Lynix’s hand slid down her side and slowly eased her dress up. When his hand made contact with her soft, smooth, thigh, he groaned. He might’ve wanted to go slow, but he couldn’t wait to see and feel every inch of her gorgeous body.
Dorian’s small hand cupped his cheek and slowed his exploration. He lifted his head and moved back to her sweet lips. Nipping at the lower one, then the top one before covering her mouth with his. Her arms went around his neck, and the kiss grew more demanding as her curvy body rubbed against him.
He was getting harder with each passing second and had a burning desire, and an aching need to kiss and touch her everywhere.
Yep, his woman was too irresistible.
He cradled her close as he continued kissing while his hand cupped her firm ass, and he squeezed, kneading her soft flesh. She would soon learn this so-called fake relationship was as real as it got for him. No way was he letting her go. It was too late—he was a goner. She owned his heart whether she knew it or not.
As he continued loving on her mouth, he took advantage of her short dress being bunched around her upper thighs. It gave him easy access to what lay beneath. His hand explored her body until he reached the apex between her thighs.
Yessss, he was right where he wanted to be.
When he cupped her mound, Dorian moaned and started rotating her hips. Lynix knew what she wanted, and he was just the man to get things started. Her lace panties were already soaked, and when he slid a finger between her slick folds, he was the one moaning.
“Damn, I love that you’re wet for me.”
And she was tight, which he also loved and slid another digit inside of her.
Dorian ripped her mouth from his and whimpered. Her nails dug into his arms when he began stroking her nice and slow at first. As he increased the pace, she rode his hand hard, her movements getting jerkier as she bucked against him.
“Lynix,” she whispered and followed it with a groan.
“You like that?”
