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I thought about what else I could do to protect Toby. Cameras would be good. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to sneak any into his house, and it was probably a little forward to ask to watch him on camera, but I could certainly place them outside. Motion sensors too. With my hearing, I probably didn’t need cameras in the house anyway—I heard most things unless we were on opposite sides of our houses and he was talking quietly.
So maybe a camera somewhere in his bedroom would be a good idea. Or maybe I should just start staying over. Although I thought humans had rules about things like that. It was rather frustrating.
I would not allow the dream vision I’d had the other day to become a reality. Toby would not be kidnapped by some psycho stalker. I was the only psycho stalker he needed in his life.
I realized that was a bit unhinged, but oh well. He had the protection of a hellhound, whether he wanted it or not.
Chapter 11
Toby
Icontinued forwarding the emails to Dex, more than a little giddy that he seemed to be taking control of the situation. Was it a little bit romance novel damsel in distress? Yes, it totally was, and I didn’t give a damn. If Sexy Neighbor was going to take charge, I would happily be a damsel in distress. Except for the damsel part, obviously. Dude in distress? Gentleman in jeopardy? Mister in misery?
Whatever. The point was I felt about a thousand times better with Dex here. I’d been in a spiral of panic, feeling totally hopeless. Iknewthe police couldn’t do much, and I knew everything was probably fine, but my anxiety had gotten the best of me, and I’d felt isolated and alone and scared.
Then Dex showed up, all knight in shining armor. Or serial killer in black clothes. The point was that he made me feel safe. I knew I was overtired and stressed and probably imagining him being all growly and eye-glowy too, but he totally reminded me of a bad-ass MC who would save the day.
Yes, I knew life wasn’t a romance novel. I mean, mostly it wasn’t. Romance stories really did happen in real life. Art imitated life and all that.
I finished sending the last email, determinedlynotrereading them as I forwarded them. I looked up, and Dex seemed deep in thought. Should I offer him something? Thank him for his help? Beg him to ravage me over the kitchen island? Where did we go from here?
I had no fucking clue. Despite being a writer, I was really pretty bad at peopling. I gave a sigh, and that seemed to shake Dex out of his thoughts.
“I’ll do my best to take care of this for you, Toby. Try not to worry,” he said, stalking over towards me.
I was sitting on the kitchen island stool, and he looked down at me and was so damn close. And hot. Fuck.
It was like he sensed my thoughts, because he gave a little smirk, and then he was leaning down, and I was closing my eyes and leaning up, and thank fuck his lips pressed against mine.
My hands found their way to his chest, and he was fuckinghot. Like, actually hot. The man was a furnace, but I barely had time to think about that before his arms wrapped around me and his tongue lightly traced my lips. I opened up, and his tongue gently pressed against mine.
I hated when guys just shoved it in there. Like full tongue sliding down your throat and just hanging out there, and what the hell were you supposed to do with that? Suck on it? Like was kissing only a prelude to a blow job for guys like that? Who needed a dead fish of a tongue flopping around in their mouth? It was awkward as fuck.
Dexdid notkiss like that. His tongue gently teased at mine until I was pressing closer and grabbing onto his shirt. Our tongues were flirting, his lips were soft, and it was just fuckingfunkissing him. He pressed forward into the kiss then eased back at intervals. Half the time I felt like chasing him, and half the time I felt like he was about to devour me.
It was hot as hell. In every sense of the word. My dick perked up, ready to get involved in the action, and when he pressed closer to me, I spread my legs without thought. The stool put his sexy as fuck abs level with my dick, and I couldn’t help the groan that escaped me as he pressed against me.
I felt his mouth smile against mine, and he kissed my neck, gently nibbling at it, and I could only groan and press into him. Fuck, this man fried every fucking sense I had. I shamelessly rubbed against his abs, and his hard dick pressed against my hip, so I moved my leg up and down to rub his dick. He groaned into my neck, giving a sharp little bite that made me gasp.
I thought I might come in my pants, which was embarrassing but also so fucking hot.
I wanted this man naked and in my bed. Holy fuck, did I.
“Dex,” I moaned out, and he gentled his nipping, easing back slightly.
I mewled in disappointment. I couldn’t help it. I wanted him pressed up against me again, his heat searing me.
He leaned his forehead against mine, his eyes closed, and we both took a minute to catch our breaths.
He finally opened his eyes and pulled back. “I won’t take advantage of you when you’re scared and upset, but we aren’t done, ok?” he asked.
I nodded. I really wanted him to take advantage of me—like please, please take all the advantage that he wanted. But fuck if it wasn’t cute that he also wanted me to be sure and not all emotional and shit.
“Ok. If you promise,” I mumbled, and I knew I sounded petulant, but I didn’t care.
He chuckled, pecking me on the lips. “Oh, I promise. I want to get things started in taking care of this issue, though. I don’t want you in danger, Toby.”
“Me either,” I mumbled as he backed away. I slid off the stool, knowing he was about to make his exit.
