Page 8 of Dax (Big Hot Alphas 1)

He answerswithin seconds of me knocking on his door, a frown turning down his mouth.

“Jesus, Bailey,” he says, pulling me inside. “You’re soaked.”

“You told me to come over tonight,” I say, laughing as I wipe water from my cheeks. I look down at the mess I’m making. “Oh, shit. Sorry. I’m dripping everywhere.”

“Stay here,” he says. He disappears for a few seconds, then comes back with a bath towel and some folded-up clothing. “This stuff’s going to be massive on you, but here. Bathroom’s just down the hall.”

I thank him, take the clothes from him, and quickly pad down to the bathroom, feeling horrible about the mess I’m making of his beautiful home. In the bathroom, I peel off my wet clothes and hang them up, dry off with the towel, and put on the dry clothes he gave me—which turns out to be a t-shirt and a pair of boxers.

Yep. He’s right. The clothesaremassive on me—even with hips as big as mine. But I don’t even care. I love the way his clothes feel against my bare skin.

When I emerge from the bathroom, he’s got the rainwater all cleaned up from the floor. I hear movement in another room and walk through the house to find him in the kitchen pouring hot water into a mug.

“Thanks for the change of clothes,” I say. “I hung up my stuff over the tub.”

Dax nods and hands over a mug of hot tea. He gives me a once-over as I take it. “Not a bad look on you.”

“Yeah?” I say, grinning. “Think I could start a new trend?”

He laughs. “Come on. Let’s go sit.”

We go into his living room and settle down on the couch; I swoon a little when he wraps a blanket around me. God, do I ever want him to hold me in those huge arms of his.

“You good?” Dax asks. “Warm enough, I mean?”

“I am. Thank you.” I take a sip of tea, then set the mug down on the nearby coffee table. When I look at Dax again, his eyes are deeply focused on me.

“I’ve thought about you so much these past few weeks, Bailey,” he says.

My heart throbs. “I’ve thought about you a lot, too, Dax.”

“I’ve never connected with anyone like I have with you.”

“Me either.”

“And that kiss…” he says.

“Yeah. Thatkiss.”

He grins. “Exactly.”

We study each other for a few heated seconds. Then he moves toward me, and I move toward him, and when we kiss, the magic we experienced the first time happens all over again.

Instantly, my body aches like crazy for him.

When his hand slides up my thigh, it’s like electricity sparks every place he touches me. Dax’s caress reaches my breast and I moan softly into his mouth. Slowly, he rubs his thumb over my pebbled nipple.

Oh, God. I want him. Ineedhim.

Above us, the rain keeps pounding down on the roof.

Dax pulls me onto his lap as we continue to kiss. His hard-on strains against me, the huge size of it sending a vibration to my core.

I know I shouldn’t be shocked. He’s a huge dude; ofcoursehe’s going to have a huge cock.

But actually feeling it beneath me, and thinking of all that thickness and length actually being inside of me…

I’m so wet at the mere thought of it.

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