“I have a surprise for you,” Dax said as we walked up to the front door. “Just give me two minutes and then you can come in.”
“A surprise?” I frowned. “Dax, I—”
He put a finger over my lips. “Two minutes. I’ll be right back.”
He unlocked the door and went inside, closing it firmly behind him. I couldn’t imagine what he was up to, and I was hot and sweaty after a day in the pool and the sun. I desperately wanted a shower and a big glass of ice water. And sex. I hadn’t been able to get enough of him this week, and if I’d thought it was selfish as hell for me to be jumping him so often, I’d have been wrong because he was all in. He’d woken me at three o’clock this morning to make love, and we’d practically done it in our sleep. It was that good and natural between us.
It was as if we knew the sex we were having now was going to have to last us a long time. Or at least until December, which was still a long time for two people as horny as we were. I didn’t know where we would be with things in December, but I was as tired of thinking about it as I was of talking about it.
“Ready?” He opened the door a tiny bit and peeked out.
“What are you up to?” I asked, smiling as I walked through the door he’d swung open wide for me.
I took three steps into the foyer and froze.
He’d decorated the whole front room with candles and roses. It was a romance-lover’s fantasy, with multiple candles on every surface and a trail of roses leading to what appeared to be an ice bucket. There was a tray of something that looked like dessert on the coffee table, along with crystal wine glasses.
“What is this?” I whispered when I could finally process what I was seeing.
“This is what I want you to remember after you walk out that door tomorrow.”
“Dax.” Tears spilled from my eyes as I turned to throw myself at him. “Why are you so kind and special and good to me?”
“Because you’re kind and special and good for me.” He stroked my back with strong, warm fingers. “Please don’t cry. This was meant to be a special night, not to upset you.”
“But everything about this upsets me,” I whispered. “I don’t want to leave. I want our summer to go on forever, for us to forget about work and careers and families, and just be together.”
“I know, baby. I know.” He was still stroking my back, holding me tightly, as if he’d never let go. “But since we can’t, how about champagne and chocolate cannoli and sex?”
“Chocolate cannoli?” I sniffled and smiled at the same time. “You really know the way to a girl’s heart.”
“I try.”
“What if we moved this romantic scenario to the bathroom?” I asked, looking up at him. “We can bring the champagne and get in the tub together? I’m sunburnt and sweaty.”
“I like when we get sweaty,” he murmured, stepping away from me and opening the champagne bottle.
“No one says we can’t get sweaty again,” I said, accepting a glass.
“Amen to that.” He poured another and then took my hand, pulling me toward the bathroom.
I started running a bath and was about to pull off my clothes when Dax grabbed my hand.
“Let me,” was all he said.
I met his eyes and he slowly tugged my sundress over my head. I still had my bikini on underneath and his eyes raked across my body as he tossed the dress aside.
“You’re truly the most beautiful fucking woman I’ve ever known,” he said in a raspy voice.
“I think you’re a bit biased,” I whispered back. Watching the way he looked at me, made me a little weak in the knees. He always looked at me like I was literally the most gorgeous woman in the world, which was ridiculous, of course, but it still made me feel good. Giddy. Like a woman in love.
“This is your color,” he said, slowly untying the strap that went around my neck and held up the top of my bikini.
I watched his eyes as they followed the fabric. It slid down my chest slower than I would have thought it would, and my nipples hardened with anticipation as Dax merely watched them. And me. He reached out his hand and rubbed his thumb along the pebbles of my areola.
“So sensitive,” he murmured. “One of many things I love about your body.”
I continued to watch him as he dropped to his knees, one hand still on my breast, the other roaming to the strip of fabric on my hip. He leaned forward and grabbed it with his teeth, tugging it down a few inches and then pausing to do the same thing on the other side.
I was so hot and bothered, it wasn’t even funny, but he was stretching this out, nudging my bottoms down an inch at a time. My skin practically tingled at his touch, my chest rising and falling faster as I watched his dark head moving from side to side. He was so gorgeous, so strong and sexy, my insides were already coiling tightly with arousal.
“Dax…” I reached down to dig my fingers into his scalp, but he just chuckled and kept right on with what he was doing. He nuzzled my sex, and my legs moved apart slightly, inviting him in. The first stroke of his tongue made me moan and when he used his fingers to spread me open, I whimpered. He used the tip of his tongue to gently coax out my clit and then almost delicately toyed with it. He circled, backed off, and then dove in hungrily, flattening his tongue and covering
