Dax (The Player Book 2)

by Nana Malone

  And he didn't want to screw this up. He pulled back and searched her gaze. "You are so beautiful. Do you even have any idea?"

  She ducked her head, and even in the moonlight, he could see her soft flush. "You make me feel that way."

  "Well, it's easy because it's true." He kissed her again and she slipped her hands inside his jacket and around his waist. Just a light touch from her was enough to elicit a shiver. He was not going to make it if a simple touch was enough to have him begging. The wind blew strands of her hair into their faces with the slight chill.

  Asha pulled back. "I have heard that body heat is the best way to stay warm in cold weather."

  Dax couldn't breathe. Body heat. Oh, man. He would kill to have her hands on him.

  But they were in a parking lot. Yes, they were hidden by the tall shrubs. But still. "We should go. You know get inside somewhere."

  Asha shook her head. "You know, I've never made out in a car before."

  Made out in—? He couldn't help the smile tugging at his lips. "Is that so?"

  She nodded with a wide-eyed innocence that made him want to laugh. "I always wondered what it would be like. The possibility of getting caught. Even I have to admit, it's a little sexy."

  Dick, meet steel. Yeah, she was going to kill him. She rocked her hips into him and popped the top button. "Asha, anyone could come out." Was that his voice? Why did he sound so strangled? Probably because all his blood was rushing to his dick right now.

  "I know. I just want you to—"

  Fuck it, he was tired of trying to be so well behaved. When he kissed her again, he was less controlled. More desperate. Pouring every ounce of need into the kiss.

  His tongue slid over hers as he licked into her mouth. And he demanded that she respond to him, demanded that she meet his need with her own. He wasn't disappointed.

  She clutched the front of his shirt and tugged him close. When she popped another button to slide her fingertips over the exposed flesh, he was more than ready to show her every dirty fantasy he'd ever had about her.

  With every sexy mewling sound she made, she popped another button, until his shirt hung open. Asha dragged her lips from his to look at him, and Dax tried desperately to catch his breath. Tried to find some kind of even ground, following the emotional free-fall of kissing her.

  Asha stared at him for a long moment before tracing her fingertips over his abs. When she licked her lips he would have sworn he could come just from watching that.

  "Dax?"

  "Mmm?" He'd find real words later. Much later.

  "I want you to touch me."

  "My pleasure." Dax pressed her into the door of the car as he kissed her again. His hand bracketed her ribs, his thumbs tracing over the fabric of her dress. When he reached the underside of her breasts, he could feel her holding her breath. Every sense went on red alert, his body so attuned to hers. Balancing precariously on the same frequency, waiting for that hum of pleasure and need to sync.

  When he traced his thumbs over her nipples her back bowed and she cried out his name. "Dax… Oh, God."

  "Yeah? Baby?" Fuck, he would give anything to always hear his name like that from her lips.

  "More, I want more."

  Shit. Swallowing hard, he traced circles on the stiff peaks as he angled to kiss along the column of her throat. She smelled so damn good. With her dress, it didn't take much for the fabric to give just enough to release her nipple. When his thumb came into contact with her soft flesh, he groaned. The tingling in his spine started to spread through his body, making him hum with need and lust, making it too hard to think. All he could see was this woman. All he could see was her and how she made him feel.

  He plucked the soft tip between his thumb and forefinger, and her nails dug into his chest and shoulder. "Dax, oh God."

  He bent his head to take the exposed tip into his mouth, and her hips jerked to meet his. Yeah, baby, your body knows what to do. You know what you want. He picked her up to position her better. Her dress bunched higher on her thighs as he made room for his bigger body. And then he ducked his head and sucked the raspberry-colored tip into his mouth. Damn, so sweet. So damn… His cock nestled into the juncture of her thighs, and he lost his damn mind. With a tight grip on her hips, he helped her find a rhythm as she ground onto his cock.

  Yes. Right there. Her heat rolled over the length of him. Even with the several layers of clothes between them, he could feel the searing fire of her core. Driving him mad with the tease, making him want everything from her.

  With a frustrated growl, he tugged the other side of her dress down and molded his hand to her full breast. Testing the weight, kneading her flesh. He was a leg man any day, but Asha's curves. Damn. She was converting him. He'd been dreaming for months of touching them. Sucking on them…fucking them. Fuck, the mental picture of his cock sliding back and forth between her tits had him shaking.

  When he released the one with a soft pop, she whimpered. "Easy baby, I'm an equal opportunity guy. I just want to kiss this one, too." As he took her other soft peak into his mouth to suckle, Asha dug her hands into his hair and held him tight.

  "Dax. I just…I-I want…"

  "Yes, tell me what you want. I'll give it to you," he whispered against her breast.

  "You. I want you. Inside me. I have to know. I've—it's been— I can't… I don't want to wait."

  "Asha." He groaned. "The first time we make love is not going to be in the parking lot at my brother's wedding. At the very least, we're going to be in a bed."

  "Dax…"

  "That's my condition, baby."

  "But I feel like I'm burning up."

  He nodded. "I know. Together we're…" He couldn't even find the right words. There weren't any.

  "I just need to feel…something," she whimpered.

  Ah, she needed more friction. Well, he could help her with that. "Mmm, you want me to touch you."

  All he could feel was the nod against his chest as she writhed in his arms.

  "Like the first night I kissed you. You liked that."

  "Y-yes."

  Dax swallowed hard. He could give her this. The problem was, if he touched her, he'd want to taste her, too. All over…to discover all the secret places on her body and make her scream his name. And he sure as hell didn't want to use just his fingers to touch her. He wanted to use his tongue, his dick. "Fuck. I want you so bad I might actually explode."

  "I want to touch you too, Dax."

  Hell. As if he needed that kind of encouragement. The thought of Asha's hand wrapped around his dick in the elevator. It made his damn legs shake. Dax hitched up her dress inch by inch, exposing more thigh. Her skin felt like the softest satin. He had to be gentle. He didn't want to leave marks on any of that perfect, pretty skin.

  When he reached the edge of her thong, he cursed low. The fabric was soaked. She was so wet. Already so ready. When he slipped his thumb under the elastic and over the baby-smooth skin, his eyes damn near crossed.

  "Jesus, Asha, did you wax? Was this for me?"

  He could feel her ragged breaths against his chest. "I assumed we'd be swimming as the weather was so nice, but then…I sort of hoped…maybe you'd want to kiss me again."

  "Keep hope alive. I know I have." He gently traced his thumb over her clit and she bucked arching her back into the car.

  "Dax? What are you doing to me?"

  "Me? You're the one who's been peeling away every layer of me, and laying a piece of yourself over my soul. I can't go to bed without dreaming of this. I can't wake up without wishing for this. A stolen second or two where I might be good enough for you." Their words gave way to gasps and hushed, muffled whispers, as he traced slow, lazy circles. He wanted her so wild she begged. He wanted all of this to be good for her. He should fix her dress, take her inside, say goodbye, and then take her to her hotel. Somewhere private. Where he could take his time. But he was powerless to stop touching her. Powerless to stop what was happening with them.

  "Y
ou've always been good enough. I just didn't know I could dare want this."

  As if there was a universe in existence where he would not want her. "All you have to do is tell me what you want. If I can give it to you, I will."

  She lifted her head and gazed up at him from under dark lashes. "I want to feel you."

  He frowned. "You are feeling me." To prove his point, he circled her clit again and she hummed. "See?"

  "No. I mean you. No clothes between us. I want to feel you moving against me. That night. In the hotel. And now it feels so good. I'm curious."

  "Jesus, Asha." He dropped his forehead to hers. "We need a bed. And condoms. I don't have any on me. Obviously, I didn't think this was ever happening. And I'm not taking you against the car. I'm just…not."

  "And I don't want you to. I just want to…play. To feel you, that's all."

  "And I will be coming inside of a second against these pretty soft lips. I'm not taking risks with you. We need condoms."

  "Dax, I've been on the pill since I went to college."

  "Asha—"

  "Please, Dax." She reached for his buckle. The clink of the metal on metal rang loud, so loud in the silence of the night. He held his breath when she undid the metal claps of his tuxedo pants and reached inside his boxers. Yes, God. Fucking yes. His cock jerked in her hands, ready and more than willing to do whatever the fuck she wanted. And screw what Dax had to say about it. Traitor.

  Her gaze didn't leave his as she freed him and guided him to where she needed him most.

  As soon as the head of his cock met the soft satin of her panties, he jerked. Pre-come oozed from his tip and Dax shook as he fought the orgasm. "Fuck," he grunted through gritted teeth.

  "I just want to feel. Please."

  Her voice in that soft, pleading tone was his undoing. Before his brain could assert what was right and wrong, his thumb hooked in her panties and dragged them aside, exposing her sweet center to the rigid length of him. Positioning himself just so, he slid along her petal-soft lips from root to tip.

  He growled, she hissed. But they clung to each other, locked in a world of their own making, where they played their private game and didn't give a fuck who might wander by a darkened corner of the parking lot.

  This was risky and dangerous. And just the sort of thing the old him would do. This was not Asha for damn sure, but the bliss of her softness was enough to make him not give a shit.

  The slow slide of his cock over her folds, then the drag of the tip over her clit. Slide. Drag. Slide…drag.

  Her head snapped up, and the next thing he knew her hips picked up the rotations, bringing her over him again and again. Her last motion had her lifting up just a hair, and gave brand-new-fucking-meaning to just the tip.

  And then she was coming. All wide, dark eyes, and teeth dragging over perfect, full lips. And nails digging into his shoulders… And she looked fucking amazing.

  It was when she focused her dark gaze on him and reached between them to stroke him that he lost all control of the reins, no matter how much he'd pretended to have them. As he came in her hand and over her satin smooth lips, he knew. Asha Wix, the innocent, had ruined him.

  Twenty

  It didn't occur to Asha to suggest they go back to her hotel until they were coasting up the long driveway to the large Coulter estate.

  "Oh, I thought we'd be going back to the hotel."

  Even though she'd only been inside once before, it struck her as strangely quiet. Of course, the rest of the family was still at the wedding, but there had been others moving about the house—a cook and a housemaid or two, if she remembered correctly. But then, they probably had the day off—or at least would have gone home for the night by now.

  Dax left most of the lights off, as he led her up a set of stairs and down a hallway before ducking into a room and throwing the lights on with flair.

  "I didn't get to give you much of a tour last time, but this…is my old bedroom."

  "Funny how the tour starts here," she laughed.

  The space was smaller than she'd imagined. The thought was clear enough on her face for him to read it there.

  "Mom and Dad wanted us each to have our own rooms. So they opted for smaller, individual rooms rather than larger ones that had to be shared," he explained. "There're two bathrooms, one at each end of the hall."

  He reached behind her to close and lock the door, grinning at her. Asha giggled and dropped her wrap to the floor, before kicking off her heels. Dax had off his shoes, socks and jacket before she got her hands on him. He walked her backward to his bed, kissing her deep and tugging on the zipper of her dress.

  "Asha, I promise, next time, I'm going to take my time. Fucking hours, but right now, I need to be inside you. Quick."

  Her slick core contracted. She wrapped her arms around him, angling up to his neck. He groaned into her mouth, his erection hard and throbbing between them.

  She smiled against his lips, then squealed as he picked her up easily and tossed her in the center of the bed. Following, he took the fabric of her dress up, exposing flesh as he went. "I am going to burst, Asha. You have been driving me nuts since I picked you up."

  Even as he tugged off the rest of her dress, she begged him. "Dax, hurry."

  "I am. I'm just distracted by how pretty you are. So damn soft. I want to taste you. Can I?"

  Oh. Wow. She nodded even as she arched her back, and he rewarded her with a lick directly on her clit. Holy shit. Moist heat flooded her center before she could even enjoy the ride.

  But he wasn't done. With his big hands, he parted her thighs and growled low as he lapped at her. Lick, stroke, tease. Fuck her with his tongue. Tease her clit. Dax Coulter knew how to seduce.

  Asha tried to hold on for the ride. But the orgasm chased through every nerve ending, and threatened to engulf her. But then suddenly, when she stood on the precipice of bliss, he pulled back.

  "Dax, oh my God. So…close."

  His expression was harsh, ruined, brows down, eyes hooded, but vulnerable, bare, raw. "I know, but I want you coming again around my cock."

  They both tore at his clothes. She went for his shirt, he went for his buckle. But he got distracted, rubbing his hands up and down her thighs, fingers digging into her flesh as he sought to bring her closer. When her hand wrapped around the length of him, his eyes crossed and he squeezed them shut. "Fuck, that's so…good."

  "Are you sure? I don't really—"

  He wrapped his hand around her wrist. "Too good. I want to come all over your hands again. All over your tits, your ass, your pussy. I want to mark you again and again and again. But first, I want to make love to you, so you need to stop."

  Asha stilled her hand, but fascinated, rubbed her thumb over the head of his dick, like she'd done that first night as she teased and kissed him. She lingered, sucking on his lower lip.

  "You're such a cock tease, deliberately making me crazy."

  "I don't have any idea what I'm doing. I'm just doing what I've been curious about. I wanted to know if this would make you snap."

  Dax narrowed his eyes. He couldn't wait any longer. Dax reached into his bedside drawer and thanked God he still had condoms in there.

  As she continued to rub pre-come on the crown of his dick, he tore open the foil. Gently, he eased her hand off and she frowned. She'd wanted to…help. Making quick work of the condom, he lay between her legs, searching her gaze. "I do anything you don't like, you tell me immediately."

  "Dax. Just please— I need—"

  She was trusting him with this. Trusting him to take care of her. She loved him. Had loved him. And she wanted this to be his.

  As he rocked into her, Dax watched in amazement. Her eyes went wide as her silken, hot sheath tightened around him. But then she smiled.

  Dax pushed himself up on to his elbows so he could see her face. He wanted to watch her. Every expression. Every breath. When she wrapped her legs around his back, his cock slid deep, and he had to break the eye contact as he f
ought for control.

  Her nails dug into his shoulders and his back, and she made little gasping sounds in the back of her throat. But it was the one word that broke him. "More."

  Fuck. He picked up the pace, the sweet glide of coming home followed with the ache of retreat.

  Shit. Yes. So tight. So good. So… Oh, fuck he was going to come, and she hadn't come again. With a none-too-gentle tug, he yanked down her strapless bra, and dipped his head to suckle her dusky nipple. When she arched her back and slid her hands into his hair, tugging gently, he teased the sensitive flesh with his teeth.

  He registered the quiver first, then the way her nails scored his scalp. And then, of course, there was the low chant of his name. "Oh God, Dax. Please…Dax… Yes…there. Oh, God." And then she clamped around his cock like a vise, and she was flying.

  "Fuck, Asha." As he watched her and his release shuddered up his spine, he knew the truth. This was where he belonged.

  He held on to her tight, burying his face in her neck.

  "I'm never letting you go." Oh, fuck him. Had he just said that? He would run her off before they even got far.

  Her breath hitched and he waited, the burn of rejection starting in his feet, then working its way up.

  Asha pressed her forehead to his. Then in a quiet whisper said, “Good. I won't go."

  He lifted his head and searched her gaze. He saw it there. The vulnerability, the trust. And something else he couldn't identify.

  He kissed her then, long and deep, his arms tightening their hold and closing what little space there was between her bare breasts and his chest. She slid her arms around his neck, and snaked her fingers into his hair.

  She was his. Why did that knowledge simultaneously make him feel like a giant and also terrify him?

  She used her grasp on his hair to pull his head gently back and away from her. "You know this complicates things," she said.

  "I don't know," Dax said, as he slipped out of her and eased them down onto their sides, their bodies still a tangle of limbs. "It seems to me like it's the only thing that makes sense. We'll work it out. Right now, I'm going to enjoy holding you."