Meet Cute Page 38

He removes my shoes and then the hose before slipping my feet back into the heels one at a time. He trails his fingers lightly up the outside of my legs and breathes out a groan. “You didn’t buy these on your shopping trip with my sister, did you?”

“No. I made a special trip.” My panties are sheer with black lace accents, and also a thong, which Dax soon discovers when he cups my ass.

His gaze flips up to mine, teeth sinking into his full bottom lip. “Turn around for me, baby.”

I do as he asks and wait a few very long seconds before I peek over my shoulder. His expression makes my sometimes shaky body confidence soar. It’s not always easy to be a short, curvy, dark-haired woman living in a Barbie world, but Dax has a way of making me feel beautiful.

“Fuck, Kailyn.”

“You like them, then?”

I jump when his palms settle on my hips and his lips press against my right butt cheek, followed by his teeth when he bites down. “I love them.”

He slips his finger under the thin strip of fabric connecting the waistband. A wave of goose bumps flashes over my skin as he drags his knuckle along the divide.

“Can I tell you something that might make me sound like a complete dick?”

“If you want to risk it, go ahead.”

He chuckles and spins me around, resting his chin just below my navel. “When I came to your office to review the trust, I fantasized about shoving your skirt up just like this and fucking you on your desk.”

Heat blossoms low in my tummy. “And was that the time you were checking for panty lines?”

“One of them. If it helps, I felt bad for objectifying you, especially when it was clear you weren’t much of a fan.”

“I was always a fan, Dax, I just thought you were a jerk.”

“I can make up for that. I’ll start my penance right here.” He kisses a path along the edge of my panties from my hip to the apex of my thighs. Lifting his gaze, he parts his lips, tongue pressing against me through the fabric.

I suck in a breath and latch on to his hair. A moment later he slips one finger under the edge, barely brushing my clit. In a smooth surge he rises, mouth suddenly on mine as he shifts my panties to the side and slides two fingers into me. I grip his shoulders, disoriented as he spins me around, and find myself laid out on the couch.

“You know what else I need?” Dax kneels between my legs.

“To get me naked?”

“Definitely, but more than that I need to see you come. It really is my favorite thing in the whole world.”

“So no pressure or anything?” I laugh, but I’m actually nervous. Last night I was focused on the feel of him inside me when I came. I don’t think that’s his plan now.

He doesn’t answer, just drags my panties down my legs, pulls me to the edge of the couch, and drops his head. I roll my hips as his mouth moves against me, his deep groans and the sweet sting of his teeth pushing me closer to the edge.

I press my palm to my lips, a moan caught in my throat. Dax replaces his mouth with his fingers, thumb circling my clit while he strokes the spot inside that sets my whole body on fire.

“That’s it, right there. That’s the thing you do that drives me insane.” He rises up, hooking my leg under his arm, spreading me wider as he braces his palm on the back of the couch.

“What thing?” I ask. Fingers still at my lips, I bite one, whimpering with his next curl inside me.

“What you’re doing right now. When you cover your mouth or bite your knuckle. It’s just so fucking sexy, like you’re shocked you can feel this good and you’re trying to stay in control.”

“That’s because I am,” I whisper.

“Shocked or trying to stay in control?”

“Both.”

“Why shocked?”

The next finger flutter is hard and fast. I swivel my hips and turn my face into my shoulder, my orgasm almost within reach.

“Look at me, Kailyn. Why?”

“Because no one’s ever made me feel out of control except for you.”

He crushes his mouth to mine as I come, waves of pleasure making my body jerk and tremble. He gets as far as unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants when his phone rings. I cry out as he rubs the head of his erection over my sensitive clit.

The ringing doesn’t stop, though, so I glance at the lit-up screen. “It’s Emme.”

“Fuck.” Dax’s head drops to my chest and he fists my bunched skirt with a shaking hand. “Fuck. I have to answer.”

“I know. Get it before it goes to voicemail.” I scramble to right myself and grab the phone from the table, bringing it to his ear. He turns his head away and clears his throat into his shoulder before he speaks. “Hey, kiddo! How’s it going?” He sits back on his knees, and his eyes roll up as he tucks himself into his pants. “Oh yeah? You’re having a good time, then? You did what?” His eyebrows lift, and then he frowns as I push my skirt over my hips. “Oh, really? I’m glad to hear you wore a helmet. Yeah. She’s actually here with me right now. Of course you can talk to her.”

Dax holds out the phone, exhaling a deep breath as I take it from him. “Hey, Em, are you having fun this weekend?”

She tells me all about her zip-lining experience, and says they’re going to see a movie later and that some boy named Clark has already asked if she’ll hang out with him at the dance.

“How about you? Are you having fun?” Emme asks.

“It’s a pretty boring conference.” Dax rests his forehead on my knee and I run my fingers through his hair. “But at least I have Dax to keep me company.”

“Yeah. He’s fun sometimes. Okay, well, I should probably go, we’re going out for lunch soon. Marnie’s mom wants to talk to Dax for a minute. Will I see you soon?”

“Definitely, we’ll make a plan.”

“Awesome.”

I pass the phone back to Dax, and he okays whatever plans they have before he ends the call and tosses the phone on the coffee table. “Is it bad that I’m enjoying not being a parent this weekend?”

I give him a sympathetic, reassuring smile. “It makes you human. You’re allowed to miss your freedom, especially when it was taken from you so unexpectedly.”

“That’s exactly it, isn’t it? It’s a lot of responsibility, and the people who would normally help me through it are gone.”

“You’re handling it well.”

“I don’t want to talk about this right now. I only have another twenty-four hours with no responsibilities to get in the way.” He picks me up and carries me to the bed, his mouth on mine, hard and demanding this time. The sex is the same.

Half an hour later I’m stretched out along Dax’s side, one leg thrown over his, while his fingers trail gently up and down my arm. His phone rings from across the room and he sighs heavily.

“I can check to see who it is, if you want.” I push up and roll off the bed, not waiting for his reply. We can’t ignore phone calls when someone else is in charge of Emme’s care.

The caller ID comes up as his work. “It’s someone from your firm. Do you want to take it?”

“Yeah. I probably should.”

I rush the phone over and he answers before it goes to voicemail. It’s already four in the afternoon, we’ve missed the panel we were planning to attend, and I’m sure the opportunity for drinks with former classmates has passed. Dinner is in a couple of hours, and it might be good to go down to the hotel bar and be social for a while, even if the idea isn’t all that appealing. And I don’t want that gorgeous dress to go to waste.

Before I have a chance to make a move, Dax sits up and grabs my wrist. At my questioning look he shakes his head and presses the phone to his chest. “Don’t get dressed yet,” he whispers.

I climb back up on the bed, still naked just like he is. The conversation lasts about ten minutes, during which time I grab his laptop so he can make notes about a case he needs to follow up on when he’s in the office on Monday.

“Sorry about that,” he says after he ends the call, tossing his phone on the nightstand. He closes the laptop and moves it as well. “I don’t know what the point of that was. It could’ve waited until Monday.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah. Freeman is still getting used to the fact that I can’t work ninety hours a week. He forgets that people have lives on the weekend and we don’t all work twenty-four hours a day seven days a week.”

I swallow down the lump in my throat. “Have you given any more thought to the possibility of switching firms?”

“It’s starting to look a lot more desirable. I can’t keep these hours up, and my priorities have changed. As much as I want partner, I think you’re right about waiting on that, at least until Emme’s more settled and so am I. And money isn’t a driving force like it used to be.”

“Well, I’m sure the salary would be comparable at Whitman. I think you have to do whatever is going to make life easier.”

“It’s obviously an excellent firm, since Beverly was smart enough to snatch you up right out of law school.” He grabs me by the waist and rolls on top of me, fitting himself between my thighs. “I’d get to see you every day if I switched to your firm, wouldn’t I?”

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