I’ll never forget those piercing blue eyes and thick dark hair.
I haven’t seen him in five years. The years have been very good to him. In fact, he seems to have gotten even sexier with age.
Dex.
I’ve had a crush on Dex for as long as I can remember. A silly, childhood crush. He was the local bad boy, but to me he was always sweet and patient.
He nods his head at me, a slight imperceptible move. He starts to walk towards me, taking me in from head to toe. When he grins and reaches out his hand to me without a word, I don’t think. I take it. He pulls me into his body for a hug. I lay my cheek against the cold leather of his jacket and smile.
“Long time no see,” I say, breaking the silence. I inhale deeply, taking in his scent. Something that I will never admit to another person.
“Look at you, all grown up,” he says in a low husky voice that gives me shivers. My body is on the curvy side. I have smallish br**sts and a narrow waist but flared hips and solid thighs. And a huge ass. The way he is staring at me lets me know he likes what he sees.
A heck of a lot.
And it makes me feel good. Confident.
“I could say the same,” I reply breathlessly, boldly checking him out. Is that an eight pack under there? I let my hands wander over his stomach, trying to feel what’s under there.
He laughs. “Like what you see, do you?”
I step away from him, nibbling on my bottom lip.
I’ve always liked what I’ve seen with him. “I’m surprised you recognized me.”
He grazes his teeth over his lower lip. “It was the hair, dead giveaway.”
I swallow hard. “Oh.”
Very articulate Faye.
“Who are you here with?” he asks, eyes darting to the bar. “Not that it matters.”
“No one,” I reply, shrugging my shoulders a little sheepishly.
He gives me a slow spreading devilish smile. “Good. Want to get out of here?”
My eyes flare. “You just got here.”
“Yeah, but now I’ve found what I’m looking for,” he says, squeezing my hand gently.
Do I want to go with him? With the way he’s looking at me, I know what he wants.
My gaze lowers to his lips. I’d really like a taste of them. Fuck the consequences. I don’t owe Eric anything anymore. I’m a single woman. And I find myself wanting him, badly.
Don’t regret anything that makes you happy.
“Okay,” I reply on a shaky breath.
“You sure?” he asks, rubbing his hand down my arm. “’Cuz I want you pretty f**kin’ bad right now.”
I shiver at both his gravelly tone and his admission.
“Trust me, I’m sure,” I say with more confidence in my tone. The feeling is mutual.
He leans down and kisses me, catching me off guard. At the first taste of his lips, a moan escapes me. He pulls back before I want him to.
“Get on babe,” he demands.
“I’ve never been on a bike before,” I admit.
His answering smile makes my pulse race. “You’ll be fine, just hold onto me.”
I watch as he pulls off his leather jacket. “Here,” he says, putting it on my shoulders. “You’ll freeze otherwise.”
I slide my arms into the sleeves and zip it up. He looks at me in his jacket, an almost possessive look flashing in his eyes. Did I just imagine that? It’s probably my wishful thinking.
After putting a helmet on, I get on the back of his bike, wrapping my arms around his stomach. I can feel his taut, rock hard abs properly now under his thin t-shirt. Definitely an eight pack.
I’m in ab heaven!
We ride for about half an hour, finally pulling up to a hotel. Spending all that time pressed against him has left me achy… and wanting. Never once in my life did I think I’d have a chance with Dex. I’d locked him away in my ‘never going to happen’ fantasies, but here I was. And I was going to make the most of it.
As we walk inside, I realize something.
“My car…”
I just left it there, completely captivated by Dex. I didn’t even think.
“I’ll handle it,” he says, in a low husky voice. “Just give me the keys.”
“Okay,” I reply, my voice cracking a little. He checks us into a room and holds my hand until we get to the door. He unlocks it with a swipe of a card, then gestures for me to enter. I walk in and take in the room. It’s spacious, with a king bed, couch, and a TV. It’s a nice room, not a cheap one. I’d know, since my mother only stays in the best of the best whenever we go on family holidays.
“Come here,” he says, sitting on the bed and pulling off his shirt. I do as instructed, going to sit next to him.
“You sure you want this?” he asks, running his finger along my jawline. Goosebumps appear on my skin just from that touch.
“I’m sure,” I tell him, shifting on the bed. He nods once, a thoughtful look on his handsome face, then he taps his hands on his lap. Before I know what I’m doing, I sit on his lap, straddling him. When he kisses me, I don’t stop him. He feels too good, smells too good, and I want to forget.
More than that, I want a taste of this man.
We both stand, and he strips off my clothes slowly, taking his time.
“Your body is f**kin’ amazing, you know that?” he whispers as he stares at me completely naked.
“I’m glad you approve,” I reply with a smirk. The way he’s staring at me right now… I don’t think I’ve ever felt so beautiful in my life.