chapter Twenty-Eight
Once again, doubt flitted through Dex’s mind. Honey looked tired. Was she just doing this for him? Because he hadn’t mentioned going to sleep? He was terrified of asking her to do something she didn’t want to do. He’d hate her to say yes just to please him. And he hated himself for being worried about it, but he didn’t know how to get over this hurdle.
She stroked his cheek. “What’s the matter?”
He shook his head. “You look tired. Do you want to just go to sleep? We’ve got the rest of our lives to explore each other.”
She studied him and pursed her lips. “Dexter Concannon, you finally get me into bed and all you want to do is sleep?”
He opened his mouth to reply, but couldn’t think what to say to that.
Her eyes twinkled. “If I don’t have you at least twice more before we doze off, I’ll be very disappointed.”
He smiled, but still couldn’t shake the fear that Cathryn had lodged at the back of his mind. Fury filled him. She was spoiling the moment without even being there. What kind of power did she have over him?
Honey brushed her thumb across his lips. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Of course,” he said, helplessness and despair washing over him.
“Did you think I got upset over the things Cathryn said because she scared me?”
Puzzled at the question, he thought about it. “Maybe,” he concluded. “I wouldn’t want you to think that we had to do all those—”
She pressed her thumb to his lips, halting his words. “I wasn’t scared,” she said softly. “I was jealous. Overwhelmingly, passionately jealous. Enraged. Infuriated.”
He blinked. “Oh.”
She moved a little closer to him and hooked her leg over his hips. “You see,” she continued huskily, “I’m absolutely crazy about you. I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you. But I don’t just want a little piece of you—I want a hundred percent. I want everything.”
He had no more love and affection left to give but, wanting to please her, he said, “Okay.”
She brushed her lips against his. “I need you to know—everything that you’ve ever done with another woman, to another woman, I want you to do to me.”
Her words made him inhale in shock. He lifted his head to stare at her.
“And I’m not just saying that,” she murmured. “Ian and I—we were black and white compared to the Technicolor I know you and I could have together. I want passion, Dex. Desire. I don’t know how to describe it because I’ve never had it before, but that’s where you come in. I want you to show me everything. I want you as many times as we can manage it, in every position, everywhere in the house, every which way you like. I want to fill your mind with memories of me, and only me. I want us to have good, loving sex, and bad, wicked sex.” Her eyes glittered in the moonlight. “A hundred percent, Dex, no holding back. Do you understand?”
Their eyes met and held for a long, long moment.
Then he slid his hand down to her butt, lifted her to change position, and pressed himself slowly into her. She closed her eyes and groaned as he filled her up.
“That’s a very dangerous comment considering you have no idea how wicked I am,” he murmured, kissing her cheek, her eyelids, and finally down to her mouth as he began to move inside her.
“I think I can guess some of the things you’d enjoy,” she whispered back, moving with him.
“Oh?” Hunger flooded him for this sensual, beautiful woman, but he kept a tight rein on it for the moment, nuzzling her ear and kissing around her jaw to her mouth. “Like what?”
She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. “Like tying me up.” She opened her eyes to look at him.
He held her tightly against him, turned her onto her back and moved on top of her. “But then you’d be at my mercy,” he murmured, pushing deeply into her.
“Oh God, yes.” She arched against him.
He took her hands in his and pinned them above her head. “You like the sound of that?”
“Mm.” She moved her hips, encouraging him to thrust harder.
He kissed her, deliberately slowing his pace. “But then I could do anything I wanted to you, and you’d be powerless to stop me.”
“Ooh, you know how to turn me on.”
He chuckled and dropped his head to her breast briefly to brush his tongue over her nipple. “What else is going on in your naughty little mind?”
She squirmed beneath him. “I don’t know. Maybe I could…um…” She whispered a suggestion in his ear.
He lifted his head and stared at her. “Honey!”
She giggled. “What?”
He started laughing. “You little minx. I never knew you had it in you.”
She kissed him. “So now you know, what are you going to do about it?”
He pushed deeper into her, love and desire filling him. “I’m going to make love to you until we’re both exhausted and can’t keep our eyes open. And then I want to cover your body with kisses, to get to know every inch of your soft skin.” He kissed her. “I want to make you come with my mouth, to taste your sweetness. And then I’ll make love to you again, until you’re dreaming about me, until you can’t think of anything or anyone else.”
“Oh yes. Yes, please.”
“I love you, Honeysuckle Summers.”
“I love you too.”
And he did as he’d promised, taking her to the dizzy heights of ecstasy before starting all over again, loving her until the moon sank in the sky and the rays of the early morning sun flooded the room with light.