Part of me expected Dex to have a smirk on his face, or something equally arrogant, but when I finally had the strength to look, his expression was dark and untethered. I smiled at him, drunk off my high and more sated than I ever could have asked for.

Yeah, I definitely didn’t give a crap about being proper or hiding what I felt for him, and he knew it when I grinned at him, kissing just to the side of his mouth right before I reached for his c**k and wrapped my fingers around it.

He brushed some of my hair back with loose fingers that kneaded my scalp. I pumped the long length and added a squeeze, squeezing on the pull down to the base. Dex made a sort of whimpering noise in his throat, his h*ps flexing just an inch when he leaned back into his hands. "You're doin' so f**kin' good, baby—squeeze—shit, squeeze me a little harder, honey. Just like that—yeah."

Dex's mouth dropped open, his eyes taking their fill of my fingers wrapped around his shaft. But I was busy looking at those two gold studs to the side of my palm.

"Can I touch it?" I asked him, eyeing the bar of his piercing.

Dex groaned, tilting his h*ps up with a huff. "Please."

I laughed just a little at his politeness. I smiled at him at the same time I lowered my head and licked the two small studs nestled in the neatly trimmed dark hair, the imposing length of his erection right by my face. I took my time exploring the studs of his piercing, timidly. “It doesn’t hurt?”

His eyes flashed something that could have been amusement but centered on something more gentle than that. Dex’s hand cupped my cheek again, the thumb sweeping over my bottom lip. “No, baby, it feels great.” I licked his thumb and he rolled his eyes. Those thick black eyelashes fanned down with a grunt.

I landed a kiss to the webbing between his index finger and thumb, and then dropped back down to his lap, letting the anxiety of what I was doing slip away, my mouth full of him. To my surprise, he didn’t buck his h*ps too much, instead letting me do what I wanted and settling for grinding his teeth together and fisting the sheets when he dropped down to his elbows.

I started sucking on him in a steady rhythm, pumping on the half of his c**k I couldn’t take in. Dex’s grunts grew louder until he was panting and jerking his hips, causing his piercing to hit the sides of my fingers.

“I’m gonna come,” he moaned. "Baby, squeeze me real hard. Oh yeah...fuck me... baby, jack me off on those pretty titties... please..."

Oh hell. Who was I to tell him no? I gripped him harder and slipped him out of my mouth with a sloppy suck, pumping the rock hard muscle and silky skin until he cried out and long white ribbons shot onto my chest over and over again.

Dex laid back on the bed, panting, his mouth parted while I kneeled in front of him trying to catch my own breath. "Fuckin' hell," he grumbled, sitting up after a moment.

His fingers reached out to touch the mess on my br**sts. He was gentle and deliberate with his ring and middle finger, smothering the warm, sticky liquid in circles over my ni**les.

"Christ, baby, you're the hottest thing I've ever seen," he murmured, glancing up at me through those long lashes as he finally dropped his hand away from my chest. He smiled almost shyly, threading his clean hand through my hair before slanting his mouth over mine. He kissed me and kissed me, his tongue stroking mine, over my teeth, everywhere.

He pulled away grudgingly after a long time with a deep breath. He sat back on his heels and reached for the boxers he'd thrown off the edge of the bed, using them to wipe off my chest, pulling down the hem of my shirt when he was done. Those bright blue eyes caught mine and Dex smiled again, that carefree, pleased grin that made the center of my chest ache. He reached out, wrapping an arm around my waist to bring our bellies together.

He was naked. His skin was warm and damp as he settled me up against his chest. Dex’s free hand brushed the hair back from my face right before he kissed my temple and forehead with a hum and a promise of familiarity. “You okay?"

Shyness overcame me and I nodded. "Oh yeah." I wasn't going to panic. Not at all. "Are you okay?"

"I think I busted three loads on you, honey, I'm more than okay," he said, kissing my cheek with a snicker. "Way more than okay."

It'd be a lie if I said that his admission didn't make me smile. "I—"

He moved his hand up so fluidly that I almost failed to see the red smears on his fingers. I wasn't so much of an idiot to not know that the red was blood. My blood. And then I blushed, feeling incredibly mortified. "Umm... you might want to wash your hands," I whispered.

Dex frowned and looked at the hand I wasn't talking about, quickly lifting the other one to inspect it. His eyebrows went up at a tortoise's pace as he flipped his palm up and down to look at what was on them. His lower lip dropped open. "Ah, Ritz, I...." His lips slammed shut, nostrils flaring as he swallowed loudly. "Baby, I popped your cherry?"

It was my turn to gulp. "I told you that I'd never slept with a guy." God, how mortifying. I shouldn't have said anything and just let him think I'd started my period or something. "You have really big fingers."

Oh lord. I was lame.

He blinked, once, twice, three times. "I guess I—fuck, babe. I wasn't thinkin' about it, I guess." His eyes went back to his bloodstained fingers. "I really popped your cherry?"

What a way to make me feel like a loser. What was a hymen supposed to be? Indestructible? "It isn't my period."

Dex groaned, long and low. He wiggled his fingers for a moment before crushing our bodies together. He placed a warm, wet kiss on my jaw. "You okay with that?"

He smelled so good. I nodded, letting the rough feel of his stubble scrape my cheek. I wasn’t going to go back on my decision. I’d take all of this with open arms. "Yeah."

The content rumble that flowed from his chest made me smile. "Good."

~ * ~ *

He sat across the kitchen bar with a bowl of cereal in one hand, spoon in the other, and those brilliant blue eyes on me constantly. It made me feel really self-conscious despite the fact I was fully dressed. He’d already seen me practically naked. Already had his fingers in places that made my neck hot. I shouldn’t feel self-conscious with clothes on, but I did.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked him carefully with my bowl covering the lower half of my face.

Dex’s gaze didn’t loosen in the slightest. “Because I’m wonderin’ what you taste like.”

It was a miracle I didn’t drop my spoon.

I don’t think that I took a single breath either, even after he gave me a devilish grin.

“I bet you’re delicious.”

Holy moly.

Dex was a dangerous guy, and it had nothing to do with his profession. Or his motorcycle hobbies, his criminal record, or the tattoos that marked half of his body. For all of his talents with his hands, he was a smart, observant guy who knew exactly what his words were capable of. And he had no issues wielding those powers viciously.

“And I bet when you come on my c**k later, your pretty little pu**y is going to suck me dry.”

The spoon clattered to the countertop in an apparent suicide.

Shit!

Why in the world had I talked him out of letting us shower together? Oh, right. Right. My arm. I hadn't told him about my stupid arm yet.