WalkingSin (14 page)

Dax chuckled as a guilty blush turned her
cheeks pink. “I only gave him a few bites.”

“You gave him half the meat on your plate.”

“He was hungry.”

“Did he tell you that?”

That cute little nose of hers went up an
inch. “I could tell.”

It took all his willpower not to laugh.
“You’re a dog psychic?”

“Oh hush.”

She stood and gathered up her dirty dishes.
Grinning, Dax gathered up his too and followed her. “I just want to make sure I
understand what you’re telling me.”

After setting her dishes in the sink, she
turned to him, one hand on her hip. “Are you purposely being a jerk?”

Setting his dishes on the countertop, he
gave her his best little-boy grin. “Yeah.”

She laughed, which Dax wanted her to do.
“I’m really good at being a jerk. Ask anyone in town.”

“I’ll take your word for it.” She turned on
the water and rinsed her plate. “Bring me the rest of the stuff from the table
and I’ll load the dishwasher.”

“You don’t have to do that.” He turned off
the water and took her hand. “Come with me. I want to show you something.”

“Wait! My hands are wet.”

He waited long enough for her to grab a
paper towel before he led her from the kitchen to his office. After she’d
settled in the chair where she’d sat last night, he pressed the keyboard’s
spacebar to wake up his computer.

“I took more pictures for Mom this morning,
so came home at lunch and downloaded all the pictures I’ve taken the last
couple of days. I have some great ones of Alaina and Emma that should make you
smile.” He opened his photo program. “These are the raw pictures without any
kind of adjusting. I usually tweak them a little before I send them to Mom.”

He highlighted a picture of Emma and
pressed the spacebar to enlarge it. She looked up at something above her head,
intense concentration spread over her face. Kelcey leaned closer to the
monitor. “What’s she looking at?”

“She was watching Jerry and Dusty working
like hell to get the roof finished before the rain started.”

“Did they?”

“Yeah, but barely, since the rain got here
quicker than we expected.” He brought up another picture of Alaina and Emma
laughing. “I took this after Alaina fired a nail gun for the first time. I wish
I’d caught Alaina’s expression when she pressed the trigger, but I walked in
after she’d already done it.”

Kelcey giggled. “I’m surprised Alaina
hadn’t already used one in the B-and-B.”

“She refused to. Said it scared her. I
guess she figured if Emma could do it, so could she.”

“I’ll let them play with tools. I’ll stick
to the office stuff.”

Dax chuckled. “You’re probably wise.” He
scrolled down the page to the next picture he wanted to show her. “Now this
picture I like a lot.”

He pressed the spacebar. Kelcey’s smiling
face filled the screen. He watched her as she studied her image. Surprise
filled her eyes, her lips parted. Her expression clearly said she didn’t
believe she could be the lovely lady on the screen.

“This is the one I took when I told you to
smile for me.”

“You did something to it,” she said, still
staring at herself. “I’m not that pretty.”

“I did nothing to it, and you’re definitely
that pretty. Why would you think you aren’t?”

She switched her gaze to him. “Look who
I’ve lived with the last four years. Emma is stunning and oozes sex appeal. And
Alaina is so gorgeous with that voluptuous body and long auburn hair.”

“Emma and Alaina are both beautiful
ladies.” He reached over and ran one fingertip down her cheek. “That doesn’t
mean you aren’t too.”

She snorted out a laugh, which he thought
very cute. “I’m not beautiful, Dax. I know that.”

“There are all levels of beauty, Kelcey. Maybe
your looks don’t kick a guy in the gut like Emma, or you don’t have all the
curves Alaina has. That doesn’t mean you aren’t lovely.” He tilted up her face,
his thumb slowly rubbing her chin. “You have the most incredible blue eyes.
They make a guy feel as if you can look all the way into his soul.”

He saw her throat work as she swallowed.

“You have beautiful blonde hair and a
creamy complexion. You’re tall and slim with gentle curves. So your breasts
aren’t as big as Alaina’s. Not every guy wants a gal with double Ds.”

“Do you?”

Dax shook his head. “Breast size doesn’t
matter to me. I love them, I’ll admit that. I love touching them, squeezing
them.” His gaze dropped to her chest. “Licking and sucking the nipples.”

He looked back into her eyes, which now
almost glowed with heat. “I didn’t pay nearly enough attention to your breasts
last night.”

“You didn’t?” Her voice came out in a husky
whisper.

“No.” Still staring into her eyes, he let
his fingers drift down her neck to the top button of her blouse. “There are a
lot of things I didn’t do last night that I want to do.”

“Like what?”

He released the top button. “Sucking your
nipples.”

“What else?”

He liked the breathless tone in her voice.
Another button slipped from the buttonhole. “Trying some different positions.”

“Wh-what kind of positions?”

“I have a fantasy about you in the shower.”
Leaning forward, he dropped a kiss between her breasts. Her little gasp
traveled straight to his cock. Dax rolled his chair closer to hers, slipped one
arm around her waist while he released another button. “I think about soap suds
sliding down your wet skin.” The last button slipped through its hole. He
spread her blouse open as he kissed the sensitive spot below her ear. “I think
about pressing you up against the shower wall and hooking your legs over my
arms.” Pulling back a few inches, he looked into her eyes. “Can you imagine
what happens next?”

“I think so.”

“Would you like to see if your imagination
matches mine?”

She nodded.

Dax covered her lips with his, pouring all
the desire he felt into the kiss. Holding her neck, he tilted his head and
deepened the kiss, sweeping his tongue across her lips. Her lips softened
beneath his, parted to allow him entrance. Dax accepted her offer, his tongue
darting into her mouth to glide against hers.

She melted against him. Lips parting wider,
she clutched his T-shirt in her fists and returned his kiss as if she wanted to
absorb him right into her body.

That worked for him.

He needed more…more kisses, more caresses,
more of her body against his. He needed to be buried so deep inside her, he
wouldn’t be able to tell they were two separate people.

“I want you,” he whispered in her ear.

She pulled back and looked into his face.
Her hand trembled as she touched his lips. “I want you too.”

Taking her hand away from his mouth, he
pressed a kiss in her palm. “Shower with me?”

She nodded.

Kelcey had a moment of disbelief when Dax
took her hand and tugged her from the chair. Although she would’ve been happy
to make love with him again, she’d accepted that last night had been the only
time she’d ever be intimate with Dax.

Everything had changed with his three
little words—“I want you.”

He led her through his bedroom to the
master bath. She stood next to the sink while he started the shower running,
unsure whether to take off her clothes or wait for him to make the first move.
Since she’d never been in this situation where she showered with a man, she
didn’t know the rules.

Turning to face her again, he pulled his
T-shirt over his head, dropped it on the floor. She waited for him to remove
the rest of his clothes, but he stood still, watching her. Heat rushed to her
cheeks when she realized he wanted her to remove some of her clothes. Hands
trembling once more from desire and a touch of nervousness, she let her blouse
slip down her arms. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra. It joined her
blouse on the floor.

She stood before him, naked from the waist
up, deciding she’d removed enough until he took off something else.

His gaze swept over her breasts, down to
her low-riding jeans, back to her breasts. She clearly saw the outline of his
erection through his sweatpants. It made her wonder if he wore a pair of those
tiny briefs.

He answered her silent question when he
pushed his pants down his legs. She saw no briefs…just an amazing, hard cock.

After removing his pants and socks, Dax
stepped closer to her. “Want some help?”

Kelcey nodded. Help would be appreciated
since she didn’t know if her fingers would work to unfasten her jeans. Dax
unsnapped them and slowly lowered the zipper. Hooking his thumbs in the
waistband, he pushed them past her hips. Pausing long enough to hook her
panties too, he slid them down her legs. She held his shoulders as he knelt
before her and removed her clothing.

He slid his hands up her legs as he stood
again. His touch released the scent of the massage oil.

“Your skin is so soft.”

“It’s the oil.”

Dax shook his head. “It was soft before
your massage. You’re soft everywhere.” He cradled her breasts, whisked his
thumbs across her nipples. They immediately peaked. “Well, except here.”

His playful teasing eased her nervousness.
She pointedly looked at his cock. “You aren’t exactly soft in places either.”

“I’m thankful for that.”

Reluctantly, she dragged her gaze away from
his enticing flesh. “So am I.”

He drew her into his arms and kissed her.
Kelcey wrapped her arms around him, splayed her hands over his back. This time
she took control of the kiss, licking across his lips before she thrust her
tongue into his mouth. Dax groaned, dropped his hands to her ass and pulled her
tighter against him. His cock felt like a hot brand against her mound.

Kelcey willingly followed him to the
shower’s entrance. So many emotions pinged around inside her, the strongest one
desire. But beneath that desire lay common sense. She stopped before stepping
into the shower with him.

He looked at her over his shoulder. “What’s
wrong?”

She gestured toward his shaft with her free
hand. “Can you wear a condom in the shower?”

He cradled her cheek in his palm. “Remember
when I told you I had my eyes checked last month?”

She didn’t understand what that had to do
with her question, but answered honestly. “Yes.”

“I had a full physical too. I’m clean,
Kelcey.” He caressed her cheek with his thumb. “Do you believe me?”

“Yes.”

“I hear a ‘but’ in there.”

“Dax, I’m not… What happened to me…” She
didn’t quite know how to talk about this, or the right words to say. “I haven’t
been with anyone besides you in a long time, so I’m not…protected.”

She could tell by the comprehension in his
eyes that he knew what she meant. “You don’t use birth control.”

Kelcey shook her head. “I’m sorry. It’s
probably a safe time, but—”

He gave her a gentle kiss. “It isn’t a
problem. We’ll take a shower now and make love later.”

“But you said you have a fantasy—”

“I have a
lot
of fantasies about
you, Kelcey.” He kissed her again, then grinned. “Some of them might curl your
toes.”

His teasing made her chuckle. When he
gently tugged on her hand, she didn’t hesitate to follow him beneath the warm water.

Pouring a generous amount of liquid soap
into his palm, Dax rubbed his hands together to make a thick lather. He wrapped
his arms around her from behind and began to spread it over her body. Kelcey
closed her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder, content to let him touch
her however he wanted.

He concentrated on her breasts first,
kneading them, plucking at her nipples. A pleasant little zing traveled to her
clit with each tweak of his fingers. That zing intensified as his hands
traveled lower. He spread the lather over her stomach, her hips, her thighs,
the valley between them. She gasped when his fingertips passed over her clit.

“Mmm, you’re swollen.” One finger pushed
into her channel. “And wet.” He nipped her earlobe. “I like that.”

Kelcey swallowed. He slid his cock up and
down the cleft between her buttocks. She wondered what it would feel like to
lean forward and brace her hands against the wall so he could slip inside her.

Before she had the chance to give in to
temptation and do that, Dax took a step back so his body no longer touched
hers. She swallowed her moan of disappointment when she felt his soapy hands on
her back. He slowly slid them down her spine, over her butt, and down her legs.
On the return journey, he cupped her cheeks in his hands, pulled them apart and
settled his shaft between them.

“Oh yeah,” he said, his voice rough, “some
of my fantasies would definitely curl your toes.”