Page 60 of On A Manhunt: Complete Series

LINDY

This bed was so cozy, I rubbed my face against my pillow. My oddly warm, slightly hairy and very firm pillow.

My eyes popped open the second I remembered where I was. In bed, with Dex.

Not with him.

On him.

I was sprawled across his bare chest like a human blanket, one of my legs nestled between his. My head was tucked into the crook of his shoulder. One of Dex’s hands was on my thigh, the other was–

“Don’t move, sugar. You were doing just fine.”

“Your hand is on my butt.”

That hand gave my bare ass a gentle squeeze.

Oh. My. God.

“Sure is.”

“Why is it on my butt?”

“Woke up with it there. Why aren’t you wearing panties?”

“I’m of the ‘gotta let things air out’ camp.”

He growled. “Fuck. I didn’t know there were options.”

“Panties or no panties to bed. I’m for no panties,” I explained.

“Me, too. Fuck, me too.”

I wasn’t going to keep on this topic, especially since he wasn’t moving. His hand, his body, or me. “Why am I on top of you?”

“No idea.” His voice was rough from sleep. “You snuggled up to me in the middle of the night, then settled right on me.”

Well, fuck. I always moved around in my sleep, but never climbed on top of someone.

“Not that I’m complaining,” he added.

“How did I get over the berm?” I practically snapped.

“Don’t know. It’s not on the floor over here, so I think you moved it in the middle of the night.”

“I wouldn’t have taken that pillow away because it was there for just this reason.”

“Maybe you want me in your sleep more than when you’re awake,” he said as if that made complete sense. “You are on my side of the bed.”

The jerk just had to point that out.

“Why do you sound so happy about a woman drawn to you when she’s unconscious?”

“Because it means if you stop thinking so damned hard, maybe we’ll both get what we want.”

“Let me up,” I said, with a morning breath growl.

“Just a little longer.”

“If your dick gets a little longer then we’re going to have a different kind of problem,” I said, hoping he’d pick up that my voice was full of sass and sarcasm.

“Don’t worry. We’re not having sex. Not now, at least.”

I stiffened and made a move to get off him, but he gave my butt a little swat.

I gasped.

Then stilled. He spanked me! Sure, it wasn’t a serious spank or anything, but no one, ever, had done that. I couldn’t help but squirm just a little because it tingled. There and other places.

He groaned.

“You want me.”

“Right,” I huffed.

“Sugar, if you didn’t, you’d have jumped off of me within a few seconds of waking up. I’d have let you up. Then or now. I’m not holding you here.”

“You spanked me.”

“I gave you a swat. And you liked it.”

Shit.

“I want you wet and willing, sugar.”

I was getting wetter by the second and my willpower was struggling. I felt how big he was. How muscly. How warm. How hard. He made other men seem scrawny. Weak. Small.

That was because Dex James was huge and had pheromones pumping off him in waves.

“You know what I’ve thought about since I woke up and discovered you don’t wear panties to bed?”

I stayed quiet because I had a feeling he was going to tell me. And I–and my hormones–were going to like it.

“How soft and plush your pussy would feel against my fingertips.”

Oh. My. God. He was a talking romance hero. The words and tone and feel and scent and everything about him went right to my vagina. If we stayed like this too much longer, my arousal would be coating his thigh.

“This…” I had to clear my throat because it was bone dry all of a sudden. All moisture in my body relocated to my pussy. “...is going to be a problem.”

I wasn’t relaxed any longer, but tense and…

well, never so aroused in my life. Because Dex and his big dick energy felt good.

Soft skin over hard muscles. He was big and even sprawled across him, I felt small.

And while his hand was on my butt, I felt protected.

Like the world outside of this bed could wait.

Which was a big problem. Because he wasn’t permanent. This wasn’t going anywhere.

“You call it a problem. I call it something else.” He followed that with another roll of his hips.

While he was pretty amazing–the weakest adjective to describe Dex, ever–in the fling category, I didn’t want one. God, all I had to do was sit up, tug down those boxer briefs and take him for a ride.

No.

No! It would be a quickie, although maybe quickie wasn’t the right word with Dex.

I had a feeling he had a lot of endurance.

When he was done with me, I’d probably be sore in lots of delicious ways and walk funny for a few days, and I’d want more.

I wasn’t an idiot. One time wasn’t going to be enough of Dex James.

I was more aroused from his dirty talk and his hand on my ass than I had with any man before him.

If I did it again, and again, I’d get attached. Then he’d leave. I’d be exactly where I was now–not literally–and with a broken heart. And ruined for all other men, including Mr. Right.

“I have to get up,” I said.

“No, you don’t.”

“Dex.”

“Lindy.”

“I have a li–”

“List. I know,” he murmured. “I’ll help.”

I lifted my head, met his dark eyes.

“You will?”

His hair was sleep tousled and just waking up he looked younger. Softer, although that sounded ridiculous when describing him.

“It’s in my phone. Your list. We’ll work our way through it.”

I frowned down at him. “Don’t you want to… I don’t know, go mountain biking or something?”

“I’m not leaving you with a treehouse to go off and play.”

“Dex.”

“Sugar.” He gave my butt another little swat, this one more of a reminder than sexy times fun. Either way, I liked it and the way his eyes were studying me so closely, he knew.

“You’re killing me here, sugar.”

“What am I doing?”

“Besides now knowing you like your ass spanked? Your nipples are hard little points against my chest.”

I pushed up and that only gave him a view of my breasts down the front of my skimpy nightie.

He growled, gaze snagged on my chest.

“Dex,” I said, shifting off him.

“Sugar.” He sounded so sad, like a little boy who’d had his favorite toy taken from him.

I was his toy and I wanted him to play. So bad, but it wasn’t enough. He wasn’t Mr. Right.

His hands dropped from me, and I pushed up, climbed from the bed. I wasn’t sure if I was making a smart decision or the dumbest one ever.