Page 121 of Claimed By The Other Brother

"They're my colleagues," I manage.

"I have to talk to them. They're part of the team."

He nods slowly, silently. Then: "I don't like it."

He closes the distance between us until we're breathing the same air, mere inches apart. His eyes search mine.

"You consume me completely," he says, his voice low and rough.

"I can't even remember the last time any woman has..." He trails off, shaking his head.

"When I said Miles is no good for you, Scarlett, it's simply because you deserve more."

He cups my face in his hands, his thumb brushing my cheek.

"And I want to give that to you."

He leans in and kisses me. Soft at first, then deeper.

When he pulls back, his forehead rests against mine.

"I don't have a label for this. I don't know what it is. But I know I can't stop. I can't stop wanting you. I can't stop needing you."

His thumb brushes my cheek again, his voice dropping lower.

I'm nearly fainting from the passion in his words, from the intensity of his gaze, from the way he's looking at me like I'm the only thing that matters in his world.

“Dax…” I start, my voice trembling.

He cuts me off, his lips crashing against mine in a kiss so fierce it steals the air from my lungs. His arms wrap around me, pulling me against him as if letting go isn’t an option. The heat between us ignites, consuming every doubt, every fear, every question.

Dax’s lips continue to claim mine in a searing kiss, his hands sliding into the plunging neckline of my dress. His palms are rough and warm as they stroke my breasts, and my nipples harden beneath his touch. He leans down, his lips brushing against my neck. I tilt my head back, surrendering, my breathing shallow as his mouth moves, pressing wet, urgent kisses along my throat.

I let my hands slide over his chest, feeling the taut muscles beneath the fabric of his suit jacket. I push it off his shoulders, and it falls to the floor with a soft thud. My fingers fumble with the buttons of his shirt, frantic and needy, but Dax takes over, working them loose with a quickness that sends shivers down my spine. He shrugs out of the shirt, letting it join the growing pile of clothes.

I reach for his belt, my hands trembling slightly as I unhook it. I attempt to pull the leather through the loops, but my fingers falter.

Without warning, Dax bends down, gripping the backs of my thighs as he hoists me over his shoulder like Iweigh nothing. A squeal of surprise tumbles out of me as my hair spills forward, brushing against his back.

“Dax—”

“Patience,” he growls, his voice thick with need.

He strides to the bedroom, his movements determined. When he reaches the edge of the bed, he sets me down gently, his hands lingering on my waist. I’m seated, my legs dangling off the side as he towers over me. His gaze is molten, his pupils blown wide with lust.

I reach forward, unbuckling his belt fully now, then unzipping his pants. My hands tremble, not from nervousness but from the sheer hunger coursing through me.

Dax steps back just enough to pull down his pants and briefs in one swift motion, freeing his cock. My breath hitches at the sight of him, large, thick and pulsing with arousal. I can’t resist reaching out, wrapping my fingers around his shaft. He’s heavy in my hand, the velvety skin hot beneath my touch.

I lean forward, the tip of my tongue darting out as I lick the pre-cum of the tip of his cock. He groans, the sound guttural, as I take all of him into my mouth. Slowly at first, teasing, letting my tongue circle his tip before sliding him deeper. His hands tangle in my hair, tugging gently but firmly as I pick up the pace.

“Fuck, Scarlett,” he groans, his voice strained as I hollow my cheeks and suck harder. I feel his thighs tense beneath my hands as I use them for balance.

Dax grips my hair tighter, guiding me, thrusting slowly into my mouth. His length fills me, brushingagainst the back of my throat, and I gag slightly, tears forming in the corners of my eyes. But I don’t stop. I wrap both of my hands around his girth, as I jerk him up and down. His moans spur me on, each sound vibrating through my core.

Suddenly, he pulls away, his breathing ragged.

“Not yet,” he mutters, his voice thick.