This time, Dax doesn’t answer right away. It’s as if he’s probably wondering how the hell he can get himself out of this crazy woman’s bed as fast as he can and get a real woman in town instead, someone with no silly baggage like yours truly.
“God, Dax, I’m so sorry I messed this up.”
“No, you didn’t,” he says, pushing a lock of hair behind my ear. “Look, why don’t we start over?”
“Start over what? I mean, in what way?”
“Like this.” Dax lowers his head and kisses me softly, his tongue brushing along my top lip. It’s a kiss that sets the butterflies in my belly fluttering. “Don’t think of anyone else. Right now, there’s just us. You. Me. And no one else.” His words alternate in between kisses, and I can’t help but sigh at the sensations that engulf me. “This is all about you, Harlow.”