The Man I Thought I Trusted - E. L. Todd Page 0,1

honestly. But she’ll come around.

Charlie didn’t text me back.

The sound of footfalls came to my ears as Dax entered the kitchen. Barefoot and just in his sweatpants, he stood at the coffeemaker and made himself a cup before he took a drink and joined me at the dining table. “Morning, sweetheart.” He set his coffee mug on the table then leaned down to kiss me.

I tilted my head back and took his lips, exchanging a slow and seductive kiss that made me want to go straight back to the bedroom.

When he pulled away slightly, he gave me an affectionate look before he pulled out the chair and took a seat beside me. His eyes were heavy-lidded and sleepy, and his hair was messy from all the times I’d fisted it through the night. He gripped the mug by the handle and brought it to his lips for another drink.

I saw him sitting there shirtless with those broad shoulders and strong chest, and I knew I could stare at him like that every single day. The deep, emotional attachment was still there, but the physical lust had turned on as if a button had been pressed. I wanted this man—every chance I got.

He watched me stare at him, relaxing in the chair with slight affection in his gaze. “Did you tell Charlie?”

“He texted me a couple minutes ago. And yes, he was very happy that his best friend got laid.”

He chuckled. “Good. He’s gonna be happy pretty often, then.”

My eyes glanced over his body, giving him a seductive stare that showed how much I wanted him. “Hell yeah…”

He gave a slight smile before he sipped his coffee again.

“I told him I wouldn’t be home until tomorrow morning. If that’s okay…” I wanted to be in Dax’s arms every night. I never wanted to sleep in a bed alone when there was such a better alternative. Why be alone when I could have this perfect, gorgeous, wonderful man hold me through the night?

“You could move in, and I would say that’s okay.”

I chuckled before I grabbed my coffee and took a drink, not taking his words seriously.

But he just looked at me…like he was dead serious.

When he’d said those three little words last night, I hadn’t expected to hear them. And I also hadn’t expected my own reaction, to say them back, to hear the sincerity in my voice as well as feel it in my heart. It was natural, and for the first time, I didn’t overthink my actions. I just lived in the moment—with him.

With his fingers wrapped around the handle of his mug, he stared at me, like he was thinking about the same moment.

I didn’t have any regrets. It was the happiest I’d been in a really long time. Well, not that long, but it felt that way.

Now I was glad Evan had been in the bar that night just so Dax would kiss me. Who knew something so good could come out of that?

Steam rose from his cup, the black liquid frothy at the top from the way the beans were ground up in the machine. “What did you want to do today?”

“Oh, come on.” I released an uncontrollable snort at the stupid question.

“What?” He drank from his coffee.

“Don’t what me. You know exactly what I want to do. And I want to do it all day and all night…”

His eyes shifted away slightly, a handsome grin coming onto his lips like my desire was flattering to him. Women wanted to jump his bones all the time, but somehow my enthusiasm was special. “What about food?”

“Oh yeah.” Shit, I hadn’t thought of that, which was an important thing to consider, at least for me.

“I know my woman can’t go very long without eating.”

“Well, we can take a break for that. But that’s it.” I waved my index finger. “Nothing else.”

He took another drink of his coffee before he rose to his feet. “How about we make some breakfast, then?”

My eyes absorbed his muscled frame, immediately picturing that handsome face between my thighs, his scruff scratching me and turning me on. But my pussy and my stomach were at war with each other, because a loud grumbling sound filled the dining room.

He grinned before he turned away. “There’s my answer.”

I faced the back of the couch with my hands gripping the edge, my back arched, tears glistening in the corners of my eyes as my body was thrust forward every time he pushed inside me. His hand gripped