All He Feels:Dax & Ginny

By: Melanie Shawn


Her eyes automatically shut at the onslaught of wet licks, but before she knew it, Dax had yanked Capone off of her and instructed him to sit. Then, his arm quickly snaked around her back and he pulled her up on her feet.

She was brought upright with such speed and velocity that she was propelled forward from the momentum and instinctually her arms reached out and landed on a wall of muscle. When she opened her eyes, she noted immediately that her thin fingers and fair skin looked so delicate and small compared to his broad, tan, Adonis-like chest. She felt the pulsating rhythm of his heartbeat pounding beneath her palm. The sensation and the view combined to create one of the most intimate moments of her life.

Which, at twenty-two years old, was a sad truth and one of the many things she planned on changing during the next four weeks. It was one of her New Year’s resolutions.

“I’m so sorry, he’s usually much better behaved.” Dax’s voice was just as deep and gravelly as she remembered.

When he spoke, she could feel the vibration of the words against her palms and fingers. The reverberation sent a tremble running up her arms and down her spine. Dax’s arm was still wrapped around her waist and his fingers tightened on her lower back. His grasp caused another sensation—no less potent than the first—to erupt low, very low, in her belly.

“You’re cold. Come inside.”

Cold…right. She was cold.

Let’s go with that.

He shifted so that she could step past him and he didn’t drop his hand from her back until she was inside. From behind her she could hear the click of the door shutting and her nerves that she’d thought she’d managed to contain started to pop like grease in a hot frying pan.

There was an underlying tension in Dax’s voice as he said, “Sorry I didn’t invite you in sooner. I was just…surprised to see you.”

As she turned to face him she was holding out hope that her being here was a good surprise and not a bad one. Her suitcase was beside him, so she took that as a good sign. But the blank expression on his face made him unreadable which in turn increased the intensity of her nerves from grease in a frying pan to spraying like a popped fire hydrant.

“Um, I should have called, I’m sorry.” She dipped her chin motioning her head in the direction of the towel that was hanging at his waist. “I didn’t mean to interrupt…I mean…you look like you were…you look…” Hot.

No she couldn’t say that.

Breaking eye contact, her eyes dropped down, and she could feel saliva filling her mouth as she took in the girth of his broad shoulders, the planes and valleys of his washboard abs and the symmetrical lines of his hips that were only partially covered by white terrycloth. If she let her eyes go any further she’d be in trouble, so she forced herself to look back up. Her voice cracked as she continued, “It looks like you were busy.”

He glanced down then shook his head slightly. “Right, I was just in the shower. Let me go put on some clothes.”

She nodded. As much as she wanted to tell him not to do that on her account, she knew that there was a much better chance of her actually being able to hold a conversation if she wasn’t distracted by his very distracting nakedness.

“Cap.” He let a low whistle.

Capone, who was sitting beside Ginny like the good dog he was, whined and lowered down so his belly was on the floor and his legs were spread out in front and back of him.

Ginny once again crouched down, this time removing her gloves, so she could better scratch the white bulldog’s head. “Aww, he wants to stay with me.”

Dax mumbled something beneath his breath that sounded a lot like, “I don’t blame him,” but she couldn’t be sure.

Her eyes shot up in search of confirmation that he had said those flattering words. She didn’t get it. Instead she found him looking at her like he still couldn’t believe that she was here. Like she was either a figment of his imagination or a hologram or something.

She knew it was odd that she’d just shown up on his doorstep after they had spent only one night together and had gone months without so much as a text. But she couldn’t stop thinking about him and that night, though, she was sure for Dax it had been a run of the mill experience. His reception had not given her any hope that his offer, which she’d been trying to convince herself was real, still stood. In fact, she was starting to think that he may not even remember offering her a place to stay when she came back to town to work on her album. Which meant she was going to have to either awkwardly remind him of it or abort her mission.

“He can stay out here, with me.” She tried to sound as casual as possible and hoped to buy herself a little more time. Maybe a few minutes alone with Capone would calm her nerves.

Dax hesitated for a moment before he said, “I’ll just be a minute.”

Ginny watched as he walked down the hallway and oh, Lord, what a view it was. His shoulders were wide and the muscular planes of his back were even more pronounced thanks to the V-shape that ran to his waist. All of that and he moved with the grace, power and authority of a lion. He was like a Greek god and the king of the jungle all wrapped up in one.

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