Sitting in the car, keeping a look out, Kenzi's phone beeped. Fishing it out of her jacket pocket, she sighed, it was probably Bo telling her again, that she had found nothing in the apartment which incriminated the guy they were investigating. No, not Bo after all.
Dyson: I want you.
Kenzi smirked, that's the same text she'd sent him which had resulted in last night and most of the early morning spent wrapped in, on or around Mr. Tall and Furry.
Kenzi: Can't, working with Bo. Stake out. Sorry!
Her smiled widened as a message pinged back.
Dyson: Well, I'll just have to make you come
Kenzi: :-0
Dyson: Here, I mean come here.
Kenzi chuckled to herself. Despite Dyson living in the here and now, he wasn't quite up to sexting, just yet. Sometimes he showed his true age. Kenzi knew how to drive him crazy, it was so easy sometimes. Defying him just made him want it or want her more.
Kenzi: Working.
Within seconds
Dyson: I can still feel your soft skin under my fingertips.
Kenzi remembered how his fingers had traced slowly down her spine until his hands had spanned her waist. He had held her so gently and yet she could feel the strength in his muscles that he tried to hold in check so he wouldn't hurt her.
His fingers had threaded through her hair when he pulled her closer so he could kiss her more deeply. They had been trying to get closer and closer to each other, Kenzi had ended up on Dyson's lap with her legs wrapped around his waist. He'd left faint bruises on her shoulders where he'd pulled her to his chest, she didn't mind. It was good reminder to her of what they had done last night. He on the other hand had berated himself for being so careless with her.
Dyson: I can still smell you on me.
Kenzi lightly sniffed the air around her and then her jacket trying to pick up any scent. She couldn't smell a thing. Was that good or bad? Kenzi was hooked, she could resist, and she had to know.
Kenzi: What do I smell like?
Dyson must have realised that she would want to know because his response came almost as soon as she sent her message.
Dyson: You smell like cinnamon, sugar and vanilla, with a hint of vodka, my gorgeous Russian doll.
Kenzi sighed, only Dyson would be able to smell those things on her, it was a wolf thing. In her mind she could feel him running his nose along her shoulder and up her neck. How he had inhaled deeply and when he had exhaled, how his breath had tickled her ear.
Dyson: That's what you taste like as well.
She could still feel when his warm mouth surrounded her nipple and he'd suckled her gently. She'd run her hands over his shoulders as she ground her hips over the bulge in his jeans. "Dyson!" she'd moaned. Dyson had looked up at her and ran his hands down her flawless skin. He had lightly nipped at her soft skin of her breasts. Her nipples harden again at the memory and she started to feel a little warm.
Dyson: That's exactly what you tasted like when I slid my tongue into your body.
Kenzi's mind flashed to when Dyson's head was between her legs. His tongue had tasted her as he'd licked and sucked at her flesh. She had moaned his name, wanting him, needing him. Dyson had run his hand up her leg to place it over his shoulder to give him better access. He had pushed his tongue into her, building her pleasure.
Kenzi bit her lower lip, her eyes flicking around the streetscape to see if anything was around. Nothing.
Kenzi: D-man, I'm on my way.