Dylan leaned against the door jamb, crossing his arms in a sexier-than-sin pose. His biceps and forearms were what her friend Faith would call “arm porn.” Dylan grinned, causing his tiny dimples to appear. “That’s the nice thing about owning your own company. You get to set the hours. I took care of everything this morning that couldn’t be put off and shelved everything that could, just so I could come see you. I missed you.”
The blush that always seemed to appear when she was near him bloomed across her cheeks. Her nipples tightened under his appreciative stare that went from the top of her head to her toes and back up again. How could he get her so aroused from across the room with just a look and three little words? He missed me!
Flustered, Nessa stood. “I . . . um . . . missed you too.”
His intense gaze deepened. After a moment, he glanced over his shoulders, then stepped into her office and closed the door behind him. Her heart beat raced when he flipped the lock. His gaze met hers again and never left as he diminished the distance between them. Cupping her jaw, he brushed his thumbs across her cheeks.
“I’m glad to hear me missing you wasn’t one-sided,” he murmured before lowering his head. A shiver coursed through Nessa and her pussy clenched with need the second Dylan’s lips touched hers. She melted into his touch, completely forgetting she was in her campus office—hell, she’d forgotten her own name. Thankfully, she had the blinds on the windows angled so no one could see in, but the sunlight still filled the small room. It warmed her back as Dylan heated her front. Her arms went up around his neck almost of their own accord. Nessa moaned as he grasped her hips and held her against his erection. Never had a man gotten her so revved up to the point she wanted to strip naked and have wild abandoned sex on her desk.
Dylan left her mouth and kissed his way down to the hollow of her neck. He nipped and licked the sensitive flesh, driving Nessa higher.
Her office phone rang loudly, and Nessa yelped and jumped back in surprise, but Dylan steadied her, amusement and desire in his eyes. “Sorry. Got carried away. Go ahead and answer that while I get my hard-on under control.”
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, her gaze dropped to his groin, where his pants were tented. She licked her lips, and Dylan chuckled. “Answer the phone, sweetheart. We’ll continue this later, when we won’t be interrupted.”
The shrill ring finally snapped her into action. Grabbing the phone’s headset, she held it to her ear with a trembling hand. “Hello, Professor . . . um . . . Adams.” Holy shit, she really had forgotten her name!
She heard Dylan chuckle again, and it was all she could do to concentrate on what the student who called was asking her. Get a grip, Nessa!
Chapter Eleven
Standing next to Nessa in her kitchen, Dylan prepared a salad while she put the finishing touches on the shrimp Alfredo she’d made for them. After she’d finished helping her student on the phone earlier, and he’d gotten his raging cock under control, Nessa had invited him to dinner at her place to his surprise and delight. He couldn’t remember ever seeing a woman past the third date without having her in his bed. While some men would view a woman like Nessa—strong in her convictions—as a challenge to be overcome, Dylan didn’t feel that way. Yes, he was dying to find out what it would be like to be buried balls deep in her hot pussy, but he also liked just being with her. They talked about everything under the sun when they were together, or over the phone when they were apart—agreeing on some topics and debating others. The challenge he felt with her wasn’t one of getting into her bed, it was getting to know every little detail about her, and he was willing to take a lifetime to do it. At some point over the past ten days, Dylan had fallen for her—and hard. He’d heard people say they knew the moment they’d found “the one,” just like his parents—but he’d never thought it would happen to him. He’d have to remember to send a wedding invite to Nadine Marx when the time came, because he’d every intention of putting a ring on Nessa’s finger. No, he wasn’t going to rush it, but it would happen someday.
After dinner, they cuddled on the couch, watching a new movie they’d both wanted to see but had missed in the movie theaters. Dylan loved the feel of Nessa curled into his side as he rested his arm over her shoulders. As the credits began to scroll, she lifted her head back and smiled at him. “That was an excellent movie. I was so worried I wouldn’t like it after reading some of the movie critic’s reviews.”
He smiled. “Yeah, I tend to love the ones they hate and hate the ones they love.”
“Me too.”
A moment of silence hung between them. The air changed from relaxed to crackling with electricity as her gaze went to his mouth. She slowly licked her lips, and that was his undoing. He lowered his head and took possession of her mouth. Unable to help himself, he shifted and laid flat on the sofa, pulling Nessa along until she was draped over him. In this position he could run his hands up and down her curves. She straddled his hips with her knees but didn’t raise her torso. Her breasts were crushed against his chest, but their two shirts frustrated him. He wanted skin on skin. He wanted to map out every nuance of her body until he could recall every inch of her in his mind when they were apart.
His tongue dueled with hers, and he decided to test the waters by giving her T-shirt a tug to see what her response was. He loved that she wore comfortable clothing around him. Whether she dressed up or down, she was gorgeous in his eyes. Some women he’d dated could take an hour getting ready and come out of their bedrooms looking like they were headed to a high-end club when all they were doing was going to a movie. His Nessa would look far better than any of them, even if it took her thirty seconds to throw on something that was twenty years old with wrinkles and holes in it, twist her hair into a sloppy ponytail, and walk out, sans makeup.
Grasping the fabric of her shirt, that was tucked into the jean capris she’d put on before dinner, he gave it a small yank, just enough to let her know he’d love to take it off her. He was shocked when she ripped her mouth from his, pushed up on his chest until she was sitting on his throbbing groin, and pulled the shirt up and over her head. When she tossed it on the table next to the couch and reached behind to unsnap her turquoise-colored bra, he stopped her, his hands on her forearms, pinning them to her side. “Are you sure, baby?” When she hesitated, he added, “Don’t get me wrong, I’m dying to see you naked, but I want you to be sure.”
Nessa bit her bottom lip and nodded. “I’m very sure, Dylan. I want you. More than any other man I’ve ever met. Please?”
“Oh, sweetheart, you don’t have to beg. Your wish is my command.”
He sat up, swung his legs off the couch, and stood up, never letting her feet hit the ground, in one swift motion that made her squeal. “Oh, my God, Dylan, what are you doing?”
With his hands under her lush ass, her arms and legs wrapped around him, and her beautiful breasts in his face, he strode toward the inner sanctum that was her bedroom. He’d never been in there, but he knew where it was. Using purposeful strides, he got them there in a hurry and eased her down on the fully made bed that he planned on messing up very soon.
His mouth found hers again, even as his hand snaked around her back and easily released the clasp of her bra. Pulling back, he dragged the straps down her arms until she was bared to him. He stood and stared. God, she was stunning. Rose-colored peaks contrasted with her pale, rounded breasts. Reaching down, he tested the weight of one and then the other. They filled his hands and then some. His thumbs flicked her nipples, and he watched them respond. “Beautiful,” he whispered. “But I want to see all of you.”
Dragging his hands down to her waist, he paused at the button above the zipper. His gaze met hers. “May I?”
She smiled shyly and nodded. “If you don’t, I’ll be very disappointed.”
“Well, we can’t have that, now, can we?”
“No, we can’t.”
After undoing the button, he took his time lowering the zipper. He wanted to
savor every moment of unwrapping her like a Christmas present. When he reached the bottom of the closure, he could see the band of her underwear that matched her bra. Tucking his fingers into the waist of her capris, he pulled them down her hips when she lifted them for him. A moment later, all she was wearing was her bikini underwear as he stood over her. Placing a hand on each of her knees, he gently pushed so her thighs were spread. His mouth watered when he saw the wetness in the crotch of her panties. Dropping to his knees, he tugged her hips until they were at the edge of the bed.
“Dylan! What—”
“Shh, baby. Relax. I want to learn everything there is about your body before I get inside it. Grab one of those pillows and put it behind your head if you want to watch me enjoy this sweet pussy of yours.”
Her eyes widened as his words registered. After a moment’s hesitation, she did as he’d suggested. Once she was comfortable, he spread her thighs wider, and leaned down to nuzzle her mound. Her scent drove him wild, his cock lengthening further in his pants to the point of pain. But there was no way he was rushing this.
He sucked her wet panties between his lips, familiarizing himself with her taste. Before releasing the fabric, he exhaled, heating her core with his breath.
“Oh, God!”
Dylan watched as her eyes slammed shut and her pelvis came off the bed. Taking advantage, he hooked his fingers under the sides of her underwear and slid it down her legs, before tossing it over his shoulder. He stared at his Eden. Nessa was trim but not bare. Her clit was peeking out from under its hood, and Dylan draped his arm across her hip and used his thumb and finger to expose the little pearl even more. He latched his lips around it and sucked before flicking it with his tongue. Nessa’s hips bucked again, but this time he held her down. He shifted lower, running his flattened tongue through her wet folds, moaning as her taste tantalized his palate. Dylan lapped at her, enjoying her squirming along with her gasps, whimpers, and sighs as he drove her higher. He was determined to rip an orgasm from her before he buried himself inside her, not knowing how long he’d last when he finally did.
Reaching up with one hand, he toyed with a nipple, plucking and rolling it. His mouth returned to her clit as he slowly impaled her with one and then two fingers.
“Dylan! Oh!” She fisted his hair, but at the same time, held him in place. “Please!”
“I’ve got you, sweetheart. I want you to cum for me. I want to watch you shatter.”
He finger-fucked her faster and harder. Her walls clenched around his digits, giving him a preview of what it was going to be like once he got his cock inside her. The pad of his middle finger found the spongy spot deep in her core he’d been searching for, and he stepped up his sensual assault, stimulating the G-spot, her clit, and breasts at the same time. Her hand in his hair tightened as she writhed underneath him. Her cries became louder as she neared the point of no return.
“Oh, God! Dylan, please!”
“Look at me, baby.” When her frantic gaze met his unwavering one, he pinched her nipple, sucked her clit, and fucked her pussy, simultaneously, sending her over the edge. She screamed his name as her climax destroyed her. Her walls spasmed, almost crushing his fingers, as the rest of her body quaked with the force of completion.
When her body relaxed as the last of the orgasm faded away, leaving her looking thoroughly sated, Dylan pulled his hands from her and quickly found his pants. Moments later, his throbbing shaft was covered to protect her, and he climbed up Nessa’s body, until he was laying on top of her, keeping most of his weight on his knees and forearms. He ran the tip of his cock through her wet folds, lubricating it in her juices.
Barely holding onto his control, he stroked her hair. “Are you okay, Nessa? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. Please, I need you.” Her last words came out on a desperate sob.
Lining himself up, he slowly entered her. She was as tight as a glove, and Dylan closed his eyes, trying not to thrust into her like a rutting bull. When she tilted her pelvis, he slowly worked his way further into her core. His body shook with his restraint as sweat beaded at his temples. “Hell, Nessa, you feel so damn good . . . so damn tight. Shit!”
“More! Please, I want to feel all of you.”
He wanted that too, more than his next breath. A few added thrusts, and his balls slapped against the curve of her ass. He stilled for a moment. “Give . . . shit . . . give me a sec. Oh, shit, don’t clench, baby. Not yet. I won’t last.”
She lifted her hand and cupped his jaw. “I don’t care. I’m on the edge again.” Her eyelids fluttered as he felt her tighten around him again. “Please. Hard. Fast. Now!”
Who was he to deny her? Withdrawing, he slammed into her, judging her response. When a look of ecstasy crossed her face and her heels dug into his ass, he did it again . . . and again. His pace quickened as he rushed toward his own orgasm, but there was no way he was going to go without her. Propping himself up on one arm, he slid his other hand down her abdomen and still lower. Finding her clit with his thumb, he rubbed it hard. “Cum for me, baby. Take me with you.”
“Oh, God! Dylan! Yes! Oh, God, yesssss!”
The moment she flew, his eyes slammed shut as her quivering channel forced him to cum inside her. A whirlwind of fireworks flashed in his mind, while his lungs heaved for oxygen. As his orgasm ebbed, somehow, he managed to keep from collapsing all his weight on top of her. Tucking a hand behind her shoulder, he rolled to his side, taking her with him. His eyelids were heavy as he lifted them and met Nessa’s gaze. “That was incredible, baby.”
She snuggled closer. “I totally agree.”
Dylan knew he had to get up in a moment to dispose of the condom, but he wanted to hold her a little longer, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking. This would be the first of countless times he would take her over the years, and he never wanted to forget it.
Chapter Twelve
Her head resting in the crook of Dylan’s shoulder, Nessa stirred. After she’d invited him to stay the night—and he’d happily accepted—he’d asked how early she needed to get up in the morning. Thankfully, today her first class wasn’t until 11:15 a.m., so she was able to sleep late. Once Dylan had heard that, he’d called his secretary’s phone at the office and left her a message he’d be in later than usual. Then he’d proceed to make sweet love to Nessa for the second of three times. Now, at a little past 8:00, she was deliciously sore in all the right places.
Dylan inhaled deeply, and Nessa’s head lifted and fell with the movement of his chest. He lightly rubbed her upper arm with his calloused palm. “You awake?”
“Surprisingly, yes. You wore me out last night.”
With his eyes still closed, he snorted. “I don’t recall hearing you complain.”
Turning her head slightly, she kissed his collarbone. “That’s because I didn’t.” She sighed. “I really don’t want to get up—”
“Then don’t,” he interrupted, tucking her further into his side.
She chuckled. “But my bladder is overruling my decision.”
After kissing the top of her head, he released her. She flipped the covers off her, yet left them draped over him, then climbed out of the bed. Once she’d taken care of business and brushed her teeth in the attached bath, she padded back into the bedroom. His eyes were now open and watching her intently, which caused her to blush at his scrutiny. She hadn’t covered her body and wasn’t used to walking around naked, especially in someone else’s presence.
Dylan held out his hand. “Come back to bed, my beautiful, blushing woman. We’ll cuddle and maybe sleep some more, then take a shower before I treat you to breakfast.”
Sitting on the bed, she swung her legs up and pulled the blanket and sheet back over her. “Sounds wonderful.”
Before she could lean down for a kiss, her cell phone rang on her night stand, where she’d placed it after retrieving glasses of water for both of them around midnight. Recognizing the phone number, she hastily swiped the
screen to answer the call. “Hello?”
“Professor Adams? This is Jared Cherwonka from the Archaeological Society of Virginia.”
“Yes, hi. Please tell me you have good news.”
At her excited plea, Dylan sat up and leaned toward her, his hand resting on her back in encouragement. But Nessa’s shoulders sagged as she heard the lab director say, “I’m sorry, but I don’t. While we can confirm the artifacts are from the early to mid-1800’s, we weren’t able to extract any viable DNA cells from them. Time and the elements of the soil destroyed them.”
“I knew the odds were low, but I’d been hoping . . .”
“I’d been hoping too. It would be a shame to see a part of history torn down because we only have circumstantial evidence at this point. I will send you a report with our findings though. If you do come across more evidence, the chronological dating will at least help back it up.”
“Thank you; I appreciate that. Thanks for expediting the results too.”
“My pleasure. Just wish it was better news for you.”
“Me too.” After saying goodbye, Nessa disconnected the call. Frowning, she tossed the phone on the night stand. “No DNA.”
“I’m sorry,” Dylan said softly, tugging her into his arms.
She was so disappointed, she didn’t know what else she could do. “Is—Is there any way you can push back the sale again?”
Dylan stiffened, and Nessa knew she shouldn’t have asked that of him. Propping himself up on his arm, he glared at her. “Is that why you’ve stayed with me? So, if you couldn’t get the proof you need, then I’d be more than happy to keep pushing back the sale date as long as I got something out of it. Did you decide to sleep with me before or after you realized there was a good chance the DNA wouldn’t come in, Nessa?”
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