He hated his subconscious sometimes. It chose the most inopportune moments to speak up.
Fine, he wasn’t the best example, but still. When it came to Sarah, he really did want to start over with her.
Moving closer, Dylan didn’t speak. Her eyes widened the closer he got, and he knew right then what he needed to do.
“DYLAN.” SARAH KEPT HER VOICE low, praying Bill couldn’t hear her through the door. “What are you doing?”
He was closing in on her, his eyes determined, his mouth holding a seductive grin, and damned if her body didn’t start humming as he neared. He was stalking her, and she felt every ounce of his masculine fortitude right down to the core of her.
When he had closed the distance between them, his hands moved forward quickly, thumbs sliding beneath the hem of her dress, forcing it higher on her thighs as he gripped her hips and lifted her off the floor, her back pressed against the door. Then his mouth was on hers and she couldn’t resist, wrapping her arms and legs around him instantly.
Oh, God.
As soon as his lips were on hers, she remembered how easily he could control her body with a simple kiss. Then again, there wasn’t anything simple about Dylan’s kiss.
A sweet heat filled her belly, her sex clenching as he claimed her mouth. There was something so … naughty … about him kissing her while Bill stood on the other side of the door.
Sure, it was a crappy thing for her to do to the guy who’d invited her to this hotel in the first place, but in her defense, he had ruined the night by springing a sex club on her.
“Sarah? Are you okay?” Bill’s muffled words sounded through the door. “I wanted to apologize for the things I said. And … I wanted to check on you. I saw you leave with … him.”
Dylan’s lips broke from hers, trailing down her neck, leaving her breathless.
“Sorry,” she called out, her voice stronger than she expected. “I…” She couldn’t even bring herself to lie to him.
“Are you feeling bad?”
“No,” she said. “I’m feeling quite good, actually.”
Dylan’s low chuckle vibrated against her neck as his lips worked their way back to her mouth.
“Do you want to go get something to eat?” Bill sounded concerned. “It’s the least I can do.”
“Yes,” she said, gripping the back of Dylan’s head and pulling him back so their mouths separated. “But not right now.” And not with you. She obviously didn’t add the last part.
“Sarah? Is someone in there with you? Is he in there?”
She didn’t answer him, crushing her mouth to Dylan’s as a desperate ache sent her nerve endings in a frenzy. A flash fire of passion consumed her and she really wanted Bill to go away.
“I … uh…” Sarah lost her train of thought when Dylan’s mouth resumed its trek over her neck. He sucked her skin into his mouth and her nipples hardened painfully. She felt the hard ridge of his erection pressing against her, and she didn’t resist the urge to grind her hips, adding a sweet friction to the already overwhelming sensations.
Dylan growled quietly.
“It’s okay, Bill,” she finally said, letting her head thump against the door as Dylan continued to press urgent kisses along her neck, across her collarbone. “I’m good. I’m just gonna … go to bed.”
Bill didn’t respond and she wondered if she’d surprised him.
Not that she cared. Sarah was more worried about spontaneously combusting right there in Dylan’s arms. His lips moved up to her ear, his teeth tugging on the lobe briefly before he said, “Send him away, Sarah. It’ll be less embarrassing for him.”
Embarrassing? Huh? “Why?” she said softly.
“Because when you scream my name”—Dylan’s words were a hot rush spoken softly into her ear—“while I’m tongue-fucking your pussy, I’m sure he’ll realize exactly who’s in here with you.”
Sarah couldn’t form words. The mental image he’d created had her clit pulsing. If he wasn’t careful, he’d make her orgasm from his words alone.
“Okay,” Bill called, uncertainty in the single word. “I’ll go. Are you mad?”
“Not at all,” she said truthfully.
“It’s just… I know what I did was … wrong. But I want us to be friends if nothing else.”
She had been mad. He was right about that.
But not anymore. At the moment, she couldn’t think clearly enough to sort through the emotions consuming her.
“Okay. Good. We’re friends,” she assured him.
Sarah bit back a moan when Dylan ground his erection against the apex of her thighs, stimulating her clit through the thin fabric of her panties.
“Well, then, I guess I’ll check on you later?” It was phrased as a question.
“No need,” she told him. “I’m … good.” Better than good, actually.
Did he leave? Not knowing whether or not Bill was still standing in the hall, Sarah remained quiet as she guided Dylan’s mouth back to hers.
She had no idea what it was about him that heightened every one of her senses, but Sarah couldn’t get enough of him. Suddenly, food no longer mattered. The only thing she wanted was to feast on him for a while, to trail her lips over every hard angle, every smooth plane of his body until he was the one begging for more.
The thought made her smile.
Dylan Thomas thought she was sweet. Most people did. But what they didn’t know was Sarah had a kinky side. She didn’t like vanilla sex. Although, it’d been years since she’d had an encounter that had been anything but. Actually, it’d been years since she’d had sex at all.
The last time was the incident with Dylan. Him fucking her against the wall. It hadn’t been exactly kinky, but it hadn’t been vanilla, either. And those erotic romance novels on her bookshelves… She read them. Of course she read them. And she enjoyed them. Every aspect. Including threesomes, and a wide variety of other intriguing situations.
Sweet she was not. She wanted this man to do dirty things to her.
Based on his admission earlier, plus the way he touched her, the eagerness in the way he kissed her, along with those dirty words he’d whispered moments ago, Sarah knew Dylan would be into it. He’d be just as willing as she was.
For reasons she couldn’t understand, Sarah was ready to explore this side of herself.
Who better to take the journey with than the man she’d long ago given her heart to? Even if that exchange had been one-sided. Sarah wasn’t looking for love. She wasn’t looking for happily ever after. She wasn’t that girl anymore. She’d known love and it had been ripped away from her without warning.
But now she was being given the opportunity to explore herself in ways she hadn’t expected. She felt safe with Dylan.
And that … for now … was all that mattered.
chapter ELEVEN
CHRIST!
Dylan held still momentarily, his cock nestled perfectly against Sarah’s pussy. The only thing separating them was the rough denim of his jeans and the smooth silk of her panties. He prayed Bill had decided to take Sarah’s advice and go away because he wasn’t sure how long he’d survive this.
Bill’s words echoed in Dylan’s head.
It’s just… I know what I did was… wrong. But I want us to be friends if nothing else.
Not if Dylan had anything to say about it.
Dylan had to give the guy some credit; at least he’d had the decency to come up to check on her. Granted, if he’d been a minute later, he would’ve found Dylan and Sarah walking down the hall together, and that wouldn’t have looked all that good. Not that Dylan would’ve given a shit. The man didn’t deserve her.
Not that Dylan did. He knew he wasn’t a saint, and he had his own sins to atone for, but he would’ve never put her in a situation like that. Not without her permission and complete understanding.
So, Bill’s timing had been both good and bad. Dylan was trying to be a gentleman, truly wanting to take her to dinner, share casual conversat
ion.
But this… this was good, too.
“I think he’s gone.”
Dylan pressed his forehead to Sarah’s, his breath still rushing in and out of his lungs. “That’s good.”
“You can put me down now,” she said with a chuckle.
“Don’t want to,” he answered easily. He wanted to carry her to the bed, strip her naked, and use his mouth to explore every inch of her.
But doing that wouldn’t give them the opportunity to move forward. It would simply take them back in time, and though the idea of being lodged inside her was the best one he’d had in a long damn time, Dylan wanted to take this slow.
“Dinner,” he reminded her.
“No food,” Sarah whispered, her hands sliding up to cup his face.
He pulled back to look at her. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen from his mouth, and her wide blue eyes had darkened, the same heat surging through him reflected there.
“We’re starting over, remember?”
“We can start over after,” Sarah countered.
“After what?” Dylan knew the answer to that question, but he had to ask anyway.
“After,” she mumbled, pulling his head forward and crushing her mouth to his.
Dylan was overwhelmed by her. The way she kissed him was unlike anything he could ever remember. Sweet yet eager. Gentle yet desperate.
He knew how she felt because he felt it, too.
“Please,” she whispered against his lips. “I need to feel you inside me.”
Holy fuck.
Those few words spoken from that innocent mouth would likely lead to his demise.
Sarah squirmed, obviously trying to get back to her feet, so Dylan relented and set her down. When her heels touched the floor, she planted her hands firmly on his chest and pushed him.
Not expecting the move, he stumbled back a step.
Her eyes darted up to meet his. “On the bed.”
“Bossy,” he murmured.
Sarah continued to stalk him, and he gave her what she wanted, backing up until the bed stopped him. With another gentle shove, Sarah forced him to sit down. Based on the wicked gleam in her eyes, she was enjoying this.
He watched as she easily slipped those sexy heels off her feet and tossed them across the room. Her eyes never left his.
Dylan knew there was no backing out now. Whether they ever made it to dinner tonight was still to be seen. Perhaps they’d have breakfast. He didn’t know.
But the one thing he did know was that he wanted to feel her wrapped around him again.
When he’d pressed her against the wall, her soft, pliant body beneath his, Dylan had damn near lost his mind. She smelled sweet, like… Hell, she smelled like some sort of exotic flower. And he’d been drunk on it. The lust she inspired in him was more than he’d known in years, yet he had no fucking clue how to deal with it. Being the barbaric asshole obviously wasn’t the way to go, yet he was so overcome with this possessive, nearly blinding desperation, he couldn’t see past it.
Gripping her hips, he jerked her forward. When she stumbled, he leaned back, pulling her on top of him. Sliding his hand into her hair, he cupped the back of her head and brought her mouth down to his. The urgent moan that escaped her made his cock swell. It didn’t help matters when she adjusted her position so that she was straddling him, her thighs bracing his hips.
He allowed the cool, silky strands of her hair to slip through his fingers as he made love to her mouth with his. He would never get enough of this. Kissing her, tasting her, hearing her soft, sexy moans.
Hell, he was ten seconds away from embarrassing himself, and that was from the gentle friction of her grinding her pussy against his cock.
“The dress needs to go,” he told her. “Take it off.”
The command seemed to shock her momentarily, but to his surprise, Sarah sat upright.
When she went to jerk the dress upward, he grabbed her hands. “Slowly. Like you’re unwrapping a gift just for me.”
She glared at him and he smiled back at her.
Resting one hand behind his head, he settled on watching her. As the dress slid higher, revealing the silky gold G-string she had on, Dylan’s stomach muscles tightened. While she worked the dress up her body, he allowed one hand to trail up her thigh. Her breath hitched when he slipped his thumb beneath the silky material to find her wet and hot for him. With gentle strokes of his thumb, he teased her clit, keeping his eyes locked with hers.
“You’re still dressed,” he admonished with a grin.
“I’m a little distracted,” she muttered, her eyes closing as he pressed his thumb down a little more. “Dylan…”
He loved the way she said his name, that breathy little sigh making him eager to watch her come apart beneath him.
“Dress,” he reminded her.
He choked back a laugh when she practically ripped the dress off, throwing it over into the corner before returning her gaze to his.
“As much as I like the bra, it’s gotta go, too,” he instructed.
That took less time, and when Sarah revealed her pert little breasts tipped with soft pink nipples, it was Dylan’s turn to suck in a breath. She was beautiful. Soft and curvy in all the right places.
“Come here,” he said, using both hands to cup her ass and scoot her closer to his head.
As she straddled his chest, Dylan reached up, gliding his palms over her soft, smooth skin, stopping just shy of her breasts. He cupped them lightly, loving the way she watched every move he made.
“So fucking pretty,” he mumbled, lifting his gaze back to hers. “Lean forward so I can taste.”
Sarah leaned forward, adjusting her position again so that her breasts were at his mouth. Using his tongue, Dylan licked one taut nipple, then the other, enjoying the soft mewling sounds she made.
Though he didn’t regret their first time together, Dylan did wish he’d taken his time with her. He’d wanted to explore every inch of her with his mouth, but he’d allowed his need for release to win out.
Not tonight.
Tonight, he fully intended to explore her until she was begging him to let her come.
He only hoped she was ready for this.
SARAH HAD KNOWN THAT IF Dylan ever set his sights on her again, she’d be hard-pressed to resist. Sure, she talked a good game, but she knew her resolve was weak at best. The man was intense, he was focused, and he’d turned every ounce of his determination on her. Her body was screaming hallelujah, while her brain was trying to keep up with the overwhelming sensations flooding her.
The way his big hands cupped her breasts… Oh, God. Sarah knew she wasn’t well-endowed, but that had never bothered her. Based on the grunt of approval and the flame of desire that ignited in his eyes when she’d removed her bra, it didn’t appear Dylan was bothered by it, either.
Leaning forward, as he instructed, Sarah sucked in a sharp breath as his lips closed around one puckered tip, his tongue lashing at her sensitive nipple slowly, gently.
Ah, yes!
When he switched to the other, her back bowed, thrusting her breasts closer, eager for him to continue. She fought the urge to grind her pussy against his stomach, but it wasn’t easy. Her inner muscles clenched and released, over and over, grasping at the emptiness she longed for him to fill.
“Dylan,” she cried out when his teeth clipped the underside of her breast, making her gasp from the pleasure-pain that consumed her.
She sighed when he licked the sting away with his tongue.
Time passed slowly as he focused all of his attention on laving her breasts, to the point Sarah felt she would implode. It felt so good, but she needed more.
She wanted to see him, to run her hands along the muscles of his stomach, his chest, his arms. She wanted to glide her tongue along every dip and valley of his impressive body, but he was still dressed.
Dylan released her breast, his hands gripping her sides as he urged her to sit up. Staring down at him, she planted her h
ands on his chest and waited to see what would come next.
The naughty grin he flashed her made every muscle in her body tighten in anticipation.
“I’m not done tasting,” he said, and the next thing she knew, Dylan pulled her hips again, and she crawled forward as best she could, still straddling his torso.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Sit on my face, Sarah. Let me taste you.”
Oh, holy mother of…!
She was too turned on to be embarrassed by the idea, so without conscious thought, she scooted forward until she was poised directly above his head, his warm breath fanning the insides of her thighs.
“How much do you like these panties?” Dylan asked.
Confused for a moment, Sarah tried to process his question. Then it no longer mattered because he gripped the thin lacey strip around her hips and tore them right off her body.
Why that was so damn sexy, she didn’t know, but she moaned.
“Damn, you’re so fucking beautiful, Sarah.”
His words were drowned out by the sounds of her panting breaths and cries of pleasure as his tongue dipped into her folds, grazing her clit before venturing lower. The sensual onslaught made her woozy, her chest rising and falling as she fought to suck in air, trying to remember to breathe. It was too much. Way too much.
“Dylan!” she cried out the moment his lips wrapped around her oversensitive clit, suckling her until the ripple of an orgasm turned into an overwhelming churn, crashing through her. As she rode the waves, Dylan didn’t let up, continuing to drive her mad, sending her higher and higher until she shattered once again, free-falling into the abyss.
She was vaguely aware of Dylan shifting her, the mattress at her back, his strong hands sliding over her skin. He didn’t even give her time to come to her senses before he was over her, his mouth melding to hers. She tasted herself on his lips, and that only fanned the flames again. She fought to get his shirt off, jerking until he was helping her.
“Jeans off,” she demanded.
His eyes glittered as he propelled himself off the bed. Sarah watched as he tugged off his boots, then shucked his jeans after retrieving a condom from his wallet. Sweet mercy. The man… Clothed, Dylan Thomas was sexy, but naked... Holy crap. She ogled every glorious inch of him. The hard planes of his chest, the muscles in his arms, the narrow taper of his waist, and his thick cock bobbing eagerly. She heard the rustle of the condom, and she was suddenly glad he’d come prepared, because she wasn’t sure she could handle the repercussions if he hadn’t. She needed him so badly her body ached to feel him.
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