All thought of exploring him slowly fled as he crawled back over her. Sarah ran her palms over the muscles of his back, her hips thrusting upward as though that would encourage him to move faster.
“You want this?” Dylan asked, his voice a low, sensual growl.
“So much,” she whispered back.
“Then open your eyes.”
Sarah hadn’t even realized she’d closed them. When she forced her eyelids open, she found him hovering directly above her, his body propped on his forearms. She felt every inch of him touching her.
“Put your legs around my hips,” he instructed softly.
She didn’t need to be told twice. Slowly, she grasped his hips with her thighs, feeling the rigid length of his erection nudging at her entrance.
“Don’t close your eyes,” Dylan said, his thumb brushing a stray lock of hair away from her face. “Not once.”
Nodding in understanding, Sarah raked her fingernails along his skin, relishing the growl that rumbled up from his chest.
His hips shifted and she felt the head of his cock pushing into her. To her dismay, he didn’t slam into her. No, Dylan tortured her with a sensual, slow pace while he continued to watch her, their eyes locked together as he claimed her body with his.
“Sarah.”
There was a reverence in his tone that made her briefly wonder where this was taking them. Though she’d been all for the explosive sexual romp they’d had years ago, this was so much more than that.
“Fuck,” Dylan groaned. “You feel so good.”
He was filling her, stretching her, igniting all the dormant nerve endings that had gone unused for years, and she needed more. Jerking her hips, trying to lodge him in deeper, Sarah huffed when he pulled his hips back.
His strained chuckle made her smile, despite the fact he was driving her to madness.
“More,” she pleaded.
“Tell me,” Dylan encouraged.
Sarah wasn’t sure what he wanted to hear, but her body was aching for the pleasure only he could bring her, so she didn’t falter when she said, “I need you to fuck me. Hard.”
His eyes flashed, something dark and possessive that sent a shiver of need racing down her spine.
Then Dylan shifted his arm so that he was resting on it while one hand reached for the metal headboard attached to the wall. Then he slammed forward, using the driving force of his hips coupled with the pull of his arm so that he was impaling her deeper. He never pulled out, never withdrew completely, but he managed to fuck her so perfectly Sarah knew she would never be the same.
And for now, she didn’t even care.
chapter TWELVE
THE ONLY THING DYLAN FELT was the glorious way Sarah’s body hugged his. Her arms around his neck, her legs around his hips, her pussy gripping his cock. It was heaven and hell. The pleasure was so intense he didn’t want it to end, but the urge to come was blinding him, making him delirious.
Rolling his hips forward, then back, Dylan continued to glide through her slickness, the smooth walls of her pussy stroking him, squeezing him. He savored every sexy moan, the bite of her fingernails raking down his back, the seductive glimmer in her eyes as she stared back at him.
“Sarah.” He wasn’t going to be able to hold back for much longer. As much as he wanted this to last all fucking night, he was nearing the edge, ready to launch himself over. “Come for me, Sarah.”
With his eyes locked with hers, he saw the passion that swirled in the ocean-blue depths. She was close, but she was holding back the same way he was, wanting to cherish every second. There would be more, he had no doubt, but for now, he couldn’t hold off his release.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” he growled, his chest tightening, his cock pulsing. “Do that again… Squeeze my dick, Sarah.” He growled, the feeling fucking phenomenal. “Oh, yeah. Shit… Gonna … come.”
Gritting his teeth, he fought the urge, but when Sarah’s thighs tightened on his hips, her pussy clasping down on him, the effort was futile.
Sarah’s strangled cry was all it took to send him soaring, his release tearing through him. He grunted and groaned as the pleasure-pain took root, battering him from the inside out. And then, just as fast as it had started, it was over.
Dylan remained right where he was, lodged inside her, staring down at Sarah’s beautiful face. She was smiling up at him, her smooth hands sliding up and down his biceps. He was trying to come up with the right words to say when her sweet voice broke the silence.
“That was a good start,” she whispered.
He barked a laugh, his cock twitching inside her. And when she began to laugh, her muscles clasping his already sensitive dick, he had to pull out of her.
Dropping onto his back, he stared up at the ceiling as he tried to catch his breath. “What now?”
“I’d say we do that again,” she said, propping up on one elbow. “But I think you’ll need some time to recuperate. You’re what? Forty-two? You need, like, two minutes for every year?”
God, he liked this woman. She made him laugh.
“Just a few minutes,” he told her.
“In the meantime,” Sarah said, climbing out of bed and heading for the dresser, “I say we grab some food.”
“Room service,” he muttered, not sure his legs were strong enough to carry him back downstairs.
“Good idea.”
Dylan stayed where he was, distracted by the sight of her getting dressed. He watched as she pulled on a pair of pink boy shorts and a T-shirt before bounding over to the small desk and grabbing the menu.
When she crawled up on the bed, he held up a finger. “Hold that thought.”
Forcing his legs over the edge of the bed, he managed to get to his feet. Once in the bathroom, he closed the door, disposed of the condom, and then went to the sink. Staring at himself in the mirror, he waited for the regret that he expected to hit him, but it never came.
Unlike last time, Dylan didn’t feel bad about what they’d done. He felt … alive. For the first time in a long time, he felt good. Back to the land of the living, no longer stuck in a time warp of despair and misery. Sarah had brought light back into his life and he wanted more of it. He wanted enough to push out all the shadows that had haunted him for so long. He needed her in a way he hadn’t needed anyone. Ever.
That thought scared him because he had needed Meghan. She’d been his wife, his lover, his best friend.
But he wasn’t trying to compare the two women. Not even close. Sarah was… Damn. She was beauty and light, laughter and joy. She made him want things he never thought he’d want again. And he couldn’t regret that. Not even for a second.
Not wanting to keep her waiting, he splashed water on his face, rinsed his mouth with the mouthwash she had on the counter, and returned to find her sitting on the bed, the menu laid out before her.
“You okay?” she asked, her eyes meeting his. There was concern in her gaze, confusion.
He knew she probably expected him to break down the way he had last time. It still embarrassed him, but he wasn’t going to allow the memories of the past to intervene tonight. This was new for them. He wanted to move forward, not go back. And the only way to do that was to start over.
Glancing down at his spent cock, he willed the damn thing to come back to life, but it was clearly tired. Not that he blamed it. Sarah was something else. She made him feel more than he expected, and he wasn’t merely referring to the sex.
“Yeah, but now I’m starving.”
“Me, too.” Her eyes flashed and he could see the relief there.
Flopping onto the bed, he reached for her, pulling her on top of him as she giggled in surprise. Cupping her perfect little ass, he pulled her close.
“Kiss me,” he said softly.
She studied him for a moment, but then her mouth hesitantly met his in a kiss so fucking sweet Dylan’s heart skipped a beat. This was new and exciting, but beyond that, he knew that there was something more than physical attraction between th
e two of them. Perhaps that was what made it so amazing.
Whatever it was, he didn’t ever want this night to end. But since he knew it eventually would, he decided to make the best of it.
SARAH COULD GET USED TO this. Lying in Dylan’s arms, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers, the sound of his heart beating against her ear.
After they’d made out a little more, she managed to slip out of his arms and order room service. While they waited for the food to be delivered, Dylan had surfed the channels on the hotel television, finally turning it off when the knock sounded on the door. They then ate while they talked, mostly about what Devotion was and how it had come about. He had informed her that his friend Luke advised him to contact Trent Ramsey regarding another club potentially opening up in the Dallas area. Of course, Sarah had to fangirl a little because Trent freaking Ramsey, hello!
“So are you gonna do it? Talk to him?”
Dylan nodded. “Yeah. What could it hurt? At the very least, it’d be a good investment.”
“So, you’re really leaving CISS?”
He took a deep breath, let it out slowly. “I need to do something else, to let that part of my past go. The longer I try to hold on, the more I delay the inevitable. Once they’re bought out, Alex will be fine. And yeah, I’m interested in what Trent has to say. Luke mentioned he’s looking for someone to manage the place as well.”
“So you’d invest and work there?”
“If things work out, probably.”
Sarah considered that for a moment. “Do you think we could go back to Devotion?”
Dylan’s eyes searched her face. “If you want, sure.”
There were a lot of things she wanted. Some of which she hadn’t even known about, but Sarah wanted to experience these things with Dylan. Who knew where this thing between them was going, and she wasn’t even eager to find out. Sarah simply wanted to live life to the fullest, to ride this out for as long as she could.
Once they were all talked out, they had made love once more, and that was how she ended up here, lying beside this man in the darkened room.
“What’re you thinkin’ about?” Dylan whispered, his lips brushing her forehead.
“Nothing much. You?”
“Too tired to think,” he answered with a yawn.
“Am I keeping you up?” she asked teasingly. Sarah had purposely kept her hands from trailing all over his sinful body, not wanting to push for more when they both needed sleep.
“Only because I don’t want to close my eyes,” he said.
Her heart turned over, loving how open and honest he was. She wasn’t sure if Dylan had always been that way, but from what she remembered, he’d never been the kind to open up completely. Not to her anyway. Back in high school didn’t count. She didn’t recall much about those days, but she remembered the way they’d always talked, laughing, joking, making out. It had been an amazing time in her life.
But this…
She wasn’t sure anything compared to this.
Her heart was still wary, her brain trying to remain in control. It was hard to do when she’d always had feelings for this man. He seemed different in so many ways, and she honestly wanted to see where this ride would take them.
Curling up closer, Sarah put one hand on Dylan’s chest, holding him close as she closed her eyes. As she allowed sleep to consume her, she made one last promise to herself…
She wouldn’t push for more.
If things happened, they happened.
If they didn’t…
Well, she didn’t want to think about that part.
chapter THIRTEEN
FROM THE MOMENT HE OPENED his eyes, Dylan had been waiting.
For what, he wasn’t sure.
Regret, maybe?
But it never came. And an hour later, after they’d showered and dressed, the only thing he wished was that he had his hat. A weird thing to think about at this point, but he wished he had it, nonetheless. If for nothing else than to shield himself and the emotions he knew were written all over his face. Emotions he wasn’t ready to deal with, but they didn’t seem to give a shit whether he was ready or not.
Last night had been fucking incredible. Making love to Sarah, falling asleep with her in his arms. Every damn second he’d spent with her had sealed his fate. No way could he fuck this up again.
After opening the door for Sarah, Dylan allowed her to lead the way down the long, narrow hotel hallway, back toward the bank of elevators. Once they made it, he reached around her and pushed the button to take them down to the hotel lobby. He got another whiff of her sweet scent, and he fought the urge to groan. A smart man would’ve kept her in bed all damn day.
A ding echoed, signaling the arrival of the elevator and as the doors opened, Dylan realized they’d be alone. Once inside, he tried to keep his eyes on the doors, but he continued to glance over at the beautiful woman standing beside him until he was unable to take his eyes off her.
She’d been quiet for most of the morning. They both had been. A little small talk when appropriate was about all either of them could offer. There had been no need to talk in the shower because he’d used his mouth for other things, namely bringing Sarah to orgasm twice before he’d buried himself in her sweet heat and brought them both to climax.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” Why the words came out, he had no idea, but he couldn’t hold them back. He’d always enjoyed looking at her. From her silky blond hair to her big, innocent blue eyes and the freckles across her nose. This morning, she looked more like the Sarah of old. Her hair was back in a ponytail and the only makeup she wore was lip gloss. Saying she was cute didn’t do her justice because cute was reserved for puppies and babies—and this woman was nothing even close. She stirred his blood in ways he didn’t think would ever happen again.
Not after losing Meghan.
When the doors opened on the main floor, he took a deep breath and followed Sarah out into the busy lobby, his hand on her lower back. He let her lead until they were once again in line at the coffee shop. Never once did he stop touching her. If it bothered her, she didn’t act like it. But she wasn’t touching him back.
No, Sarah stood perfectly straight, eyes facing forward, arms hanging loosely at her sides as she waited for the people ahead of them to place their orders and be on their way. As soon as it was their turn, Dylan once again pulled out money, refusing to let her pay. Once he pocketed the change, he reached down and took Sarah’s hand in his as they turned to wait in another line for their order to be delivered.
This time she did react, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, Dylan found himself staring down into wide blue eyes. He saw confusion there and he knew exactly how she felt. He was just as confused by his own actions as she was. He hadn’t seen or talked to her in three years. A fucking eternity. Yet he’d somehow ended up in her bed last night, woken up with her in his arms this morning. It was fast, but he didn’t feel bad about that. He wanted more. Wanted to spend every waking moment with this woman.
And he’d inserted himself in her life all over again, still not knowing exactly what he wanted from her. The one thing he did know … he felt better when she was around. He couldn’t explain why, but whatever the reason, he didn’t care. He was tired of feeling empty, tired of not giving a shit whether he lived or died, yet unwilling to take his own life because he’d never do that to his kids or his family. It was a feeling he was ready to let go of.
And he felt like Sarah might just be a way to dig himself up and out those last few inches. Back into the light again.
SARAH WAS PRETTY SURE THAT this was what waiting for the other shoe to drop felt like.
As they stood in line waiting for their coffee and scones, she couldn’t help but feel like she was in some sort of alternate universe. One where things happened that weren’t supposed to. Like Dylan Thomas spending the night with her after rescuing her from an awkward situation. Not that she’d needed rescuing. She would’ve handled Bill on her
own. Eventually.
But running into Dylan had been a pleasant surprise.
However, it was all unexpected. More so the way she was reacting to him. There was no animosity, no hard feelings. She was enjoying her time with him and she definitely wanted more. Not just a day or a week. A lot more.
Not that she was expecting that, but she felt a welcome churn in her belly. Anticipation? Hope? Who knew.
The question was, what did he want? They hadn’t talked about anything, and though she’d come to her own conclusions on how she wanted this to play out, she wasn’t sure what page he was on. Sarah figured that was something she ought to know before she got in too deep. She could tell herself all day long that she would take this one step at a time, but she knew her brain wouldn’t allow her to go forward without some understanding of how this would play out.
She waited until they’d received their coffee and found a quiet section to sit in before she asked him flat out. “Should we talk about last night, Dylan?”
She was surprised to see a small smile, one that reached his beautiful brown eyes. She hadn’t seen many of those from him, even back when they were hanging out all the time. But this time, she sensed there was something he wanted from her, yet he didn’t know how to go about asking.
“Talk?” he questioned quietly, his attention focused on the coffee in front of him. “I didn’t realize there was anything to talk about.”
“There’s not,” she answered, sipping her coffee before looking at him again. “Unless you want to.”
Based on the way he shrugged his shoulders and let his gaze stray from hers, Sarah got the feeling he didn’t want to talk. For now, she could accept that. What had happened between them was a lot to take in. It would take some time to figure out where this was going. If anywhere.
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