Page 28 of Love and Lattes at Pumpkin Hollow
‘You said we needed an early night,’ I reminded him.
‘You’re right.’ He turned to go into his room but I grabbed his arm and he paused, looking back at me.
‘I’m suddenly not very tired, though,’ I said, arching an eyebrow.
‘Thank God.’ He pulled me to him, pressing his lips against mine.
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I opened the door behind me and we stumbled into my bedroom, our lips still locked together like we’d been stuck by glue. I wouldn’t have minded that either. Dylan’s kisses were becoming addictive.
Dylan kicked my door shut behind him and I shrugged his coat off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. He did the same to mine and then as we moved backwards, my legs hit the four-poster bed. Dylan broke from my lips to smooth back my hair, giving me a sexy smile, then he kissed my cheek, moving down to my jaw then behind my ear and down my neck, leaving goosebumps behind his kisses.
‘Willow,’ he said, lifting his gaze to look into my eyes. His were darkened with lust. ‘Are you okay with this? I know we haven’t known each other long…’
‘You have driven me crazy since we first met in the café,’ I said breathlessly.
‘You have too,’ he agreed, and I reached for his shirt buttons and began unbuttoning them. I’d been so angry and exasperated by him but all I could think was that no man had ever made me feel like that before. Dylan made me feel alive. And I craved more of it.
He pulled me back in closer by my waist as I finished unbuttoning him, then let go of me to pull his shirt off. I smiled at the sight of his bare, muscly chest. He might not work outside like me but his body was lean and strong, no doubt from a fancy gym membership, but I wasn’t going to complain about how he got it. I ran my fingertips over his skin.
‘Willow, can I please take your clothes off?’
I chuckled at how politely he had phrased the question. I wasn’t used to that in the bedroom. Previous partners had mostly been fellow farmers and rolling around in haystacks wasn’t a cliché for nothing. ‘I think we should get naked and see how comfortable this bed is,’ I told him. I lifted my arms. ‘Take my jumper off.’
‘God, I love how bossy you are,’ he said gruffly, reaching up and yanking my jumper off. ‘Sit on the bed and let me take your boots off.’
I flopped down immediately and Dylan crouched on the carpet and began unzipping my knee-high boots. Somehow, this was just as hot as his kisses – watching Dylan, shirtless, unzipping my boots, keeping his eyes on me and then pulling them off slowly. ‘Hurry up,’ I urged him, not caring if I was being bossy. I wanted us both to be naked.
Dylan grinned and quickly took off my other boot then he sat up on his knees to reach for my waistband, pulling my leggings down my thighs along with my knickers all at once, yanking them both down my legs and then tossing them aside.
I sucked in a breath. ‘That was a time-saver,’ I murmured approvingly.
‘Take your bra off,’ he said huskily, back on his knees in between my legs.
‘Say please,’ I instructed, my voice just as husky. My pulse was racing with desire now.
‘Please, Willow.’
Reaching behind me, I unhooked my bra and let it fall off me so I was in front of him completely naked. ‘Your turn,’ I said.
Dylan stood up and pulled off his trousers and I saw how he was straining to get out of his boxers. ‘Anything else?’ he asked.
‘All of it,’ I commanded, loving being in control right now. I watched as he pulled down his black boxers then stood in front of me just as naked as I was. ‘I liked you on your knees,’ I told him.
‘Fuck, Willow, you’re so hot,’ he said, getting back on his knees in front of me. He reached up and wrapped his arm around my neck, pulling me in for a kiss. Then he leaned towards my ear. ‘Take your hair down, please.’ He leaned back to watch me undo my bun, my dark hair falling over my shoulders. His breath hitched. He reached out to thread his fingers through it and then leaned back for another kiss. His hand trailed down my hair to my chest and then he ran his fingertips over my bare breast. I let out a contented murmur. He leaned down and put his mouth there too, pulling my nipple into it and then letting out a contended noise of his own.
‘We should have brought the whipped cream up here.’ I blurted out what was on my mind as he licked my nipple.
‘Hmm.’ Dylan continued kissing down my body, kissing down my chest and my belly button, making my back arch. ‘But you taste just as good as the whipped cream,’ he said then, continuing to kiss me, moving down to my thighs as he settled between them. He dropped gentle kisses on each one and I reached down, threading my fingertips through his hair. My legs trembled with desire as he kissed down each one, and even dropped a gentle kiss on my feet and then the tips of my toes, clearly relishing completing the phrase ‘from head to toe’.
Dylan pulled one of my legs over his shoulder and kissed the spot he had missed. I gasped as his tongue found me and clutched his hair as pleasure swirled inside. My last night with a man had been a drunken blur. I was right here in this moment with Dylan though and it was so much better.
When Dylan slid a finger inside me, I moaned out loud. He really knew what he was doing. I squirmed on the bed, heat pooling in the pit of my stomach as he tasted and touched me. He soon tipped me over the edge. I cried out as my body shuddered underneath him, gasping with pleasure, flopping back against the soft bed, my leg dropping from his shoulders.
‘Dylan,’ I said, breathlessly. ‘Get on this bed now.’
Dylan chuckled but he did as I asked. I shuffled back and we both laid down on the pillows, rolling onto our sides to face each other. ‘You are so sexy,’ he said, reaching out to cup my cheek with his hand.
