Page 29 of Love and Lattes at Pumpkin Hollow
I leaned in to kiss him gently while I reached down to touch him. He was rock hard and when I stroked him, he groaned. ‘I didn’t think I was your type,’ I said when I pulled back to look into those gorgeous eyes of his.
‘Fuck, I think you can tell that you are,’ he said, looking down to where I was touching him. ‘Mmm, just like that,’ he said, pulling me to him and giving me a deep kiss, our tongues meeting as we scrambled closer to one another. Desire was quickly building again.
‘I want you,’ I whispered, pulling away from his lips for a moment when he ran a hand down my thigh, which was draped over his.
‘How much?’ he whispered back to me.
‘So much,’ I said. ‘Do you want me?’
‘A crazy amount.’
‘I need you inside me,’ I said then and our lips met again. Dylan moved on top of me, pulling my hair to one side and kissing me with such passion, I felt almost light-headed. When I was about to beg him again, Dylan lifted off me and reached over the side of the bed and when he came back, he had a condom. He sat up then to slide it on, his eyes never leaving mine.
‘You thought you might need one?’ I teased as I watched impatiently for him to finish.
‘I didn’t dare hope for this, but I have wanted to kiss you for a while. I’ve thought about it… a lot.’ Dylan smiled. ‘Have you?’
‘Honestly, no. I was trying to pretend I wasn’t attracted to you,’ I said, reaching up to pull him down on top of me. ‘It didn’t work all that well,’ I added with a laugh.
‘I’m glad it didn’t,’ Dylan said, giving me a kiss as he parted my legs and slid inside me. We both let out a moan at how good it felt. He held me tightly as he moved inside me and I held on to him just as tightly in return. ‘You feel so good.’
‘So do you,’ I said. ‘Faster, Dylan,’ I gasped as we moved together on the bed. My body and his seemed to move perfectly together even though this was our first time together. Could it get even better than this if we did it again? I pushed that thought away. I needed to stop thinking and just enjoy what was happening here and now.
‘Are you okay?’ he asked, looking down at me, as he responded to my command, making us both moan again.
‘Yes. Better than okay… Don’t stop,’ I gasped, wrapping my legs tightly around him so he moved even deeper inside me. I moaned again, losing control along with him as we rocked together, our bodies hot and sticky in the best way, clinging to one another. ‘Oh my God,’ I breathed as pleasure rolled over me again, taking me by surprise.
‘Willow, baby,’ Dylan gasped as he trembled on top of me, letting out his own moan, kissing me as we both slowed down.
He stroked my arm as he rolled off, lying back on the bed beside me, and then leaned in to give me a soft, sweet kiss that made me shiver all over again. Our ragged breaths were the only sound for a minute until Dylan reached out and took my hand in his, entwining our fingers together. ‘I think that might be the best first time with any woman I’ve ever had,’ he said.
I smiled. That felt good to hear. ‘Shame it has to be both the first and last time, isn’t it?’ I replied with a sigh as my body relaxed into the duvet, fully satisfied by what we had just done.
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Dylan was quiet for a minute then he shifted over on the bed before propping himself up on an elbow to look at me. ‘Why does it have to be the last night?’
I raised an eyebrow. ‘Because…’ I said, gesturing between us. ‘We’re enemies, remember?’
‘Enemies don’t kiss like we do; they don’t fuck like we just did,’ he said, his tone harsh.
I sat up on the bed. ‘Are you mad at me? Why? We just had a great time.’
Dylan sat up too. ‘That’s why I’m confused you don’t want to do it again.’
‘Have I dented your ego or something?’
Dylan jumped off the bed. ‘I swear, you are the most frustrating woman I have ever met! How can you keep saying we are enemies when we just went to bed together? I told you, I can’t stop thinking about you. You have been driving me crazy.’ He threw his hands up in the air then back down. ‘And you’re still doing it now!’
‘Right back at you,’ I said dryly. I got off the bed too and walked over to my overnight bag to pull out my pyjamas. ‘Look, we’re tired; maybe we should just sleep on it and talk in the morning,’ I suggested as I started to pull them on, not wanting to be naked with him any more.
Dylan grabbed his clothes and pulled them on with a sigh. ‘I meant what I said about wanting to help you.’
‘But you still want me to sell the farm,’ I pointed out.
‘But what if that’s in your best interest? I really like the patch idea, I can see you might be able to create something that will bring people to the farm, but will it be enough? What if you do all this work, spend money, put in loads of effort and time, pin all your hopes on it and then it fails anyway? I’m asking this because I care about you. I’m not sure I can watch you fail, Willow,’ he said urgently as we both got dressed, not looking at one another.
‘You don’t care about me; you hardly know me,’ I snapped. ‘What you care about is pleasing your brother. You want him to respect you, and you see this deal as the way to do it. You just want me to sell. Maybe this was all about that too…’ I gestured to the bed. ‘That’s why it can’t happen again. Why we should just keep things business between us. We both have so much at stake. This will just distract us.’
