Page 24 of Love.V2
In the last week, as the cloudy lens of resentment and bitterness I’d carried back in Nashville started to fall away, it had felt amazing and agonizing.
Amazing because hewasamazing, and he still wanted me. Agonizing because he was amazing, and he still wanted me, and I wasn’t sure what to do with that. He might have been on his best behavior now, but how long until he reverted to his old ways, leaving me feeling invisible and unimportant again?
I picked up my half-full glass, weighing my options. It would probably be best for me to call it a night. My thoughts about him were still too muddled and confused. I should leave my wine unfinished on the table and say goodnight.
Right.
“I can stick around to finish this.” I nodded to my drink, betraying every ounce of logic in my brain. “It’s on the company, after all.”
The sides of Dylan’s eyes crinkled, and he placed his elbow on the table, eating up the distance between us. He was close enough for me to see the scar on his hairline from the time he’d fallen off his four-wheeler in high school.
“Thank God, because no one back in Nashville watches Palm Springs Matchmaker, and I have to talk to someone about Vince.”
“Oh, myGod,” I gasped, clutching my hand to my chest. “He’s such a sleazeball! I don’t know what Ariana sees in him.”
“When he walked out after the dinner party, I had to turn the TV off,” Dylan confided. I felt like my cheeks would crack from the massive grin stretching across my face. I had started watching the reality TV show years ago, and somehow Dylan had picked it up, too. I’d had no idea he’d keep watching if I wasn’t around to turn it on.
I took a sip. “We have to talk about the dinner party. Raquel?”
Dylan’s hand sliced through the air. “Absolute shitshow.” He was grinning now, too, the air between us popping and fizzing like the carbonation in his beer. I rocked my glass back and forth on the table, my mind warring with my heart. There were a lot of reasons I shouldn’t even be here right now.
But he was so handsome it hurt, and he was looking at me like I was the only thing he wanted to look at for the rest of his life.
“We should probably get another round. This could take a while.”
Dylan’s hand raised, flagging down the server before I’d even finished speaking.
Chapter 7
Tess
“Dylan,” I moaned. His only response was to shove his tongue further into my mouth, like he would die if he wasn’t inside me.
If he didn’t get inside me soon, Iwasgoing to die.
His hips rocked against mine, hands squeezing my ass. The whole stumbling trip up the three stories of my walk-up apartment had been like this. Grabbing, desperate, choking on each other’s air in an attempt to devour.
I’d known I had missed Dylan. Seeing him, talking to him, being around him every day, had just sharpened that longing into a blade that cut something open between us. Everything was heat, light,more, please, please, more.
He grunted when my fingers wrapped in his hair and tugged. “Tess…Angel, if you don’t open this door right now, I’m going to fuck you against it,” he growled, leaving a trail of sucking kisses across my neck.
I shuddered, fumbling in my purse for my keys right as he licked up the length of my throat. My bag dropped to the floor. I drew his face to mine again, lips crashing together.
“Door it is, then,” he whispered. A sweet, searing ache consumed my heart as I felt his lips lifting against mine. Smiling as we kissed.
Only years of experience could have made him move as quickly as he did, fingers diving underneath the hem of my pencil skirt.
My whimper and his groan blended together when he met the stretchy barrier of my sheer pantyhose.
“You’re kidding me,” he growled, pulling back to meet my eyes. The same molten urgency I felt was reflected in his blown pupils. “Since when do you wear tights?”
“Hose are professional. We had a client meeting today,” I whined, hips churning against his, straining for his hand. The tension in the tights was keeping his fingers off me.
Rrriiiip.
The sound of the fabric tearing at the apex of my thighs made me gasp. He crowded me further against the door, claiming my mouth with his as he shoved my underwear aside. Fingers brushed hot, slick skin.
“Dylan!”
