Page 138 of Your Last First Kiss
Flick.
Flick.
Flick.
I turn my head and bite into Dillon’s shoulder just as the first sparks of light form behind my eyes.
He twists his hand and pushes it deeper between my legs, forcing them open. And then I’m coming. Silently sobbing the scream I want to let loose into Dillon’s shoulder.
“Fuuuuck, baby, yes. You come so sweetly for me.” He sits up straight with a pleasant expression, like he’s about to play bingo at an old folks’ home. How does he do that? “But when we get to our room? I want to hear you screaming my name so loudly they call the cops. I’m going to make you come on my fingers, my tongue, and my cock, then I’ll do it again. I have three years of fuckery to make up for, and I can’t wait.”
My mouth hangs open, and he chuckles.
“My queen. My partner.”
“If I’m a queen, then you’re the king of dirty talk. Seriously, I think I could come just listening to you talk about it.”
He narrows his gaze like I laid down a challenge. And to him, maybe I did.
“We’ll test that theory too.” He drops his dirty-talking voice and says, “I love you, Penny.”
Each time he says it, it’s like the first time.
“I love you too.” I watch his eyes as I say it, and his reaction doesn’t disappoint. They flash like a neon sign, and he leans over to kiss me.
A kiss fit for public.
A kiss fit for a queen.
CHAPTER42
DILLON
I’m on her the instant the hotel room door closes. My dick has ached for the last hour, but I don’t regret it. Watching Penny lick chocolate sauce off her spoon was foreplay.
Can room service send just chocolate sauce?
Her heaving breaths hit my neck as she kisses me as high as she can reach. I bend my legs, wrap my arms around her ass and lift her to me. She tightens her legs around me like we’ve done this for years.
She licks a line down my neck while I walk us to the bed. When I reach it, I lay her down gently with me on top of her.
Cupping her face, I kiss her lips sweetly. Chastely. “I love you.”
“I knoooow,” she moans when I grind my hips against her. So I do it again.
“We’re wearing too many clothes,” she breathes.
“Let’s fix it then. I told you, all you have to do is ask, and I’ll make it happen.” I slide off the bed and rip my clothes off like they’re about to catch fire.
Then I put my hands on Penny’s ankles and slowly skim up her bare legs. When I reach the hem of her dress, I slide my hands up farther and take the dress with me.
“I like this dress,” I admit.
“Me too.” Her eyes are hazy with lust, and it drives me insane.
Slow is not going to be the name of the game tonight. I push her dress up over her head and take a minute to appreciate her lingerie. Running my finger along the edge of her panties, I ask, “Are these new?”
“Yes.”
