Page 29 of One Last Time?
“That wasn’t the kind of kiss we say good night to.”
That wasn’t the kind of kissIwanted to say good night to. “Do we?”
He raised his brows, and that desire came back to his eyes. “I should.”
That whole no-strings-attached mantra he’d sold me earlier started singing in my mind, much louder than that whole client thing, and I remembered my new resolution. No more of these so-called nice guys who took advantage of me. Just for once, I’d like to see what it was like to be like my sisters and be with the no-strings-attached guy.
“Because of work?” I offered.
“Yeah.”
I stepped up to him. “What if… what if I was the one who slept with you? You could hardly be blamed for that.”
His eyes widened. “Fuck.”
“I know, it’s perfect, right? I could even do all the work.” I thought I would drive him crazy by saying that. “Just one time, and we could say it was my fault.”
I didn’t know where I got this bravado from, but I liked it. I liked this new version of me, and she wasn’t going anywhere.
He cupped my face and trailed his thumb over the curve of my jaw, sending shivers of delight all over my skin.
“Can’t let you take all the blame, Taylor.” Molten desire filled his eyes
“No?”
He tilted my face up. “No, it would be wrong because I don’t want you to do all the work.”
I smiled, stepped away from him, and opened the front door. “Well, then, Dylan Patterson, do you want to sleep with me?”
That sinful smile that washed over his face as he came inside curled my toes, then the earth-shattering kiss he pressed to my lips gave me my answer. Bone-tingling and wild with passion, he kissed me with greedy possession.
Lost in the kisses, we moved into the living room, where he pinned me against the wall. The little night-light came on in the corner, bathing us in a soft sexy glow that was just bright enough for us to see each other.
Eager for him to explore me, I pressed my head into the wall when his mouth moved from my lips, placing fiery kisses all along my neckline and down my chest, where he bunched up my little dress. He gave me a devilish smile when the straps fell down my shoulders, exposing the swells of my breasts.
“Take your clothes off for me, Taylor, the way you did the other night. I want everything gone.”
I stepped out of my pumps, gathered the dress at the hem, and pulled it over my head. It loosened the band holding my hair up in a ponytail, so as my dress came off, my hair tumbled down my arms in long waves.
He stared at my breasts and ran his finger down the line of my deep cleavage and across the swells pulsing through the black lace of my bra.
While he did that, I snapped the little butterfly clasp open and shrugged out of it. Pure sex heated up his eyes as my breasts spilled out and swayed toward him.
He continued to watch in satisfaction when I stepped out of my panties, and raw hunger seeped into his smile when I straightened, naked before him.
“Is this what you want?” I asked inclining my head to the side.
“Yes, every inch of you, mine for tonight.”
“Tonight?” I asked, tugging on his shirt.
“One night. Tonight. All night.” He pulled his shirt over his head, unveiling his fantasy body.
I had to take a moment to stare because he was so perfect.
Dylan was all hard muscle. The kind that was comparable to the military types I’d seen Mia with, but his held an athletic beauty and craft with deep contours and planes that made my mouth water from the sheer gorgeous perfection.
That smile of his returned, and he cupped my breasts, lowering his head to nuzzle his face between them, then kissing his way over to my left nipple, which he took into his mouth.
