Page 28 of One Last Time?
“What did you say?”
“I told him she had a face like a dog’s ass and an ass like a whale.”
I laughed. “You actually said that?”
“Yeah.”
* * *
That little while I’d planned to walk on the beach with him turned out to be the whole afternoon. We stayed out until late, walked to the marina, and sat on the sand continuing the discussion until it got so late the place was quiet. I completely lost track of the time.
It was nearly eleven when he walked me back to the house. My empty, sister-free house that was starting to get that way a lot these days.
Dylan and I lingered on the porch still talking. I was amazed I’d spoken so much to him, and with such ease too, about nothing whatsoever to do with work.
He’d just been telling me about his last vacation. It was a wild trip to Aspen. Silence then filtered into the space between us, and it was that natural pause in the moment that should have given me the chance to say good night. Except, I found I didn’t want to. I should, but that part of me that had kissed him the other day had gotten completely sucked into him and his wild personality. His wild no-strings-attached personality that lived the kind of life everyone I knew did.
The corners of his mouth turned up into a smooth, sexy smile as he looked at me.
“Thanks for today, Dylan. I never expected to spend the whole evening with you. You’re not half bad.” I nodded.
He laughed. “Not half bad? I gave you my best stories, and that’s all I get.”
“Okay, you’re notthatbad at all, then. It was nice to meet this version of you.” It was. If only for tonight. “FYI, you seem more human like this. I could almost like you.” I leaned against the smooth wall.
He moved closer and rested his hand above my head. “Almost?Is that the part of you that kissed me talking?”
“You kissed me. That was your fault.” I chuckled.
“You kissed me back,a lot. If your dad hadn’t come in, that would have been my ass fired.”
I gasped and pretended to be surprised. “Dylan Patterson, are you suggesting that kiss would have turned into more?”
Under the porch light, his eyes held a sheen to them, but when the normal light blue of his eyes darkened with sinful, sensual desire, I absolutely noticed.
“Yes, I had that naked image of you in my head. There was no turning back. Are you saying it wouldn’t have turned into more?”
I wouldn’t even try to tamp down what I’d felt that night, but I thought I’d do a little more teasing and make him think otherwise. “No, and… now that I know that and your unique circumstances with your clients, it would be very wrong of me to tempt you and keep you out so late on a school night,” I teased, running my fingers leisurely over the hard wall of his chest. When I stopped and tried to move past him, he caught my arm, pulling me back.
“Really?”
I smiled back at him playfully, like I could really play with him and tease him and do nothing, but I was kidding myself. That pull of wild chemistry rippled within me. It had been present all through the evening. It started with a sparkle in the pit of my stomach and grew as time went by. Now, it was full blown and coursing through my body with savage energy, which only intensified as he lifted my chin and lowered his head toward me, slanting his mouth over mine.
A blast of electricity scorched my nerves as soon as his lips brushed over mine. It took me by complete surprise. I’d assumed this was going to be like the kiss from the other night.
I was very wrong.
This kiss tasted like wild need, filled with that wildness he spoke about. Raw, intense urgency stoked by carnal ferocity that stirred my soul and compelled me to yield to the hunger that took me.
Hunger for more.
Pure undiluted pleasure pulsed through my veins as his hot tongue tangled with mine in a desperate dance that lit up my body with the urgent need to possess him. The kiss turned unimaginably hungrier, and damn it, the evil creature he was pulled away from me, much to my annoyance, leaving me gasping, my mouth burning from the heat of the kiss.
He stepped back.
“I should go,” he breathed.
“Should?”
