Page 14 of Dylan (Bad Boys After Dark)
She couldn’t suppress a laugh. How could he look so intent on making her wild and say something so off-the-cuff? She’d laughed so much tonight it hardly felt like a hookup. She actuallylikedhim. But she couldn’t afford distractions, especially nothim. He’d already proven he was capable of distracting her to epic proportions.
Time to get her mind back into the game.
She pushed at his chest, and he rolled willingly onto his back. The wicked glimmer in his eyes relayed his approval as she sank down upon his hard length. Oh yeah, that was nice.
“Summer has never felt so good,” he said with heat in his eyes.
He reached for her breasts, caressing her with his rough hands, and rolled her nipple between his finger and thumb, tugging just hard enough to send a spear of pleasure to her core. She swallowed a whimper, but lost herself in the next tug and moaned.
“I’m learning all my girl’s hot spots.” He tugged again, and she bit down to keep from making any sounds at all. Torture. Pure, erotic torture.
“I’m not your girl,” she insisted, and closed her eyes again, concentrating on reaching the orgasm that hovered in her periphery. She rode him fast and hard, getting lost in their rhythm as he continued to grope and tweak and drive her out of her fucking mind. She reached behind and beneath her, fondling his sac and hoping for a double rainbow.
“That’s it, baby,” he said between gritted teeth.
She was a master at making the best use of her time and had all the sexual time savers figured out. With the right partner she could come in minutes, and make him come just as quickly. But when Dylan’s big hands curled around her hips, taking control and slowing her pace, it feltsogood that her need for speed spun away. Nothing else existed except the feel of his cock driving into her, his hands controlling her, and the sound of his voice slithering over her skin as he doled out one compliment after another in a voice so full of passion she needed earplugs to escape its powers.
“God, summer girl. We’re amazing together.” He pushed his hand into her hair, cradling her head as he dragged her down for another toe-curling kiss.
Theywereamazing together, and that scared the shit out of her. She was usually so good at remaining disconnected, but Dylan didn’t allow it. Everything about him demanded attention, and for some reason he destroyed her will to resist it. The way he touched her was probably how he touched every woman he came across, but it felt intimate and personal. And he made these enticing noises in the back of his throat while they kissed, like he couldn’t get enough ofher—and she knew she’d feel him inside her for days.
“Open your eyes.” He rose beneath her, guiding her legs around his waist. “I want to see you, to make you feel good.”
Every word out of his mouth made her give up a little more control.
His hands moved lovingly down her back as he sucked her breast into his mouth, sending explosive sparks through her and taking her right up to the edge of release. He was a master at sex. A god. An…Oh God!His thumb was on her clit, massaging with masterful perfection, and she was speeding toward another climax.
“That’s it, baby, let go,” he urged in a guttural voice that sent her careening over the edge. He was right there with her, holding her so tight she could barely breathe as they both shattered, and she collapsed in his arms.
Sometime afterward—five minutes, an hour, a week…? She had no idea how much time had passed. It felt like a whirlwind second and a lifetime at once. Dylan whispered, “Summers.”
She lay against him, utterly spent and so blissfully sated she couldn’t think, much less speak.
He brushed her hair from her shoulder, moving the strands that were stuck with sweat one by one, and pressed a kiss to her cheek, then to her shoulder. She loved shoulder kisses, and the appreciative sounds slipping from her lips told of her secret pleasure. He didn’t miss a beat, lavishing her shoulder with more tender kisses. She could stay right there for a very long time and be perfectly happy, if it weren’t for one tiny problem.
This. Was. Cuddling.
She pushed off his body and squared her shoulders, meeting his gaze, and her heart tumbled in her chest. His eyes had that sleepy, sexy, that-was-so-good look, and he licked his lips like he wanted more. And she did, too, butmorein the form of being in his arms, which she added to the list of Scary as Hell Things About Dylan Bad. It went right up there with his seasonal analogies. Too bad there wasn’t a cure for those.
“Hey, summer girl,” he said sweet and rumbly.
Sweet and rumbly was her new favorite thing. He ran his fingers down her cheek, and she really liked that, too. He doled out so many little pleasures she hadn’t allowed herself to even dream of.
“You okay?”
“No,” she said, uncoiling their bodies and stepping off the bed on wobbly legs. She shook her head as she gathered her clothes and held a finger up to shush him. “Don’t speak. Not a word, with that brain-numbing voice of yours.”
He chuckled as he shifted to the edge of the bed and rid himself of the condom, then sauntered into the bathroom, giving her a great view of his oh-my-god-I-want-to-touch-it ass. His broad shoulders barely cleared the doorframe, and his torso whittled down to his waist in a perfect vee.Ugh!If she stayed there any longer she’d be doodling their names in a heart.
She pulled on her panties and jeans, put on her cami, and carried her bra and blouse. She grabbed her boots on the way to the living room, silently chiding herself for tossing her phone aside. How could she have gone without it for so long? She snagged it and her bag from the living room and turned, smacking right into Dylan’s bare chest.
“In a hurry?”
He wore his low-slung jeans and nothing else. She took one long, last look, needing it to hold her over for the rest of her life, because really, what other man could live up tohim? Oral sex?Pure titillating pleasure. Regular sex?A-plus-plus-plus. Sexy voice?Nailed it. His finger dragging down her arm to her fingertips?
Wait. What?
Her eyes dropped to his fingers lightly touching hers. Why did that have to feel so good? So simple, and so…Dylan?
