Page 2 of Dylan (Bad Boys After Dark)
Now, that was a plan she could get on board with, except for one minor worry. “You’re my colleague’s brother. I’m not sure you’re thesmartestchoice for me tonight.”
He flashed a wicked grin that she was sure opened many bedroom doors. “A gentleman never tells.”
“You might just be the perfect man.” Her phone vibrated again. She glanced at it, noting a follow-up email from Allison, and the time. It was nearly midnight. Dylan’s hand traveled further up her thigh, his fingertips sneaking beneath her skirt. He was brazen, and she liked that in a man.
He eyed her phone with a smirk and pressed his large hand to her cheek. His thumb moved over her lower lip and hooked behind her front teeth. Her entire body electrified as he delved deeper, brushing the tip over her tongue.
“When I get done with you, you will have forgotten what that thing in your hand is.”
He was smooth, practiced, and knew exactly what he was doing.Thank God. She had so little time for sex, she couldn’t afford to waste it with a guy who needed to be shown. Sliding her purse over her shoulder and still clutching her phone, she turned to step off the stool. His hand traveled even higher up her leg, a fingertip away from brushing over her sex, and she felt herself go damp. Her pulse accelerated with the urge to slide forward on her barstool and let him feel what he was doing to her, but she wasn’t ready to give him the upper hand.
She casually moved his hand and rose to her feet.
He spoke in a greedy voice directly into her ear. “We’re going to have to change your name.” He swung his jacket over his shoulder and guided her toward the door.
“You’re far too hot forWinters.” He pushed the door open and lowered his mouth to her neck, grazing his teeth along the base—the absolutemostsensitive spot on her entire body—and sending shivers down her spine. “From now on, you’re mySummers.”
As her body flamed and her insides melted, her mind struggled to figure out how he knew her nameandto deny what he’d just said. She was noman’sanything. She turned to tell him just that, and he backed her up against the brick wall. A cool breeze sailed over her skin as he grabbed her wrists and pinned them beside her head, trapping her between the wall and his hard body. He claimed her mouth with fierce domination. The way he ate at her mouth and his hips gyrated against hers with no care about being out in public should have had her fighting harder to regain the upper hand. But the harder she fought to reclaim her rational thoughts, the more she craved him. Every part of her tingled and burned for more. Her nipples tightened to painful peaks, her sex throbbed, and her knees weakened. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d encountered someone so potently male, if ever, and she fucking loved it. Shocked at her own hungry response to his ravishment, she gave in to the unfamiliar thrills racing through her and returned his efforts with reckless abandon. But the more she gave, the softer the kisses became, until his lips were brushing lightly over hers, taunting her. He pulled back with every crane of her neck as she sought more. Still restraining her arms, he put space between their bodies. Cool airwhooshedbetween them, causing her nipples to prickle even more painfully with the need to be touched.
“Oh, yes,” he said with a territorial look in his eyes. “You’re mySummers, all right.”
As blood began to flow to her brain again, the realization of her loss of control was staggering. She lifted her chin and wrenched her hands free. Holding his challenging and so-fucking-hot gaze, she grabbed hold of his loosened tie and tugged him in for another scorching kiss. When she felt his muscles relax, she spun him against the wall with athud, grinning at the shock registering in his gorgeous eyes.
“I’m no man’sanything. But you can bemystress relief for the next hour.” She dragged her hand down his impressively broad chest and over his taut abs, still clutching her phone, and cupped the formidable bulge in his trousers.
“That is,ifyou can keep it up that long.”
MICK HAD WARNED Dylan that beyond her gorgeous good looks and curvaceous figure, Tiffany Winters was a cutthroat negotiator who ate men for breakfast—and not at all the type of woman Dylan usually went for. He had a thing for needy, submissive women. Taking care of their every whim gave him great pleasure, and they usually returned his efforts threefold in the bedroom. Give him a night with a damsel in distress and he’d turn her into a very gratified Princess Orgasm in no time. But Tiffany hadchallengewritten all over her, and Dylan never backed down from a challenge. Especially not from a gorgeous blonde with a sassy mouth whose lip-lock left him harder than steel. He’d felt all those lush curves arching into him, begging for more.
He went to hail a cab. Tiffany stepped out in front of him, waving her long, slender fingers, and hailed one first. Oh yeah, this hot little number was all about control. Tonight just got a whole lot more interesting.
He reached the cab door before she did, holding it open as she slid her fine ass onto the seat. Her tight black skirt inched up her thighs.Just the way I like it. Dylan took the seat beside her, leaving no space between them. Before he could tell the driver his address, she rattled it off.
Reclaiming the thigh he’d enjoyed inside the bar, he wrapped his other arm around her and gathered her hair in his hand, holding on tight. “Did Mick tell you where I live?”
Her green eyes filled with amusement. “Why? Do you live someplace impressive? Are you neighbors with Leonardo DiCaprio? Because if you are, I have a bone to pick with him for bidding against one of my clients.”
Sassy, sexy, and a sense of humor? Tonight was his lucky night. He realized she must live in his building. Not that he cared if they were neighbors. Hell, if tonight went well, that would make it easier to hook up on busy nights.
“No. Because I live at the address you just gave the driver.”
Concern slowly tightened all her beautiful features as she realized what that meant. He distracted her the best way he knew how, by pushing his hand beneath her skirt and over her hip as she processed his response. Her eyes widened, then quickly narrowed.
“Don’t worry, Summers. I’m not a stalker. The question is: Are you?”
As his mouth came down over hers, she breathed a little harder. Her phone buzzed in her hand, and he felt her breathing hitch as if she might break the kiss to check the message. He refused to release her, kissing her until she went soft in his arms again. As the cab slowed, she shifted her hips, allowing him to push his hand over the thin layer of lace covering her ass. His cock twitched with anticipation. Lace, soft, supple curves, and the needy moan escaping her lungs were three of Dylan’s favorite things. When she grabbed his collar with two hands, still clutching the damn phone, and took the kiss deeper, he thought he’d died and gone to heaven. And when she spread her legs and angled her body, giving him access to her sweet, hot center, he moved aside her panties and buried his fingers three knuckles deep.
She moaned again, a long, low crooning sound filling his mouth. She clung to his shirt with one hand, dropping the phone to her lap, and palmed him through his pants. This woman didn’t care that they were in a cab, and he sure as fuck didn’t either. He crooked his finger, seeking the spot that would take her over the edge, and she wiggled and shifted, guiding his efforts until a long, relieved breath sailed from her lungs into his. He drew back from their kiss, desperate to see Little Miss Control giving it up. Her lips were swollen from the force of their kisses, her breathing shallow, and the flush on her skin made him want to tear off her pretty white blouse and taste every inch of her aroused flesh.
A sinful smile formed across her beautiful face, and he took her in another ravenous kiss, unleashing the wild, hungry beast in both of them. He tugged her long hair, angling her head back so he could claim that luscious neck of hers. He kissed and sucked, still teasing her down below. His thumb moved over her clit as his fingers moved in and out of her slick heat. She sucked in a multitude of sharp breaths and gripped his cock so tight he groaned. And then her hips bucked off the seat and she cried out. He smothered her cries with another kiss, swallowing her moans and reveling in the tight clenching of her sex. He wanted to bury his mouth between her long, lean legs and devour her.
As she came down from the peak, he trailed kisses over her lips, loving the sweet sighs escaping them. He withdrew his fingers, and she squeezed her thighs together with a sexy whimper. He couldn’t suppress a grin at her neediness. He swiped his glistening fingers over her lower lip, then sucked that pink, plump lip between his teeth. She was still palming his cock, rubbing it with tight, even strokes, but she was barely breathing, and there was so much lust brimming in her eyes he wondered if she even realized she was doing it. He couldn’t resist kissing her again, hard and rough, pushing the limits, testing her boundaries, and earning another seductive sound of appreciation.
When their mouths parted, she lifted her chin, narrowed her gorgeous green eyes, and flashed a haughty grin, as if she’d flicked a switch from vixen to assessor.
“I’d say that was a solid seven and a half. I hope you can perform better than that.”
Oh, you little minx. He liked her sharp wit almost as much as he liked that sassy mouth of hersonhis. “Don’t you worry, summer girl. Now that I know what you’re used to, I’ll give more than ten percent effort.”
