Page 55 of Dylan (Bad Boys After Dark)
And he did.
A lot.
He kissed her slowly and sensually, holding open her mouth, sweeping his tongue over hers, sending tingling heat down her limbs. They stumbled into the bathroom. When he took the kiss deeper, her back met the bathroom wall, and they slid along the tile. He stripped off her clothes, and she helped with his, and then their hands were everywhere. They kissed and groped, their slick bodies writhing together like mating snakes. She was certain she’d burst with need. As if he’d read her mind, he kissed her so perfectly sweet and rough they slithered down to the bathroom floor, their bodies intertwined.
She rocked against him, aching to feel him filling her. “I need you, Dylan,” she panted out.
“Condom. Bedroom.” He pushed up on his palms and she held him still.
Her heart was beating so hard she could barely think. She wanted him. All of him.Now. “You said you’re clean?”
“Yes.”
“Me too. I’m on birth control, so…” She angled her hips until his broad head rested at her entrance. “I want to feel you. All of you. And I don’t want to wait another second.”
Their mouths met as their bodies joined together, and his hands moved down her hips, beneath her, squeezing the curve of her ass, then along her thighs, and beneath her bottom again. His kisses were deep and intoxicating. Lifting her hips, he sank deeper into her, stroking over the secret spot that sent an explosion of pleasure radiating outward from her core. She moaned, every muscle taut, vying for the pinnacle, which was just out of reach. He lavished her mouth as she disappeared into the feel of his hard heat inside her, filling her completely, then withdrawing painfully slowly, making her ache and crave.
“More. Faster. Harder,” she heard herself beg.
He slammed into her, earning moans and gasps that echoed off the bathroom walls. Then he slowed, loving her tenderly. She grabbed his hair, holding his glorious mouth to hers and growing desperate for release. He gripped her ass, holding her hips tight against his as he drove into her time and time again. Each thrust brought her closer to release.
“Summers—”
He moved away from her mouth, and she mourned the loss. Then his eyes came into focus, brimming with so much emotion, so much desire, she couldn’t focus, could onlywant. He guided her legs around his waist, fucking her deeper, until she shattered into a million little pieces, setting off a series of loud, hungry sounds. She clung to him, her body quaking, her mouth spewing needy, greedy demands. And then he kissed her again, and all those pieces came spiraling back together as if he were a magnet, taking her right up to the edge again with each exquisite stroke of his tongue, every powerful thrust of his hips.
He reared back, his skin a mash of colorful paint, his eyes black as night, tension in every taut muscle.
“God, baby. I’m soyours.” He buried his face in her neck, his masculine scent surrounding her, his strong hands clinging to her, claiming all of her. And then his arms pushed beneath her torso, his strong hands clutched her shoulders, cradling her body as tight against him as two people could get.
“Yours, Summers. Only yours.”
The heat of his hard length hitting all the right spots, the depth of their emotions, and the lustful sound of his voice pushed her over the edge again, and he was right there with her. His breath halted, then exploded with each pulse of his release as they both dissolved into a sea of pleasure.
Dylan rose above her, his eyes sweeping over her features. He was covered in paint and sweat and the glow of a happy, sated man.
“We blurred your lines, summer girl.” He stood, bringing her up against him. The bathroom floor and walls were covered with paint. Dylan’s hair was caked with paint, the expressive pictures she’d painted so carefully were smeared, imprinted with their passion.
She went up on her toes and touched her lips to his. “You promised me a kaleidoscope of colors. I think we hit a solid nine point nine.”
His eyes heated again. Would they ever get enough of each other? That look made her stomach go ten types of crazy again, and when he grabbed her ass and pulled her against him, she felt his arousal. She was glad she wasn’t alone in her insatiable sexual appetite.
“I also promised you I’d love every inch of you until you can think of nothing other than how good we are together. We’re just getting started.” He reached into the shower and turned it on. His mouth came demandingly down over hers, and she went willingly—into the shower, into the hall, into his wonderfully big bed…
“I THINK I’VE found my new favorite position.” Dylan’s arm circled Tiffany’s waist, keeping her back flush with his chest. They fit like two pieces of a puzzle, perfectly snug. Her body was soft and warm, her breathing even, sated.
“We should clean that paint.”
“I’ll do it tomorrow,” he said, kissing her neck.
“This is cuddling,” she said in a voice void of energy, but he felt her heartbeat quicken.
“Move and I’ll spank your ass.”
She wiggled her ass against his cock and he gave her a hard smack on her butt cheek. She gasped, then giggled, staying perfectly still.
“We’re not calling itcuddling. We’re calling it…” He tried to come up with a term she’d appreciate. Something that would take the fear of cuddling off the table.
“Due diligence?” she suggested.
