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Jesus!Did I really want to know about Dylan’s promiscuous sex life?
No. No, I really didn’t, but I was compelled to nod slowly because the moment was so damn intense.
His eyes never left mine as he said, “Most of the time, I was too thoroughly pissed to even care about a shag. It’s difficult to have sex when you can’t stand up straight. The orgy situation was a setup, and my behavior at the gala was a mistake. I would have walked away before all the clothing came off. I was impaired enough that I wouldn’t have been able to get to the finish line.” He lifted a hand before I could speak. “I’m not saying that I’ve ever been averse to great sex, and I sure as hell didn’t turn it down as much as Damian did. I’m just saying that it hasn’t happened over the last two years, despite the evidence that would make you think just the opposite.”
God, was what he saying actually…true? Given his logic, it was highly possible. A guy really couldn’t perform all that well when he was wasted.
Something flip-flopped inside my belly as I looked into a pair of gorgeous eyes that looked like they desperately wanted to convince me that he was sincere.
It was the most earnest and personal thing Dylan had ever divulged, and I wasn’t about to discourage him. So I tried to lighten the mood. “So, are you saying that you were all promises and no action at the gala?”
He looked relieved as he shot back, “That doesn’t mean I’m not able to completely satisfy under other circumstances.”
Oh, Lord. I’m very sure you can, Mr. Sexy.
I swore that Dylan Lancaster oozed an aura of hot, sweaty, multiple orgasm sex with every single breath he took.
That slight edginess that surrounded him did emanate a hint of danger, but it was the kind of peril a woman wanted to fall into and wallow in rather than avoid.
My forehead was dotted with perspiration just thinking about him naked and showing me just how orgasmic a little bit of riskiness could be.
I broke eye contact and took another bite of my dessert as I squeezed my thighs together before I finally squeaked, “I have no doubt you’re totally capable.”
That’s putting it mildly!
“I’m more than just capable,” he said, sounding slightly offended. “What about you? Is there a guy in Newport Beach who’s missing you in his bed?”
I nearly choked on my torte.
He’d asked that intimate question so casually that he sounded like he was talking about the weather.
I took a sip of water before I was forced to cough, and then replied, “It’s been a little bit of a dry spell for me, too,” I said vaguely, not willing to tell Dylan that it had been way too long for me.
Even longer than his two-year dry spell.
I was far from being a prude. I liked good sex. Loved it. It had just been a few years since I’d met a guy who inspired enough lust in me that I couldn’t go without it.
He grinned mischievously, a full-fledged, sexy smile that I’d never seen on his face before, and it wrecked me.
I melted into a puddle on the concrete patio floor as he said, “Then I guess we can commiserate. Although it’s very hard to believe that you aren’t fighting off a tosser or two every single day.”
I smiled because he looked disgruntled about the idea of me needing to supposedly beat off guys off me all the time. “This is Southern California, Dylan. There are stunningly beautiful women everywhere. It’s not like men are panting to have sex with me. You’ve seen me without makeup in the morning. I’m a redheaded, freckle-faced female who is incredibly average compared to a lot of women in this part of the country.” I was in good physical shape, but I was otherwise pretty boring. Even my breast size was mediocre.
“You don’t actually believe that nonsense, do you?” he asked, sounding slightly confused. “Makeup or no makeup, you’re absolutely ravishing, Kylie. You must know that. Your hair color is stunning, and your freckles, which are barely noticeable, are completely adorable.”
I snorted. “Women want to be sexy, not adorable.”
Secretly, I loved the way he was protesting my comment about being extremely ordinary, but I knew he was probably trying to be polite.
“Your freckles are extraordinarily sexy,” he clarified.
I laughed as I pushed my empty plate away. “Now I know you’re crazy. I’m not a girlie girl. I never have been. I was teased a lot in school because of my bright-red hair, my freckles, and my tendency to be more athletic than ultra-feminine.”
“I’m not sure how any man could miss that you’re female,” he answered in a husky voice. “I certainly can’t seem to ignore it.”
My eyes flew to his face, only to find nothing except sincerity in his expression. And there was something else in his eyes as they swept over me…
Something hot and immensely sensual.
