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Yes, I’d wanted her the first time I’d kissed her, but my desire for this woman had amplified to a fevered pitch since that day.
I wanted her.
I wanted Kylie.
Not just a gorgeous, redheaded stranger who had barged through my front door.
There was nothing mild or tepid about this kind of chemistry, and it had been slowly simmering since the first time I’d laid eyes on her.
Today, it had definitely reached the boiling point.
I explored her mouth with a desperation I’d never experienced before, going back for more every time I told myself to let her breathe.
She was so damn hot and so responsive that I felt like I was losing my damn mind.
“Dylan,” she moaned as I finally forced myself to let her catch her breath.
I gripped her hair and pulled her head back so I could taste the soft skin of her neck.
I gripped her ass with my other hand and pulled her hips against my rock-hard erection so there would be no doubt in her mind what she did to me.
Christ!I knew I was losing it, but the second she’d moaned my name like that, I wanted…more.
I wanted her hot, wet, and naked.
I wanted her screaming my name while she came over and over.
“Bloody hell!” I cursed as I raised my head. “You’re going to end up making me lose my mind, woman.”
There was no angst in my words, and I pulled her body flush with mine, with her head against my chest.
Somehow, I need to slow the fuck down before I scared the hell out of her.
I’d gotten temporarily lost in the feel of her lips, her soft skin, her cock-hardening scent, and her passionate response.
“I guess you actually do find me attractive,” she mumbled into my shirt, sounding stunned.
“Jesus! Did you ever doubt that?” I rasped. “It should have been rather obvious from day one.”
She pulled back until she could shoot me a sheepish grin. “I guess it’s been a while since any guy has found me irresistible or fuckable.”
I chuckled. “Then America is full of wankers. You’re much better off with an adoring Brit,” I assured her. “You’ve had my cock hard since the first time I saw you, sweetheart.”
She raised a brow. “I think there’s something seriously wrong with you, Dylan Lancaster.”
“Right now, nothing feels wrong to me at all,” I bantered as I finally released her.
“You’re twisted,” she said with a delighted laugh that made my damn chest ache. “Do you want to come with me to Newport?”
“I have a better idea,” I told her as a plan formed in my mind. A woman like Kylie deserved a lot more than a fuck on a kitchen counter. I wanted to see her happy, hear her laugh more often. “Would you fancy a weekend on the beach?”
