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“Snuggling? That’s it?”
Dylan shrugged. “Thought you were tired.”
She lifted her face, gifting him with the most beautiful smile. “I don’t think I’ll ever be too tired for you, Dylan.”
He crossed the room and seated himself next to her. She climbed onto him, straddling his lap with her legs before he could draw a breath or stop her. And he wouldn’t have stopped her for any reason.
She pressed her lips hard and fast to his mouth in a decadent kiss that he knew he’d cross broken glass in his bare feet to experience. This girl was wrapped securely around his soul at least for now.
Dylan attached his hands to her ass and pulled her tight into his hardening cock. She smiled even as the volcanic kiss continued. Her lips slid to his face, his jawline, his ear. She nibbled one lobe and ground herself down on his cock, which was already as hard as granite.
“I swear I only brought you hear to sleep, but now that you’ve gotten my blood up. What do you intend to do about it?” He lifted his hips, pressing his cock hard between her legs. Even between the layers of their clothing, she had to feel his exuberant lust.
“My intention is to strip you naked and take advantage. Then I might be tired enough to sleep.”
“Want to pull the bed out or just go for it on the sofa?”
She stopped kissing his neck and backed off of his lap to stand up. Her expression was difficult to read but looked much like she silently debated something vital.
“What’s up?” Dylan also stood but kept his distance, not touching her. “Did I say something wrong?”
“Before I met you and Hunter, the only sex I’d ever had was half dressed on a sofa. It happened more than once. And to be quite honest, although it wasn’t loathsome or painful, it also wasn’t very satisfying any of the times I experienced it before.”
Dylan grinned. “So you’re currently debating whether or not to let me erase all those bad memories, right?”
“Stop reading my mind.”
He kissed her cheek, then slid his palms down her sides to her hips. “I’m happy to do it, you know. Take away all those poor recollections of sofa sex and give you something new to think about.”
Did she have any doubt that he could change her mind about sofa sex?
Her eyes closed for a moment, and she seemed to listen as he continued, “I could just unbutton and unzip your pants. Slide them over your hips until I can get my face between your thighs”—he spoke in his sexiest voice, smoothing his hand over her ass right before squeezing one cheek—“and then lick you into multiple levels of exuberant satisfaction.” To illustrate, he drew the tip of his tongue along the edge of her lower lip.
“I have no doubt as to your skills, and likely you could erase the memories, but let’s just pull the bed out this time, okay?”
Dylan whispered in her ear, “Okay. But the next time we find ourselves all alone on a sofa, I’m gonna pull your panties to your knees, and bring you off with my tongue no matter who is watching us, is it a deal?”
She giggled. “Deal.”
Together they removed the sofa cushions, pulled the bed out, and unfolded it. Luckily, there were sheets in place. They smelled freshly washed, and that was an unexpected bonus.
He pulled his shirt off, turned around to kick his shoes off, and heard her ask, “Is that a bumblebee tattoo on your back?”
“Yep.” Unbuckling his jeans next, he shoved them down his legs and she got a view of his ass.
A glance over his shoulder and he caught her staring at his butt, and almost licking her lips at the sight. She smiled lightly, and asked, “Is there an interesting story involving being drunk to go along with it?”
“Possibly.” He straightened back up. He didn’t really want to talk about his ex. She and Lilianna were so incredibly different, he didn’t want to taint the current “let’s have sex” moment with bad memories.
“And did you get the one on your wrist at the same time?” Her playful tone of voice melted his heart, and his dismal recollections faded away.
He turned around and flashed her another seductive grin. “Nope. I’ve got a whole different story for that one.”
