Neither of us lets go. We lay there holding each other through panting breaths, my face buried in his neck. Even through the mud, he smells so damngood,and I can’t help but tighten my arms around him, the action drawing a sigh from the back of his throat.
My best friend’s face flashes in my mind, making me loosen my grip while Dylan’s palms skate up and down my lower back.
“Hayley,” I warn against his skin, and Dylan groans.
“Don’t say that name,” he says in my ear. When his hips tilt up a little, pressing into mine, I have to bite my lip to stop myself from moaning. “Say my name instead,” he whispers.
I search for a breath that I can’t seem to catch. “Dylan,” I murmur with a needy ache.
He growls and turns his face into me, his lips brushing my jaw with a shiver of invisible sparks. He presses his full mouth to a part of my skin that’s not covered with mud, holding his lips there and breathing against me, and my fingers glide up his shoulder and weave into his hair.
His lips begin to move against my neck, lighting little fires beneath my skin as he holds my jaw in place so that he can trace his mouth over the skin beneath my ear. When his tongue makes a tentative stroke against my neck and then comes back in for more, I turn my head and crash my lips to his, catching his groan in my mouth as I cradle his face.
His fingers bite into my waist, and he pulls me harder against him as I lose all sense of where we are and mold my mouth to his, pressing our tongues together. A rough moan rumbles from his throat as we explore each other’s mouths in a deep, hungry kiss that isn’t only wild and raw… it’s dizzying and dreamlike. It feels likebliss.If this is how Dylan King kisses every girl, no wonder he leaves a wreckage of broken hearts everywhere he goes.
That thought empties a bucket of cold water over me.
I don’t want casual.
I don’t want to be just another broken heart.
I go to pull back, but he sits up on his elbows, chasing my mouth, and I get sucked right back into the euphoria, wrapping our tongues together with a gasp.
“What the fuck?” barks a deep voice.
Dylan and I lurch apart, my head snapping up to meet Nate standing several feet away, glaring down at us with his jaw agape.
CHAPTERSIXTEEN
DYLAN
Well,fuck me sideways. Jade Quinn kisses exactly how I imagined she would. All soft lips and quiet mewls and exactly enough greedy tongue to make me lose my mind.
The asshole who just interrupted us is still growling from somewhere behind us.
Jade practically falls off me, and I have to have a serious chat with myself to keep from pulling her right back. I twist my head, meeting the narrowed gaze of a pissed-off little shithead who looks like I just fucked his mom.
“Are you kidding me right now, Jade?” Robocop grinds out, his hands clenched into fists like he wants nothing more than to kill me and bury my body right here in the mud.
Jade shrinks away from me like we just did something wrong. Which, I guess if we take Hayley’s opinion into consideration, we did. But we’re two consenting adults who kissed. Not a big deal.
“I need to talk to you,” Shithead seethes at Jade, barely sparing me a glance.
Which is probably a good thing considering that if he looked down right now, he’d see how hard my dick is. The mud squelches as Jade stumbles to her feet. I adjust myself as best I can before following her.
Jade glances over at me, her cheeks pink beneath her mud-freckles.
“Do youwantto talk to him?” I ask, keeping my voice low.
Before she can respond, Shrimpy answers for her. “Of course she wants to talk to me! Up until yesterday, she was my fucking girlfriend.”
I turn my back to him, creating a barrier between the little prick and the beautiful woman with wide, worried eyes. “Jade? Do you want to talk to him?” I ask again.
She shakes her head, and that’s all I need to know. I twist around to where Deputy Douchbag bristles on the bank. If he doesn’t stop breathing so hard, he’s gonna pop a blood vessel. “She says she doesn’t want to talk to you.”
“Who the hell asked you?”
“Shhh, the grown-ups are talking,” I cut back, turning to Jade.
