Dylan tosses my underwear aside and gazes down at me. When he glides a hand down his stomach and grips his bulging dick through his sweatpants, my whole body crackles with heat.
“Can you open up for me, baby?” he asks, stroking himself over the material.
Holy shit, okay. I swallow hard and let one thigh drop open, wrenching a groan from Dylan’s throat. “I wish you could see how good you look,” he says before kneeling in front of me. “I could eat you for every meal.” A second later, his tongue connects with my core, a sigh of pleasure tipping my head back as Dylan makes a ravenous sound against me. He pushes my thighs up and back, opening me up so he can burrow his tongue inside me before swirling it over my clit.
He continues to work his mouth on me, and a storm of pleasure begins to build between my legs until it suddenly explodes with a thousand lightning strikes, making me cry out and writhe against Dylan’s relentless tongue.
“You liked that, baby?” he asks, kissing the inside of my thighs and up my stomach before his lips land on my neck. “Not as much as I did.”
After we maul each other’s mouths with another frenzied kiss, he turns me over, wraps his arms around my torso, and pulls me up so that my back is resting against his thumping chest. His thickness rubs against my behind, drawing a heady sigh from my throat. I reach back to grip him through his pants before I tug at the waistband and sink my hand inside. A groan drifts out of him as I pull out his full length.
“See how hard you make me?” He pants against my cheek as I stroke him up and down. “I’m gonna fucking burst for you.”
We breathe haggardly against each other’s lips as I work him up and down, his fingers finding my core and sliding inside. After we feel each other everywhere for a few breathless minutes, Dylan gently guides me off him. He gets back up and hikes his shirt over his head, my hungry gaze drinking in his toned chest before he hauls his pants down his thighs and sits back down on the sofa.
Desire sparkles in his eyes as he taps the inside of his thigh. I practically lunge at him, climbing over his legs and straddling him. His gaze falls to the swollen skin between my parted legs.
“So pretty and perfect,” he says, running his fingertips through my core. He then lines up his tip with my opening and pushes inside.
My vision fogs, and my temperature climbs to a million degrees as all-consuming pleasure grips me everywhere. “Dylan,”I gasp, bracing a hand against his chest as he punches his hips up, sealing me with his full length before drawing out again.
“Look at you, taking all of me. I want to feel all of you too,” he rasps, sinking all the way inside again before dragging out. I grip his shoulders tightly while his movements turn faster and harder, his palms imprisoning my thighs, holding me in place. All concepts of time and space disappear as he continues to fill me, hard and deep, wringing every drop of pleasure from my bones. He then lifts me up and guides me around so that my back falls against his chest. The living room swims in my vision.
“That’s it. Good girl. Fuck me,” he coaxes as he drives up into me, my body meeting his with each thrust.
The intense euphoria almost becomes too much to bear until Dylan brings his lips to my ear. “You gonna come on me?” he asks in an aching voice, his thumb moving to flicker over my clit. “Please, baby. I need it.”
Another explosion erupts within me, raining lava over my insides as I cry out and collapse against him. Dylan folds his arms around me and hums a sound of appreciation into my neck while I catch my breath.
He’s still inside me, hard as stone, and I begin to gyrate my hips, loving the broken groan that scrapes out of his throat. “Is that good?” I ask. He nods against my cheek, like he can barely hold himself up. “What about this?” I whisper, grinding my body down as hard as I can before rising all the way up and sinking back down again. The pleasure cells in my body begin to quickly refill, and within seconds, we’re both moaning again as I push his thighs wider apart and ride him hard until he rasps out a sexy groan and collapses against me, his breaths ragged against my neck.
Dylan shifts around to fall back against the couch, pulling me down with him and wrapping both arms tightly around me. He deposits a run of soft kisses into the nape of my neck as I lie encased inside the warmest, loveliest, safest cradle I could imagine.
Neither of us lets go for a long time.
CHAPTERTWENTY-EIGHT
DYLAN
Jade curls deeperinto my embrace, tucking her head beneath my chin.Right where she belongs.We should probably get off the couch and put our clothes back on, but neither of us seems too pushed. I’m not thinking of going for another round—don’t get me wrong, if Jade’s hand falls in any way from where it’s pressed to my chest, my body is more than ready to go. But as I draw invisible circles on her bare shoulder, my mind drifts to what pushed her into this position in the first place.
The Quinn Brothers store.
She’s so determined to make the place work when there are much easier ways to make money. Her commitment is commendable, but at some point, she’s got to know when to throw in the towel. And if passing out on the floor from exhaustion isn’t that cue to either get some help or close up shop, I don’t know what is.
“Can I ask you something?” I say quietly in case she’s dozing.
Her hair tickles my chin when she nods. “Sure.”
“Why do you push yourself so hard?” A building and some stock hardly seem worth her health.
After a moment, she says, “The store is my family’s legacy. My grandpa and his brother opened it way back when, and then my mom and dad took over. They spent more time there than at home—we all did. ” Her soft sigh fans across my collarbone. “The store was supposed to be for Ruby and me, but it was never my sister’s dream.”
“But it’s yours?” I ask, still trying to make sense of Jade’s need to keep a sinking ship afloat. I understand legacy and commitment to family, but at some point, doesn’t she get to choose what she wants instead of living out someone else’s expectations?
I’m sure some part of my dad had been disappointed that Hayley and I decided not to go into “the family business,” but he always respected our decisions and never made us feel guilty. I’m sure Jade’s dad would be the same.
“It used to be. But lately, it feels like I don’t have time to dream,” she murmurs, reaching around my torso to tuck her hands beneath my back.
