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“Dylan,” I say in a hushed tone.
No answer again.
Screw it. Either way, Dylan needs to get his ass out of bed, and I need to brush my teeth.
Two birds. One stone.
“I’m coming in,” I announce.
I push the door open, surprised when I find Dylan’s bed made. Did he sleep here last night? Every inch of his room is clean and organized down to the positioning of the remotes on his nightstand. He’s such a weirdo. I have never known anyone who needs order like Dylan.
I open the bathroom door and take a step back when a cloud of steam smacks me in the face.
Dylan is here. Shit.
He’s standing in front of the mirror with a towel wrapped around his waist. Dylan was always lean muscle, but now his stomach has peaks and valleys that make me want to run my fingers across his skin.
“Ash?” Dylan cocks his head at me. “What are you doing?”
Water drips from his curly brown hair and trickles down his cheek. His thick chest and muscular arms are still damp, and my eyes fall to the little bit of hair that dips beneath his towel.
“See something you like?” His deep voice pulls me from my sex-induced haze.
“Umm…”
Where is my voice when I need it?
My head is foggy, like this bathroom. I need to get away from him… or say something that doesn’t make me sound like an idiot.
Dylan flashes one of his panty-dropper grins even I’m not immune to after all these years. “Cat got your tongue?”
“No. I can’t find my toothpaste,” I manage to choke out. “Can I borrow some of yours?”
“You can’t borrow toothpaste because that would imply you’re giving it back. Unless you plan on letting me stick my tongue in your mouth to retrieve it.”
I stare at him in horror.
Dylan laughs and then nods at the toothpaste sitting between the double sinks. “Go for it.”
I nudge Dylan with my hip, even though there’s plenty of room for both of us. The intensity in his eyes pricks my skin with tiny bumps.
We brush our teeth, staring at each other in the mirror. Electricity pulses between us and sets fire to my skin. I spit and rinse. He does the same and then places his toothbrush in the cabinet.
Dylan spins me around to face him and grips my hips, pushing my backside into the sink. “You came into my bathroom while I was in the shower. Don’t pretend you’re some naïve girl and walked in on me on accident.”
“It was an accident,” I spit out. “When I saw your bed was made, I didn’t think you were home.”
“I make it as soon as I wake up.” He leans closer, invading my personal space. “It teaches you discipline. You should try it sometime. Then, you won’t have to worry about running out of toothpaste.”
He slides his hand up my side and cups the bottom of my breast. “Do you remember how good it felt when I bit your nipples?” His tone is sexy but taunting. “Tugged them so hard you cried out for me to make you come.”
I moan in response.
He made me feel so good.
A high I never wanted to end.
A drug I could not kick.
He looks as wild as I do, driven by our intense need for each other. I miss him, but after our epic breakup, I made a promise to myself.
No more mistakes with Dylan.
No more anything with Dylan.
His lips hover over my neck, and I moan when the heat from his breath warms my skin. Damn, why does it have to feel this good to be touched by Dylan? And why do I want it so much?
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
Annoyed and beyond sexually frustrated, I step out of his grip, accidentally running my fingers along his stomach. His towel loosens and before I have time to prepare, it falls to the floor. Until now, I’d forgotten how much I love the sight of him naked. I mean, seriously, wow.
I cough to cover the soft moan that escapes my lips and turn away from him, now facing the open door. We need some space. If I don’t get out of this bathroom right now, I might explode.
Dylan moves behind me and breathes against my ear. I expect him to make another dirty gesture. Instead, he places my toothbrush in my hand.
“You forgot this. Be ready in thirty minutes, or I’m leaving without you.”
Chapter Thirteen
Ash
Willow flips hair over her shoulder and peels back the foil on her burrito. She sinks her teeth into the tortilla, chomping loudly in my ear.
“What are you going to do about Dylan?”
I roll my shoulders. “Nothing, I guess. I don’t know. Our living situation is complicated.”
She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and giggles. “I bet he’s making it hard for you.”
I snort with laughter and almost choke on the rice in my mouth. “You have no idea. I saw him naked this morning.”
