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My eyes slam shut as he thrusts deeper inside me, hitting all the right spots. “Stop talking about my brother and make me come.”
Dylan stops moving, his fingers still inside me. “What do you want, Ash?”
I blow out a deep breath. “As in what are we doing?”
“Yeah.”
“How female of you.”
“Don’t get cute,” he snaps. “I need to know what you want. Give me an answer. No more games.”
Covering his hand with mine, I help guide his fingers in and out of me so painfully slow every part of my body tingles. “I want you, Dylan. Is that what you want to hear?”
“It’s a start.”
We move in unison until his fingers bring me to the peak of my climax, and right before I’m about to come, he withdraws his hand.
“What are you doing?”
“Patience,” he says and then slides his fingers along my bottom lip, shoving them into my mouth.
He rakes his teeth along my neck, and tiny bumps run down my arms from the intense wave of pleasure that sweeps over me. Within seconds, he’s on top of me, spreading my thighs apart with his knee.
“I hate myself,” he admits.
“You said the same thing seven years ago.”
“The guilt never fades,” he says with heat in his eyes. “Sloan could have found out about us. I could have fucked up everything we built together.”
“We should tell him the truth,” I suggest.
“About everything?”
I nod. “I don’t want to be your secret anymore.”
He shifts his weight on top of me, leaning on his elbow for support. His hand starts moving again, his fingers inching into me. “You drive me crazy, Ash. You always did and probably always will.”
Dylan thrusts inside me, sliding my shirt over my breasts. He sucks my nipple into his warm mouth, peeking up at me with the tiny bud between his teeth. When my body trembles, heat sweeps over me in waves.
He was always good with his mouth, his hands, his cock. Dylan craves perfection. He wants to be good at everything, and that part of his personality has always extended to our sex life.
For a moment, I forget that Dylan is my older brother’s best friend and business partner. He’s still my first crush, first kiss, first love. No matter how much time has passed or what we endured together, those are three things I can never take away from Dylan.
After he makes me come, Dylan kisses me so hard and fast my head spins. “I love how sensitive you are,” he whispers. “The way you respond to even the slightest touch.”
“You have a gift,” I joke.
Dylan laughs, and then his tongue sweeps inside my mouth, tangling with mine. Starting at my shoulder, he runs his fingers down my arm, and when our lips separate, I miss the closeness to him.
“Are you going to tell my brother about us?”
“It’s about time we told him.”
“You want to do it together?”
“He should hear it from both of us.”
“We should tell him in a restaurant.”
He laughs. “So, he doesn’t kill us?”
“Pretty much. He might be less inclined to throw a punch if we’re in public.”
Dylan presses a kiss to my forehead, my nose, and then my lips. “Close your eyes, beautiful. You need your rest.”
“For someone worried about my sleep, why did you wake me? I was in the middle of a nice dream…”
“Was it about me?” He wiggles his eyebrows. “It was dirty, wasn’t it?”
“Get out,” I snort with laughter. “Your ego is taking up too much room.”
Dylan chuckles, his strong arms holding me against his chest. “Fine. Don’t tell me. I know you dream about me.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Dylan
I sit up and lean back against the headboard, attempting not to wake Ash as I watch her sleep. She purrs softly, and I swear I have never seen a more beautiful sight.
A while passes before Ash rolls onto her back. She rubs her eyes and then glances over at me.
“Were you watching me sleep?”
I brush a strand of hair out of her eyes and smile.
“Creeper,” she says, laughing. “Why do you do that? It’s so weird.”
“You look happy when you sleep.”
She smiles in response, her arms raised above her head to yawn. Her stomach growls loudly, and she covers it with her hand.
“I want pancakes,” she says, making circular motions over her belly. “Feed me.”
“Bacon?”
“Duh, as if you had to ask.”
I clasp my hands in front of me and jokingly bow like a genie. “Your wish is my command.”
She laughs, propping herself up on her elbow to kiss my cheek. “Today is the day. Are you ready?”
Nerves shake through me. “Not really.”
Ash wraps her fingers around my wrist, peeking up at me with those blue eyes that gut me every time. “We’ll do this together.”
“It’s not the same for you. My life is about to implode.”
“Sloan will eventually get over it and forgive you.” She shoves her fingers through my messy hair and smiles. “It won’t be as bad as you think.”
