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I hesitate.
Dylan moistens his lips, and lays his head back on the sofa. "What’s wrong?"
"Nothing, I’m just feeling a bit...shy."
"I hope you're not doubting how fucking gorgeous you are, Sky." He runs a finger along the front of my T-shirt, circling around my breast. "I’ve spent a lot of time the last few days fantasising about your tits."
His sudden, growled honesty arrests me further. "I noticed."
Eyes shining, Dylan puts his hands behind his head. "So…?"
The last time anyone saw me naked in the daylight was around five years ago. Correction—the last time anyone saw me naked in the daylight and was aroused by the sight was five years ago. Grant and I would often dress or undress together, but his reaction was never the same as the one going on inside Dylan’s shorts.
The curve and heat of his chest begs my breasts to be squashed against them, and the desire to connect skin on skin pushes out the possibility he might not like what he sees. I pull my T-shirt over my head, and let the white, satin bra slip down my arms to the floor.
Dylan’s gaze caresses my nakedness, and he cups my breasts again. "You’re fucking beautiful," he says as he closes his mouth around my nipple, and sucks gently.
I swear I’m ready to rip all my clothes off and let him show me the rest of his obvious sexual prowess. Curling my fist into his damp hair, I gasp at the wet heat flooding straight to between my legs. Dylan grips my hips, holding me to him as his mouth continues its attention to my skin.
The ridges of his muscled back are like nothing I’ve felt before—his skin softer than I imagined. As he switches to my other breast, I dig my nails into his back, convinced I’ll fall backwards to the floor if he lets go. Every muscle in my body has lost all strength, my sole focus Dylan. His scent. His touch. His warmth. After three days, this shouldn’t feel so natural.
Dylan shifts, twisting and laying me onto the sofa, covering his body with mine. The weight of him smothers me but this is what I want. I think. Crushing his mouth on mine, he runs his hard fingers along my naked leg, to the edge of the fabric of my denim shorts. An embarrassing whimper escapes me as he slides his hand between my legs, the barrier of the material between his fingers and my sex.
"Oh!"
He stops abruptly withdrawing his hand. "What’s wrong?"
"No, nothing. It’s fine."
Dylan shifts his weight from me, propping himself on one elbow. "Sorry. You’re right. I don’t think we should."
I’m right? When did I indicate I didn’t want this? "No, honestly, I’m good…"
Heart hammering against my chest, I extend my hand and place it on his chest, recognising the matching beat. The colourful sleeve of tattoos stops around his shoulder, and I run a finger along the edge.
"No. I said. This isn’t good." Dylan moves away completely, face flushed and I stare wide-eyed.
"What’s wrong?"
"I said last night." He pulls his T-shirt back over that perfect physique I planned on exploring. "What if we spoil this?"
"This? What’s this? Two strangers having a holiday romance?"
He blinks. "Yeah, kind of, but this is more, Sky. You're worth more."
"This doesn’t have to be more," I say, a sweaty, panting mess in front of him.
He runs fingers through his hair. "I told you what happens when I fuck girls, I don’t want to have that with you, I want to…"
Omigod. Fucking. Again."Be friends?" I cross my arms over my naked chest and scrabble around on the floor for my top.
"Yes…no… Fuck, I don’t know. The last couple of days with you have been amazing. There’re a few more before you need to leave—I don’t want to ruin things."
The pink in my face caused by his touch and kisses is replaced with embarrassment from his words. I climb off him, stumbling as I do and pull the top over my head.
"Don’t let me down so gently, Dylan. If I’m not the kind of girl you like tofuck, fine. Just say."
"Sky, in case you didn't notice, I have a hard-on the size of fucking Florida here. You’re sexy as hell. And I wasn’t going tofuckyou. You deserve more."
