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The want from yesterday courses through my veins with the alcohol, and I answer him with a mouth-mashing kiss, parting my lips, allowing his tongue to play with mine. As soon as I taste him, I want more—all of him. We kiss fiercely, gripping hair, nipping lips, giving in to everything we’re hiding.
Maybe he's using clever words as a way to get into the not-small-enough knickers I'm wearing, but I don't care. Who am I kidding every time I say I don't want him?
I make a soft noise of disappointment as he pulls away. "So? Tell me. What do you want me to do?" he asks.
I promised myself I wouldn’t do this again but the effect this man has on me is insane. I shiver beneath his gaze. "Kiss me again."
"Is that all?"
Grabbing Dylan’s head, I pull him to me, losing myself in his taste and scent, the skilful kisses unravelling me further. He pulls away and slides his mouth down my neck, darting his tongue into the hollow causing another shiver to run through me.
Dylan slowly slides a hand beneath my shirt, and I arch towards him so his palm reaches my breast. Through the satin fabric, he rubs a nipple with his thumb, placing his other hand next to me on the counter as he leans in, tracing more kisses along my neck. As he presses into me, Dylan’s comments about erections and Florida make sudden sense.
"Anything else?" he asks, breathing shallow. The fact I'm affecting his breathing too is a huge turn on.Me. I do this to him. Dylan continues his attention to my breast, teasing my nipple with his fingers. "Tell me what else."
Alcohol paving the road ahead, I wave goodbye to modesty and drag my top over my head. I unhook my bra, pushing the straps from my arms and fix Dylan with a challenging expression. He pulls off his T-shirt and adds it to the growing pile of clothes on the floor, and I place a hand on the smooth muscles, dragging my fingernails down to the curve of his abs.
Dylan moistens his lips as his gaze moves downwards, tracing a finger from my neck towards my breasts before cupping one with his long fingers. "You are so fucking gorgeous."
His mouth closes around my nipple, the sensation jolting to my core as he sucks. I press myself against his thigh, shamelessly rubbing against him and he pushes his hand underneath my backside, squeezing me closer. Dylan spends the next few delirious minutes exploring every inch of my exposed skin with his tongue and lips. I groan and lock my legs around Dylan’s hips, attempting to hold him as close as I can.
I'm a shaking, panting mess when he lifts his head, and I wriggle towards him, not wanting him to stop. Dylan puts his palms on my back and squashes my breasts against his chest. A gasp escapes as my hardened nipples touch his smooth, warm skin; a connection that's only the start of what my body wants from him. Our mouths collide again, Dylan’s heart hammering against mine in unison. Holding each other's heads, as if not wanting to let go, we kiss fiercely as if this is the end when it’s only the beginning.
Dylan unbutton my shorts and I freeze, so he stops. "I want to touch you," he says, pulling on the zip. "Is that okay?"
Omigod, this is okay."Please…"
Dylan slips a finger in the front of my shorts, struggling to reach me through the tight denim. Watching for my reaction with darkened blue eyes, he tugs at the shorts and I move to allow him to remove them. My hands go to the button on his jeans and he shifts.
"No. Just you," he says. "Mine are staying on."
My shorts and underwear hit the floor, and he slowly runs his hand up my inner thigh, and I moan anticipating his next move. Dylan slides a finger along my wet folds and sucks air between his teeth before closing his mouth over mine again. I groan as he easily slips a finger inside, teasing my clit with his thumb as he moves his hand. Waves of pleasure pulse into every nerve ending, and I dig my fingers into his taut back. Closing my eyes, I focus purely on the sensation, unable to believe this is happening between us.
"You're so fucking wet," he growls against my mouth.
I struggle against the gathering bliss, not wanting this to end, moving my hips to match the movement of his fingers. "What are you doing to me?"
Dylan nips at my neck and ear lobe, short, heavy breaths against my cheek. "Whatever you want me to do—or do you want me to stop?" There’s a teasing tone to his voice.
This is torture. I fumble with the button to his jeans but he swats my hand away. "No, I saidyou."
"But I want..." His mouth crushes mine again, the rhythm of his fingers inside me crashing through my body. I'm on the brink of losing control when he stops and steps back.
I want to protest, but instead a whimper escapes my throat. Dylan licks his fingers, hooded eyes on mine. "I want to taste more of you," he murmurs.
Oh, holy crap.
He kneels on the floor in front of me, then take my leg, planting butterfly kisses from my ankle towards my upper thigh. He pauses, lips close to the apex, lust-filled eyes meeting mine, before running his finger between my folds again. I moan out, heart thundering.
He arches a brow at me in question.
"Yes," I croak out, shaking in need.Please.
Dylan pulls my legs towards him, setting them on his shoulders, warm breath against my pussy. The shaking intensifies as he presses his mouth to me, tongue gliding along my wetness and teasing the sensitive bud. I grip the edge of the kitchen counter and stifle a cry.
"Fuck, you’re wet and hot andfuck…"The vibration of his voice against me intensifies the engulfing sensation.
"Oh, God!" I cry out as he slides a finger inside, continuing to explore me with his hot mouth.
