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"What?" A trembling mess, I'm alarmed at his sudden halt to proceedings. "Is it me?"
"No, Fuck. Shit." He stands, staring down at me and I sit up.
"What, Dylan?"
"This is my place. No one comes here. So I haven't got any fucking condoms!"
I giggle in relief and at his frustration, ignoring my own, and he smiles in return. "I'm so wound up, right now. I could hold you down and tease you until you come but I'm too selfish." He sits next to me, winding both hands into my hair and gripping possessively. "I want you. I want to be inside you, with you surrounding me, together completely like we should be."
His words flood more arousal through me, the image of what he’s suggesting has entered my head on a number of occasions and isn’t far away now. I lean in for another mouth-mashing kiss, unsure what happens next. I won’t have sex with Dylan without protection—leaving my heart unprotected is enough for tonight. But I ache for him.
"What do we do?" I gasp, as his mouth encloses my nipples again.
Dylan runs hand up my inner thigh, fingers playing at the edge of my panties. "I don’t know, but I’ve fucking waited long enough."
I gasp and slap his shoulder playfully. "Dylan Morgan! You presumptuous, jumped up rock star. How do you know I’m interested?"
He slips a finger into my panties and I moan as he glides over the wet heat. "I don't think this shows lack of interest, Sky."
I grip my thighs around his hand before he has a chance to tease me. "Dylan, don’t start…"
Dylan removes his hand, darkened eyes searching mine. "I'm taking you to bed." He throws my dress at me and smirks. "But no streaking naked across the lawn."
We dress quickly, laughing, and natural with each other. More fierce kisses and touches later, we sprint across the grass holding hands. The summer breeze cools my cheeks but no other part of me, as the awareness of this amazing man sears desire through me.
"This way," he whispers and opens the door into the darkness at the back of the house, pulling me through. I laugh, heart bursting with joy then exploding with sensation as he pins me to the wall in the darkened hallway, sliding his hands beneath my dress and up my thighs.
I pull him in for another kiss. He laughs softly against my mouth then scoops me over his shoulder, the way he did at the beach. I shriek, and hit his backside and he responds with a slap on mine.
I don't notice anything about Dylan's expansive bedroom apart from the huge bed in the centre, and he flops me onto the plush, white bedding. Tearing his shirt over his head, he disappears through a door at the other end of the large room. I unbutton my dress and shimmy out of it, removing my bra too. I hesitate, deciding to leave on my panties and sit on the edge of the bed—I’m not quite brazen enough to remove everything.
Dylan returns with foil wrappers, which he places on the bed.
"I needed to make sure you haven't changed your mind," he whispers, "but the fact you’re almost naked suggests you haven't."
"Almost."
Dylan grins. "I can fix that." He kneels on the bed and runs a finger along my stomach, and I wriggle at the sensation. His touch skims my hips as he hooks two thumbs through my panties and slides them down, then drops the thin material to the floor.
He hungrily takes in the sight of my nakedness and for the first time in my life, I don't feel exposed under a man's scrutiny.
"Fuck, you’re beautiful, Sky," he growls then presses me onto the bed.
My heart hammers as our mouths meet, teeth clashing with the raw intensity of the kiss. Dylan takes my wrists in one broad hand, and holds my arms above my head. I make a breathless sound as Dylan's rough kisses shift towards my breasts, before he closes his mouth around my peaked nipple. He pushes my legs apart with his knee, fingers travelling up my inner thigh until he discovers my wet folds.
I buck against him as he slips a finger inside, moving his mouth back to mine. His tongue thrusts into my mouth, matching the movement of his finger and I move against him, pushing myself against the palm of his hand.
For what feels like eternity, I drown in the sensation of his attention to my body; his expert kisses and touch bringing me to the brink and then letting me go again, over and over, until I can't take the building pressure anymore.
"Dylan, stop..." I jerk against his grip on my hands.
Dylan releases my hands and kneels back. "Too much?"
"Not enough," I say, hands going towards his pants. I unbutton his trousers as he watches me through heavy-lidded eyes.
"But this is okay?" he asks with a smile, stepping out of his trousers and briefs.
I hitch my breath at the size of him compared to Grant and shift forward to run my fingertips along his shaft.
