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11
SKY
Dylan pullsat his half-unbuttoned shirt, the muscles in his shoulders flexing as he pulls it over his head and dumps it on the nearby sofa. “You were right about the suit.”
Bemused by his behaviour, I head over and run my hands along his smooth chest. “I know you were keen to leave Tara and Tom, to come back here, but I didn’t expect you to strip the moment we were alone.”
“I’m changing!” he protests.
“Seriously? You’re planning to do something else rather than take your wife to bed?”
His face softens, and he reaches for the ribbon in my hair. “Wife. Sounds good.”
My scalp tickles as he pulls at the ribbon and my hair breaks free, dropping against my neck. I slide my hands around his neck, and pull him against me. We’ve kissed a lot today, to the point Tara told us to save it for later, and all I want is him to fulfill the promise made today by his hands and lips. Each touch, look, kiss, and my want became need until I reached the point I told Dylan we needed to leave Tara and Tom to be alone.
Dylan runs his finger along my neck and caresses the nape. “You look beautiful today, but now I need to see you naked.” Lips on mine, he unzips my dress, and I step back, allowing the material to fall to the floor, shortly joined by my bra. “And in my bed.”
He grips my hair, deepening his kiss and taking me back into the place he always does. The taste and scent of him instantly arousing me.
I press myself against him, fingers going to his trouser button and flicking it open. He’s hard against my hand, before I’ve touched him, my hands sliding over as he shucks off his trousers.
Without another word, Dylan backs me against the wall, mouth meeting mine with a devouring hunger I match. His hands move roughly across my body, possessively and with an urgency I match.
“You’re beautiful,” he says, and drags his tongue across my skin, taking one hardened nipple in his mouth. Hardwired to the rest of me, the action jolts more arousal, and I grip his hair, holding his face to my skin, eager for him to explore her further.
He pulls my silk panties to one side, growling against my mouth as he discovers the wet heat. Dylan moves his head, nipping at my skin as he moves to my ear. He pulls my head back by the hair, the way he always does to indicate gentle isn’t coming soon. My breath catches at the sensation, as he drags his face across my neck and shoulders, the nipping getting harder.
Dylan switches from the restrained, loving, and polite guy who drank champagne with my friends to the demanding, unrestrained, and passionate man who I love equally. He takes a shuddering breath as he rests his forehead against mine. “Bed.”
The world upends for the second time today as Dylan bends and lifts me across his shoulder, strong arm holding me in place as I steady myself. I protest and slap his ass as he heads towards the bedroom.
Dylan kicks the door shut, and I bounce against the huge bed as he drops me onto the mattress. He crawls onto the bed, one hand either side of me, and looks down.
“I’ve been thinking about this moment all day,” he says in a low voice, one hand sliding along my leg. “A lot of moments.”
He nudges my nose and sits back again, running both hands along my belly, then hooks his fingers into my panties and drags them off. His hungry gaze trails heat across my skin as he steps back and finishes undressing.
The one I return matches his, stomach filling with the usual butterflies as I look back at the incredible sight of Dylan. I lusted after this beautiful man within hours of meeting him, never imagining I’d be here, now. But what strikes me most right now is the thing I always see in Dylan’s eyes. Love. His intentions are reflected in the dark lust in there too, but the love holds me in his grasp as much as the physical need.
Immediately, he’s on me, our bodies slick from the heat as our skin touches. “I’ve wanted to do this since I saw you on the beach today.” He trails his tongue across my breasts, downwards, dipping his tongue into my navel
“I love you,” he says in a low voice between kisses.
“And I—” My words are interrupted by my breath escaping as Dylan grabs my calves and drags me towards the edge of the bed. He runs his tongue along my inner thigh.
Without a word, his mouth is on me, the lightening jolt pushing straight down. Gripping my thighs, holding me in place unable to move, Dylan explores me with his tongue, and I mumble something incoherent. My arousal’s instant, has followed me at a low level all day since the first kiss on the beach. He switches between teasing my clit with his tongue and fingers, working me higher. I protest, half sit, and pull at his hair, but he pushes me back down with one broad palm, before sliding that hand under my ass and holding me closer against his mouth.
Relenting to his attention, I dig my fingers into my hair and close my eyes, unable to fight the building pressure inside. Sensation shivers through every part of my being as he skilfully spirals me higher, stroking and teasing me. I pray he’s not going to stay on the teasing route, but he doesn’t have a chance. The suddenness with which my body reacts, at the intensity tearing through my body, shocks me. Dylan doesn’t stop, pushing me to the edge again, and I move against him, legs shaking, swearing.
He laughs, the sensation reverberating against me as he slips a finger inside. I protest, but my body has other ideas, another shockwave joining the first. As usual, this man has reduced me to a panting mess, and I push up onto my elbows and tug at his hair again.
“Dylan.” My voice is hoarse, almost unable to stop my trembling arms giving way.
“Problem?” he asks looking up at me.
“Yes.”
He shuffles closer, erection brushing the sensitive flesh, and I almost jump on him right then. We stare back at each other, and Dylan rubs his lips together, holding the tip of himself against me. ”I was gonna do this gently, but I can’t. I need you now.”
