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He’s ready for us to pick up where we left off and live some happily ever after that you see in movies and books. “Dylan, we aren’t kids anymore. There are so many variables now…if we are going to do this, you and me”—I brush his hair off his forehead—“maybe you’re right and we should probably hit pause on the physical stuff this weekend.” He leans his forehead to mine, and I continue, “I don’t mind fooling around a little." I groan. "Gah, I sound like some old lady! But maybe we shouldn’t have sex this weekend.”
He laughs at my self-deprecating humor. “Emma, I hope you don’t think this weekend was to get in your pants. I admit, I tend to get carried away when we’re together, but you and I both know I want more than that. I love—” He clears his throat. "I lost you once, I don't want to lose you again by taking things too far."
“I don’t think that’s why we’re here, but if we didn’t discuss this, I’m sure we wouldn’t leave this bed for the rest of the weekend. The other day you said you struggle with taking things slow. Well, I do too. There’s always been this pull between us that I never could explain, but we should probably slow down. I want to be honest with you—this scares me, but only because I don’t want to rush things and have it blow up in our faces.” His smile gives me all the reassurance I need that I’ve made the right choice in us setting this boundary.
He stands up, offering me his hand. “It’s not going to blow up in our faces. I won’t let it. Come on, beautiful, let’s get cleaned up and get you to bed.” Leading me to the bathroom, he turns on the shower, and looks over his shoulder at me. “I hope you know, you’re truly the most incredible woman I have ever known. I’m yours, even if you’re not mine yet.”How can I not fall for this man, when he says things to me like that?
Guiding us both into the shower, he pulls me in close, every inch of us now touching. I can’t help but reach my hand down between us. I want to touch him, feel the weight of him in my hand, to have him come on my chest, moaning my name. Just as my fingers graze the head of his cock, he stops me, grabbing my wrist. “Emma,I warned you…when we do this, I won’t be coming here”—he kisses my fingertips and the pad of his thumb grazes my bottom lip—“or here.” He leans down to kiss me, his hands moving to my lower back, pulling me even closer to him. He slides down my body until he is on his knees.
“What are you doing?”
He lifts one of my legs over his shoulder and I brace myself with the shower wall. “I want one more from you, baby.”
Looking down at him, I run my hands through his hair, and reply, “But what about,ahhh…” His tongue swirls around my clit, causing me to nearly lose my balance. He’s stroking himself at the same pace he’s licking and sucking. Between my moans, I ask, “Dylan, will you come with me?”
He stops for just a moment, smiling up at me. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”
I laugh because I forced him to watchSex and the Citywith me all those years ago. My giggles are cut short though when his tongue finds my center again. I know he’s close when he picks up the pace of his mouth and his hand. “Yes, right there. I’m close!” In seconds, my entire body spasms and my vision blurs, nearly losing my balance again.
He comes with me, stifling his moan with my thigh. It isn’t just moans. “That’s my girl, you’re fucking mine.”Yes, he just growled ‘mine’ while tongue-fucking me like some kind of fae highlord.As we catch our breaths, he stands up and I wrap my arms around his neck, bringing him in to kiss me. I can taste myself on his tongue, as we stand in the shower making out like a couple of horny teenagers. When he pulls back, I look into his dark blue eyes, and as much as it scares me, I think he’s right.I am his.
We get cleaned up and he wraps me in one of the fluffy robes we found in the closet. I head into the living room for a moment and grab my suitcase, bringing it back into the bedroom to pull out my toiletry bag. Standing in front of the dual sink brushing our teeth, it feels so coupley, like we have been doing this every night for years. It’s comfortable, slipping into routine with him.
Leaning over my suitcase that’s sitting on the bed, I am about to pull out my pajamas when he comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. His mouth finds that sensitive spot between my neck and shoulder, kissing it softly. “Hey, beautiful. I don’t mind if you want to sleep naked.”
I consider it for a moment. Turning in his arms to face him, I reply, “I’m pretty sure if I sleep naked, we won’t leave this room for the rest of the trip.”
“You’re right. But even with clothes on, you know I can’t keep my hands off you.”
I change into my silk pajamas and he puts on a pair of boxer briefs. I catch a glimpse of his beautiful almost-naked body.Doesthis man have 0% body fat?He picks up his phone, heads to the closet, and pulls out a blanket. As he makes his way to the bedroom door, I grab his hand to stop him. “What are you doing?”
“I just need to set up everything in the other room. I’ll stay with you until you fall asleep, but I’m sleeping on the couch.” He’s dead serious. I feel him squeeze my hand three times before he continues, “I promised you two rooms, E.”
I shake my head in disbelief. “No. Stay with me.”Does he not want to?
He pauses for a moment. “Are you sure? I can sleep on the couch, I don’t mind. I’m a man of my word…well, I at leasttry. When it comes to you, all bets are off.”
“Yes.” I kiss his cheek. “Now come on. I’m tired and if I don’t get at least six hours I’m going to be cranky tomorrow.” We head over to the bed, plug in our phones to charge them, and get under the covers.
As I reach over and turn out the light, he pulls me to him from behind, making my entire back flush with his chest. He softly kisses my shoulder—my now favorite place for him to kiss me. “Thank you for coming this weekend.”
I smile into the darkness. “Thank youforthis weekend…goodnight, Dylan.”
“Goodnight, beautiful.”
We fall asleep quickly. I’m exhausted from all of the non-sex sex we had tonight. A few hours later, my phone lights up. Ever since having the kids, I've been a light sleeper, and the brightness of the phone was enough to trigger my fight or flight response.Is it the kids?I lift my phone to look at it.
Ethan: Hey sexy lady! Miss you! Can we get together next week for drinks?
Emma: Sure, how’s Tuesday? O’Brian’s?
Ethan: Works for me. Have a good night, gorgeous.
I close out of my messages and put my phone ondo not disturb, and fall back asleep, still wrapped in Dylan’s arms.
Chapter eighteen
Emma
