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The hand on my back slide up beneath the curtain of my hair to hold the back of my head as the kisses became hungrier. I wasn’t sure how long we clung to each other in the underground garage, and I didn’t care. I didn’t care if a hundred people saw us, and I probably wouldn’t have known if they did. Being in Dylan’s arms and the desperate way he was holding me and our heavy breathing combined with the deliciousness of his mouth devouring mine, was glorious.
I was becoming more and more aroused and somewhere in my mind, behind the haze of desire, I realized we’d better take this upstairs, or we’d end up fucking in my backseat. I wouldn’t have cared, but once I was in Dylan’s arms, I didn’t want to leave.
I pulled my mouth from his when I needed a breath and his head bent to press his forehead to mine. “I’d make love to you right here if you want me to,” he said in a fierce whisper, once again echoing my thoughts.
My hands still held his head. “Oh, Dylan.” I almost choked on the emotions running through me. My body was humming, but my heart was ready to burst. “Me, too, but once we start, I don’t want to stop.”
“As I said earlier… no sleeping tonight,” he whispered against my lips. He kissed me, this time softly, then pulled back and took my hand and tugged gently so he could move me enough to close the car door. He used the fob to pop the trunk so he could retrieve the brown paper bag from the restaurant. He smiled gently. “I’m sure we’ll both need a recharge later.”
“I can’t imagine wanting to eat,” I murmured, leaning my head against his upper arm as we walked toward the elevator. Nothing was said as we made our way upstairs, yet we never stopped touching each other. It was as if we let go of each other our hearts would stop beating.
Our hands remained threaded together, I wrapped my free hand around his bicep, and he pressed a kiss on my head and one against my temple; our bodies practically glued together at the hip.
Inside the elevator began a breathless struggle to get closer. I opened my mouth for his hungry kisses, my body thrilling at every hard muscle pressed into my softness. Dylan’s mouth crashed down on mine as he lifted me hard against the wall. My legs wrapped around his waist, so the most sensitive parts of our bodies pressed and pushed against each other.
I was so close to orgasm even through our clothes, it was insane. Our hips thrust toward each other, and his erect length rubbed against my clitoris. Heat rushed through me, and moisture pooled, and it wasn’t long before we were both panting. The elevator dinged and we split apart quickly, Dylan sat me down but took my hand.
“Don’t worry, it’s my floor,” I said softly, as he ran his other hand through his hair, now disheveled by my play. I was certain my arousal could be heard in my voice.
“I know, but someone might be waiting to get on,” he said in a low tone as the doors opened. Thankfully, no one was there and the hallway to my apartment was quiet, the lights lowered due to the evening hour.
We walked slowly to my apartment and Dylan bent to kiss my shoulder through the sheer fabric of my white blouse and I could feel his lips on my skin. It had short, frilly sleeves and a V-neck. I’d left the back hang out in a French tuck to keep it more casual with my light color jeans and flat white sandals.
I was so focused on Dylan, I wasn’t sure which one of us unlocked the door, but I dropped my bag just inside and turned to face him again. In an instant we resumed the foreplay that we’d begun in the garage and continued during the ride upstairs. This time the kisses were slow and coaxing, and hands were gently roaming.
“I told you that you could take a shower,” Dylan murmured in between kisses. His fingers pushed a strand of hair behind my ear as my chin lifted to encourage more kissing.
I inhaled deeply, knowing I’d feel better about intimacy if I washed the remnants of the day away. My hand clutched at the front of his shirt. “I know, but it’s so hard to leave you.”
“No one said you had to,” his nose ran up the side of my face until his lips found my temple and worked their way, like a hot whisper, to the edge of my mouth. “I can get wet with you,” he said hotly.
I nodded. “Okay,” I said, nodding. “Just don’t stop touching me.”
“Never,” Dylan answered. It was dark in the apartment, but he lifted me as he had before, and I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he carried me first into the bedroom and then the adjacent bathroom.
I rested my head on his shoulder and turned my face into his neck. He was so strong. The way he lifted me seemed effortless which was so attractive.
The bathroom off my bedroom was the most luxurious part of my apartment with a big walk-in shower and a free-standing soaking tub. The interior of the room was white with grey and white marble tile on the floor with dusky grey porcelain tile on the shower walls.
Dylan sat me down on the counter but kept his arms around me; his hands softly caressing as they moved forward and down my denim-clad thighs. His hands on me so possessively were exciting beyond imagining. I arched my neck as he kissed his way from my mouth, along my jaw and down toward my collarbone. Shivers skittered over my skin causing my arms to break out in goosebumps.
“Are you okay?” He whispered.
“I’m perfect,” I answered softly. My hands couldn’t get enough of the strong shoulders and chiseled muscles of his back and lower, over his hard butt. “You’re perfect.”
It was dark in the bathroom because we didn’t pause to turn on the light. “I just want you to know how special you are, Remi. I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember.” His fingers ghosted over my cheekbone and then he bent to kiss my lips with a soft, lingering, open mouth. He was trembling. “Now, I can barely believe this is real.”
I almost started crying. Emotions overflowing; I couldn’t get enough of this man. “It’s the same for me.”
“Do you have any candles?” His voice was breathless, and his heart was beating hard against my breasts. Our hands were both working to shed each other of clothing. I unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it from his shoulders and after shrugging free of it, Dylan pulled my shirt from the front of my jeans and lifted it over my head. He tossed it aside to fall to the floor near his.
“I do,” I placed a run of kisses over his chest and shoulders, raking my hands down his bare back.
“Remi,” he said, and pulled my hips forward until they crashed into his. He thrust them forward to rub my most sensitive flesh through our jeans. “I can’t take it,” his hands moved first to the front of his to pull at the button and the zipper, then to do the same to mine. After that, the candles were forgotten.
He gave me one more hungry kiss before pulling me off the counter. I kicked off my sandals as he yanked my pants down, exposing my white lace bikini panties.
Grasping my hips, he kissed my stomach and hooked a finger in the panties and pulled them down. He moved to bury his mouth in my sex, but I was self-conscious. “Dylan, I haven’t showered all day.”
