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“You’re Ella’s brother, for one thing. I hate you, for another. And we’re in the back of your car.”
“Those are all valid arguments,” Dylan said as he scratched his chin.
He had the same dark brown eyes as Ella. The same wavy hair and the stubble around his face was dark, which gave him a definite rockstar look. How had I never noticed how gorgeous he was?
“What if I told you none of that mattered?” he asked.
“What are you talking about?”
“It could just be our little secret. No one has to know.”
His smile was devilish. It made me want to do terrible things to him. Terrible things that both of us would certainly enjoy.
“Our little secret? How many women have you used that line on?”
He shrugged and tried to play coy, but I knew better than that. At that moment, we pulled up to the front doors of the resort.
“Well, this is me,” I said. “Thanks for the ride.”
Dylan got out of the car and started following me inside the hotel lobby. I glanced over my shoulder at him, but he continued following a few steps behind me. When he got into the elevator with me, I had to put a stop to it.
“Why are you following me?”
“Oh, didn’t I tell you? I’m staying here, too. The floor right above you, actually.”
As I pressed the button for the 26th floor, he pressed the one for the 27th. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Not only had he ruined the first night of Ella’s bachelorette party, but now he was going to be close enough to ruin the entire weekend.
“You have got to be kidding me,” I muttered.
Dylan took a step towards me as the elevator doors closed. I desperately wanted him, and I knew he wanted me too. His eyes flickered up and down my body, and when he stepped closer again, we were only inches apart. I glanced down at his hand, and bit my bottom lip.
The feeling of his hand pressed against the back of my neck was seared in my memory. I wanted his hands all over me. As if he could read my mind, Dylan slid a hand onto my exposed hip and pulled me into him.
I could feel that he was already hard beneath his jeans, and that only made my desire for him even stronger. He pushed a strand of hair out of my face and then his lips were wrestling with mine once more. They melted together as if they had been designed for exactly this purpose.
Dylan’s tongue slipped into my mouth and parted my lips. I let out a soft moan, and was immediately embarrassed about it, but as soon as it happened, Dylan pressed me up against the wall, his desire obviously intensifying.
The bell in the elevator rang for the 26th floor, and we pulled apart just long enough to watch the doors open. Neither of us moved. We didn’t speak. We didn’t look at each other. We just stood there. Staring at the open door. My hands were on his chest. His hands were on my waist. It was like time stood still.
The instant that the doors started to close, Dylan’s lips were on my neck, and his hands were on my ass. I pressed my hips into his and felt his erection bulging against his pants. I was longing to get them off of him.
When the bell rang for the 27th floor, Dylan lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Our tongues moved in tempo with each other as he carried me down the hall to his suite. He opened the door and kicked it closed behind him before taking me over to the bed.
My back had barely hit the mattress before he had my shirt off over my head. He took off my pants and then removed his clothes just as quickly. He dove onto the bed next to me and pulled me on top of him.
His body pressed against mine was hot and firm. I could feel his six pack and his pecs dancing beneath me as we moved together. He ran his fingers up and down my back, sending chills down my spine with every touch.
Dylan’s lips moved down my neck and then across my collarbone until they reached my chest. His tongue slowly circled around my nipple, and I gasped when he nipped at it.
He dug his fingers into my hips and flipped me over so that he was on top of me. It had happened in one quick motion, and I hardly had time to comprehend what was going on. He hovered above me, his smile more devilish than anything I had ever seen, and I knew I was in for the night of my life.
Dylan sat me up and turned me around. I was on my knees with my hands on the headboard of the bed when his body encompassed me from behind. He wrapped an arm around my waist and kissed my neck and my ear.
“Just relax,” he whispered, and I did as I was told.
I bent forward, just a bit, so that Dylan could slide himself into me. He entered with ease, and he filled me up immediately. He grabbed my breast with his free hand and teased my nipple with his finger as he started to rock his hips back and forth.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped, “fuck, fuck, fuck.”
