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She gasped but got on her hands and knees and moved back against him. His hands grasped her hips as he took her hard. She squeezed her inner muscles around him, making him grunt.
“Alex,” she moaned. “Please. God, I need it.”
His hand moved to her slit, and he moved his finger against her clitoris. Dylan put her face in the pillow when she cried out as she came. Alex groaned against her neck, then fell on top of her as her knees gave out. He kissed her shoulder and then rolled off her.
Dylan took gulping breaths. In her years of marriage, sex had never been that good. Never. She knew Travis hadn’t been good at it, but after this, she knew he hadn’t been just bad at it, he’d been terrible and only cared that he got off. No one else. Alex made sure she did. That was how a man was supposed to treat a woman in bed.
She jerked when his hand touched her arm, and she looked at him.
“Are you okay?” he asked her.
“Okay? I’m fantastic. Alex, that was…” She waved her hand around.
“Yeah. I need to grab a shower. Care to join me?” He grinned.
“Yes, but let me check on Zoey first. I’ll meet you there.”
He sat up, stood, and then walked to the bathroom.
“I’ll be waiting.” He entered the room and closed the door.
Dylan couldn’t stop smiling as she stared at the door. She wanted him again. She just didn’t want the broken heart that went with relationships with cowboys. As she stared at the door, she knew Alex was a good man, and for that reason, she’d see if they had anything between them, besides great sex. She couldn’t wait to tell Peyton and Marlowe.
She got out of bed, pulled on a T-shirt Alex had given her to sleep in, then went to check on her daughter. If she was all right, Dylan planned to get Alex back in bed one more time tonight. She’d have to sleep with Zoey, but until that time, she wanted to spend any time she could with Alex.
After checking on her daughter, she headed back to the bedroom then entered the bathroom. She lifted the T-shirt off, opened the shower door, stepped inside, picked up the soap, and then ran her hands over Alex’s chest to wash him.
Twenty minutes later, they stepped from the shower, dried off, dressed in sweatpants and T-shirts, and walked to the kitchen to get something to eat. As they walked out the hallway, Dylan giggled when Alex touched her ass, then he grabbed her arm, pushed her against the wall, leaned into her, and pressed his lips to hers.
Dylan slid her arms around his neck, arched into him, and kissed him back with everything she had in her. She moaned when he cupped her head in his hands and deepened the kiss. Alex slowly raised his lips and stared into her eyes.
“I’m not sure I’ll get enough of you, Dylan,” he murmured as he moved his lips along her jawline to her ear, and sucked the lobe into his mouth, making her shiver.
“I’m beginning to hope not,” she whispered in his ear.
“I’m hungry but it’s not for food. The hell with this. We’ll eat later.” He pulled her against him, lifted her, and carried her back to bed.
****
The following morning, Alex entered the kitchen, made himself a cup of coffee then walked to the door and looked out the window. The sky was clear and there wasn’t much snow. The gravel and grass were covered but it wasn’t deep. The sun had melted most of it since the temperature rose.
“Good morning.”
He turned to see Dylan standing in the doorway to the kitchen. She wore a pair of his sweatpants, that were too big, and one of his T-shirts. She was barefoot and had one foot on top of the other as she stared at him. He grinned looking at those red toenails.
“Good morning. I didn’t see those red painted nails last night.” He chuckled when she blushed. “Blushing? Really? After last night?”
“No real gentleman would bring that up.”
“Who said I was a gentleman?”
Dylan laughed. “True.”
“Did you sleep well?”
“It took me a while to get to sleep. Strange house, I guess.”
“Or you just missed me.” He shrugged.
