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“Tonight you stay with me. In my bed. In my arms.” He flicked his tongue over her nipple and her knee crawled up the side of his leg. His hand was beneath her skirt in seconds, pushing her panties aside and delving inside her. “You need to come, babe.Now, before she wonders what’s taking us so long.”
“I can’t,” she said quickly, but he sucked and licked her sensitive nipple and pushed his fingers in deeper, stroking his thumb over her clit. Her breath hitched, and her head fell back with the torturous pleasure consuming her.
“Youcan. Tell me what you need, babe. I’ll do whatever it takes.”
“You. I need you.” The words flew urgently from her lungs.
With a rough sound, he dragged her into the bathroom and locked the door. In one quick motion he lifted her onto the sink, tore off her panties, and then his pants were down, and he drove into her. She slapped her hand over her mouth to keep from crying out. Her eyes slammed shut as heat radiated through her veins, her chest, her limbs, until she felt like she’d ignite. He sank his teeth into her neck, and the pain and pleasure exploded in an all-consuming orgasm. She clawed at his back, grinding her teeth together to keep her cries from escaping. When she came down from the peak, she clung to him.
“Dylan,” she whispered. “I guess I could come after all.”
“Of course you—oh shit. Condom,” he said frantically. “Christ. I’m sorry, babe.” He scrambled for his wallet and was sheathed and inside her again in record time. He grabbed her ass as she grabbed his and they both thrust forward.
“Kiss me, Dylan,” she pleaded. “Hard.”
And he did, with white-hot passion that had her clawing at his skin, devouring his mouth, and as he rode over that magical spot that turned her world upside down, she shattered in his arms. He was right there with her, grunting out her name with each pulse of his release.
When his body stopped rocking and she pried her nails from his skin, he framed her face in his hands and gazed deeply into her eyes. “Summers. Oh, my sweet summer girl. You own me.”
When he kissed her again, it was slow and loving. The kind of kiss she knew she’d relive for hours.
They made fast work of cleaning up, kissing and laughing as they tried to put themselves back together. Tiffany stared in the mirror afterward, with Dylan smiling over her shoulder.
“She’ll know,” she said, running her fingers through her hair. “We look guilty.”
“We look happy,” he countered, and kissed her cheek.
“Happy, and thoroughly fucked.”
He turned her in his arms and kissed her again softly.Lovingly. “She’ll think we just kissed…a lot.”
She gave him a deadpan stare. “My body isvibrating. She’ll know the minute she sees us.”
“I’m sorry. I’ll try to behave from now on.” He kissed her again. “But you wreck me babe. I lose my mind when I’m with you. Last night I had to—”
She slapped her hand over his mouth. “Don’t! Just the thought of you doing that to yourself gets me hot.” She swallowed hard as images of Dylan’s hand around his cock assailed her. “Ohmygod,” she whispered. “Now I can’t stop thinking about it. We’re so caught.”
They finally made their way out of the bathroom, freshly washed up and put back together. The press of Dylan’s hand against her lower back sent shivers of heat like bullets to her core. She was such a slut. She’d never been a slut, not even in high school or college, when other girls were fucking anyone with legs.
But what they’d just done was hot, and she was still on fire.Maybe I can just be Dylan’s slut. Oh God, she was losing her mind. She didn’t want to be a slut at all. But what did she want to be?
As these thoughts peppered her, Dylan wrapped an arm around her from behind and whispered, “My bed.Tonight. I’m going to love every inch of your body until you can think of nothing other than how good we are together and how much you love whoyouare when we’re together. And then I’m going to do it again, until your urge to ask ‘why me’ is gone. Sometimes the answers aren’t black-and-white. They’re blurry and colorful. I want to blur your lines, Summers, color outside them, and make your world a kaleidoscope of colors.”
She wanted that more than she’d ever dreamed possible. The answer to those peppering thoughts slammed into her, and she rocked back on her heels with the force of it. She wanted to behis. His girlfriend, his slut, his lover, his friend. Hiseverything.
She wanted this. She wantedhim, and she wasn’t going to let her mother or her asshole ex or anyone else stand in her way.
Chapter Eighteen
TIFFANY AND DYLAN grabbed a quick lunch with Phoebe and went to her office to complete the paperwork for the lease on Tiffany’s new office space. She was positively glowing. Afterward, Tiffany checked her messages while they walked through the city, then silenced her phone and put it away, shocking Dylan.
“You know that vibe you were talking about earlier?” Dylan asked as they came upon a street vendor selling a plethora of hippie bags and purses. He smiled as Tiffany picked through them. He couldn’t imagine her ever using one.
“Yes, why?” Her smile faded. “Was there something I missed? Did you pick up on a negative vibe in the office space?”
He laughed. “No. I was going to say that you’re giving off a super-sexy, relaxed vibe.”
“I guess I killed that, didn’t I?” She leaned in to him, and her sweet scent surrounded him.
