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“Oh, baby, I’m right there with you.” He claimed her in another passionate kiss, and they both spiraled over the edge, clinging together, panting and pleading as their bodies convulsed.
She collapsed against him. “Dylan…”
“I’ve got you.” He kissed her neck, causing an avalanche of aftershocks.
When she lifted her head, her body felt electric and limp at once. She leaned against the wall, her legs still wrapped around Dylan.Dylan, Dylan, Dylan. Her heart was so full of him she could hardly contain it. “What have you done to me?”
His smile made her insides quiver, but it was the intensity in his eyes that had her clutching him tighter. “I’ve fallen for you, Summers.”
Her mouth dropped open, and he kissed her again, slow and tender.
“You don’t have to say it back. I just need you to know how I feel.”
Setting her gently on her feet, he led her toward the master bedroom as if he hadn’t just turned her world upside down.
“Dylan, wait.” She stopped walking, her heart thundering inside her. He turned, and his sweet, sexy smile melted her all over again. “You can’t say something like that and then act like you just told me you like my dress and carry on.”
“I do love your dress.” He pulled her in close and nuzzled her neck.
“Stop,” she said with a laugh. “My insides are going a million miles an hour.”
“We can take care of that in the shower.” His seductive tone told her he wasn’t done with her yet—and that was just fine with her. “We won’t get your hair wet, but we might be a little late for dinner.”
Dinner. Her synapses fired again. She’d been so lost in him and his confession, she’d forgotten.
“Dylan!” She grabbed his biceps, stopping him in his tracks. “Don’t you want to know that I’m scared shitless, but I’m falling for you, too?”
“Summers,” he said in a husky voice. He put both hands on her neck, cradling her jaw between his thumbs. “Yes, I want to know that more than I want to hear anything else in the world. But I don’t want you to feel like you have to say it. I know you’re scared, and I don’t want to put any pressure on you. I’m not going anywhere.” His eyes turned serious. “You’re trembling.”
“I know.” She fanned her face, feeling scared and hot and overwhelmingly happy.
“Are you that scared?”
“I’m thateverything.” She leaned into him, and when his strong arms cocooned her, she breathed a little easier.You’ve become my everything.
TIFFANY NEGOTIATED MULTIMILLION-dollar contracts, she schmoozed with corporate sponsors, team owners, and elite athletes, and never once had she been as nervous as she was right that very second, seeing Dylan’s brothers again. Throw Mick Bad into the mix and she was about as nervous as a chicken in a fox den. This was crazy. She tried all her mental tricks as they approached the table, but she couldn’t find a calm place to hide.
Mick rose from the table, his hand on the shoulder of his new bride, Amanda. Tiffany recognized the pretty brunette paralegal from Mick’s office, and it all made sense to her now. She’d seen the way Mick had looked at Amanda, but she’d written it off because he was so adamant about not mixing business with pleasure. But he and Amanda both looked happy, and Mick appeared more relaxed than ever. She glanced at Dylan, and something else made sense to her, too. When they’d met, she couldn’t imagine how people claimed to fall in love so quickly. But now her every breath tasted of Dylan, and her days were measured by how many hours until she saw him again rather than what deals she could close. Now she understood how the heart could overshadow everything else. And the thought of losing control no longer scared the shit out of her.
“Dylan. You finally made it.” Mick pulled him into a manly embrace. “Good to see you.” He turned his attention to Tiffany and drew her into a warm hug, too, which was very unlike him. Like Tiffany, Mick had always been a line drawer. Handshakes and ample personal space were about as far as greetings went. “Tiffany. It’s good to see you again. You know my wife, Amanda.”
Amanda stood and reached a hand out, then went in for an awkward hug. “Hi. It’s nice to see you.”
“Congratulations to you both.” At least she wasn’t alone in her awkwardness. What was proper etiquette for a work relationship turned personal connection? She’d never been a big hugger, but since being with Dylan she’d become so many things, she welcomed the change despite the awkwardness.
Brett and Carson were on their feet, slapping Dylan on the back in a he-man sort of way. Dylan and his brothers had similar appearances—a few inches over six feet, she guessed, with dark hair and eyes, but they also each had their own unique look. Carson had a serious air about him and watchful eyes that seemed to skirt around the room. Mick handled himself like an eldest son in the same way Rocco did, watching over the others as if they were his responsibility. Brett had the type of deep-set eyes that spelled trouble, like he could see right through a person and tried his best to do so. And Dylan—my Dylan—was the perfect mix of sinful and serious.
Brett sidled up to Tiffany with a coy smile.
Dylan grabbed him by the back of his collar. “Stop looking at my girlfriend like she’s naked.”
Tiffany felt her cheeks flame. “Dylan!”
Brett laughed.
“Brett, say hello and behave,” Mick admonished. He definitely had the eldest-brother persona down pat.
“I honestly wasn’t looking at you like you were naked. I was just thinking how beautiful you lookclothed.” Brett hugged herappropriately, which she was thankful for. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. My thoughts about you are not X-rated. Dylan would never allow that. Instead, I’m wondering how you put up with the old softie.”
