Chapter 19
Indy
Dylan grabbed my hand and all but dragged me to the side door.
My heartbeat thundered in my ears. He stomped up the steps, ripped it open and then marched down the hall while I trailed silently in his wake.
But then he zagged and pulled me into a different room and slammed the door closed behind me then twisted the lock with a flourish.
“Why settle for a bathroom when you can have a whole bedroom?”
Anticipation sang through my bloodstream as my eyes bounced around the room—from the nondescript bed to the nightstand to the small dresser and settled on Dylan who stood in front of the door with a hooded and intent stare. All of him completely focused on me.
An insane urge to giggle bubbled up inside me. I was so freaking giddy I guess. I couldn’t believe I was really standing here with him. Couldn’t believe that he was seeing me. Finally seeing me as a woman. An adult. An equal.
And a desirable woman.
I know I should call him on his shit—ask him why he’d disappeared on me for over a week. But he was standing there looking all grrr and just…
This was my chance.
My chance to be with him.
“You still with me?” he asked softly. “Or did you change your mind?”
I shook my head. Changed my mind? Like hell. I was finally exactly where I wanted to be.
And to prove it, I backed away from him and sat down on the edge of the bed. Toeing off heels, I left them on the floor and then wiggled back on the bed. My legs came up on the bed and the organza material fell away, leaving me exposed from high on my thigh down.
Dylan closed his eyes briefly and rumbled a growl.
And then he was moving.
I held my breath as he prowled toward me and all but jumped up on the bed, crawling up the length, and then rested with his arms bracketing me on either side while his legs nestled between mine.
“You still with me, gorgeous?” He leaned down and nuzzled my jaw then kissed his way over to my lips.
“Yes,” I whispered, trying and failing to follow his lips. I wanted to feel them on mine again.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he murmured. “Couldn’t take my eyes off of you. Love you like this. But I love you all rumpled and covered in paint too.”
Tears blurred my vision for a second, and I shook my head. “Well, what are you waiting for?”
“Just taking a mental picture. Because this is the only thing I want to see when I close my eyes—you all spread on a pillow looking up at me like that. I feel like a fucking king right now, knowing that I put that look in your eyes. Fuck. You’re so fucking perfect.”
And then he was kissing me. Tears rolled down my cheeks, and I closed my eyes against them. I didn’t want to ruin the moment. It was just so much emotion. Everything I’d wanted was finally happening. And I was half afraid he was going to freak out and stop.
But Dylan knew me.
“These the happy kind, yeah?” he asked as he pressed kisses on the side of my mouth, then my cheek, and finally followed the dewy trail down my neck.
“Yes,” I moaned. “Please don’t stop.”
“Never, sweetheart. I finally got you where I want you. Never gonna let you go now.”
He nudged my straps down, pulling at the fabric until I felt a whoosh against my aching nipples.
“Perfect,” he murmured. “So fucking perfect.” He gave a happy little hum and then ducked down and nuzzled my breast with his lips. The stubble on his chin rasped against my skin, and I whimpered even as I arched into his mouth.
I wanted to feel him. I wanted to feel everything.
He flicked his tongue over my aching tip then suckled it deep into his mouth, pulling insistently.
I almost came right then. Everything inside me was so keyed up.
And despite my protestations of “experience” I’d had only one lover who’d been so inept I hadn’t had an orgasm with him—before, during, or after.
It’d been a wham, bam, whoops it’s over, ma’am.
But with Dylan. It was like everything was heightened. Everything was sharper.
More.
My thighs felt slick as I moved restlessly under him as he continued to suck and tease my nipple. I widened my legs and rubbed myself against him. At this point, it wouldn’t take much more to make me come.
And I think Dylan knew that.
He ground his hips into mine and moaned softly.
I arched into him. He pulled back and blew against my moist nipple. Then his fingers plucked at my aching tip, pinching harshly, and I lost it.
“Dylan!” I moaned as I went over. It was too much. All of him doing that to my sensitive nipples. My fingers dug into his back, and I rolled my hips against his before jerking to a stop. Then I just held on as bliss thundered through my body.
When I finally opened my eyes, I found Dylan grinning down at me.
“Fuck me. You’re good for a man’s ego, sweetheart. You ready to do that again?”
I smiled shyly back at him before nodding. “Yes, please. And three times a day.”
“Oh, we will definitely be doing that.” He rolled away from me, and judging by the rustling sounds I heard, was quickly disrobing.
I shifted to take my dress off, but I couldn’t reach the zipper on the back. With how tight the dress was on my torso, there was no way I was getting it off on my own. But then apparently that wasn’t the plan.
“Nuh-uh.” Dylan shook his head when he saw me pulling at my dress. “I want to fuck you in that dress. So when I see you in it later being all respectable, all I’ll be able to think of is how I’m the only one who knows what’s under it. Who’s seen and felt you come apart in my arms wearing it.”
“Dylan,” I gasped.
Then he pushed his shirt off and all I could think was finally.
Finally I’d be able to trace his tattoos.
Finally I’d be able to lick all those delicious muscles.
Finally he was mine.
He chuckled darkly when he saw my fascination. “I don’t think I have it in me to let you play this round. I need to take the edge off, and then I’m all yours, sweetheart.”
Before I could wrap my mind around that, he stood up and shucked his pants off, and all of him was out there for me to see.
And there was a lot to see.
A lot he was going to try to put inside me in a minute.
My eyes widened.
“Fuck,” he groaned as he palmed his erection in one hand, slowly running it up and down the length. “So good for the ego.” He laughed huskily, and his eyes twinkled as he stood there just staring at me.
I moved restlessly on the bed. I knew, I knew, he liked what he saw, but I felt so much better when he was there next to me—or my favorite on top of me—so I didn’t have time to think.
To doubt.
He reached down and pulled his wallet out of his pants. Then he tossed something onto the bed next to me. A silver square landed on the bed. A condom.
Right. That was important. I was glad one of us was thinking clearly. That had never even occurred to me.
He tipped his head, that hand still on his cock. “I only have one with me here, so we have to make this count.”
“I’m pretty sure they sell those in lots of stores all around the city.” I raised my eyebrows at him.
He rolled his eyes. “I have a whole box at home, but that doesn’t do us a lot of good right now.”
I darted a quick glance at the nearby nightstand.
But Dylan shook his head. “Yeah, no. I’m not going searching in my aunt’s drawers. That kinda thing would leave lifelong psychological scars.”
I giggled and then felt so powerful as Dylan seemed to be hypnotized at my bouncing boobs. They might be small, but they packed a punch with him.
“Fuck, sweetheart. I’m afraid this first time might have to be quick. I promise to make it up to you when we get home.”
My heart stuttered at that last part. When we get home. Because that was what Dylan had become for me. Home.
His eyes were intent as he crawled back onto the bed, his arms bracketing me again, and I felt so safe. He stared into my eyes for a moment and I caught my breath again as so many emotions ran through me. And then he tipped forward and kissed me.
As his lips moved over mine, his fingers coasted down my body, plucking my aching nipple for a moment before trailing down my dress to my panties.
Because I was still wearing underwear.
Why? Why! I could’ve taken them off instead of my dress at least. No zipper required.
I moved to tug them away, but Dylan broke our kiss before sitting up to kneel between my legs. “Uh-uh. That’s my job, sweetheart.”
My hands fell away as I took in the heat in his gaze. His eyes darted between mine and the distinct wet spot I felt between my legs. A wet spot I was 99% certain was visible to him.
And then he confirmed it as he reached out and ran a finger up and down the center of me. I groaned and arched into his touch, closing my eyes as the sensation was almost too much.
“So much sweetness,” he muttered. “I can’t—fuck it.”
Then I heard a tearing sound and a second later felt something brush against me. There. As I opened my eyes, Dylan brushed something against me, and then I realized he’d ripped my panties off. Totally ripped them from me until just the elastic circled my waist and one leg. “What the—”
He dove between my legs, and I swallowed my words. Because he was touching me, running a finger over my folds, nudging them apart and staring at the very center of me.
I shivered.
“So sweet.” He sounded almost hypnotized. My heart lurched.
And then he was licking me.
“Dylan,” I whined, moving restlessly. It was almost too much. Too much sensation. Too much emotion. I couldn’t handle it.
“Just one more little taste,” he murmured. “Can’t get enough.”
Then his finger joined the party as he pressed one finger into me as his tongue flicked over my clit. I moaned. One finger became two, and I was so wet the sound of my body accepting his fingers echoed around us in the quiet room. It was so loud.
So embarrassing.
“So fucking hot.” Dylan groaned as his lips brushed against me. “Could do this all day. Just eat you and watch your pussy stretch around my fingers. Goddamn.”