Chapter 46
I let Dylan’s words sink in. He was in no hurry to leave once October ended. He didn’t want to work for his brother any more. He had feelings for me.
‘You like being here?’ I checked, my mind racing. I had been so sure that I wouldn’t see him again once the six-week pact we made was over with. But now hope sprang up inside my heart.
‘I do. Do you like me being here?’
‘Yes,’ I whispered. ‘I’ve been thinking that I don’t want you to go.’
‘Then I won’t go,’ Dylan said urgently. ‘I promise I won’t go. I don’t know what I’ll do here; I’m nowhere up to your farming standards…’ He grinned.
‘But we could work it out together?’
‘That’s what I want. Can I kiss you properly, please? I’m going crazy.’
I smiled and just had to time to nod before his lips met mine again.
This time, neither of us were shy or gentle about it.
Dylan threaded his fingertips through my hair as he held the back of my head and I wrapped my arms around his neck, moving as close as I could get without climbing onto his lap.
But then Dylan moved his hands to my waist and lifted me up on it.
My legs fell either side of him while we kissed hungrily, like we’d both been desperate to do it again.
‘God, I have wanted to do this every single day,’ Dylan murmured when he moved to kiss my neck, making me shiver. ‘Are you cold? Want to go into the cottage?’
‘Yes,’ I breathed, although I hadn’t shivered from the cold, but from his touch.
Dylan scooped me with him as he stood up. I squealed and wrapped my legs tightly around his waist as he started walking.
‘You can’t carry me,’ I protested, laughing as he headed for the cottage with purpose.
‘I don’t want to let you go now you’re in my arms again. Is that okay?’ he asked, holding me close to his chest.
‘Yes,’ I said, smiling. ‘Very much okay.’ I clung to him as he led us to the cottage, kicking the door open.
He shut it after we’d walked through. ‘Can we go to your room?’ I asked, thinking about how last time, we had got carried away in the kitchen then slept on the sofa. I wanted to be in Dylan’s bed now.
‘Is that a trick question?’
As we made for the stairs though, Dylan stumbled. He struggled to carry me up, making me giggle. Dylan started chuckling too.
‘I thought this would be more romantic,’ he joked as we made slow progress. We wobbled and I clung to him like a koala.
‘Put me down,’ I said, laughing and holding the rail as he almost tripped. ‘I don’t want to fall before we’ve had sex.’
Dylan paused then, laughing. ‘Stop it, I can’t breathe!’
We managed to get control of ourselves and he valiantly carried on and managed to get us to the top of the, thankfully short, staircase and through into his bedroom. He then took his coat off and pulled mine from me before tumbling with me on his bed.
‘That was some journey,’ I said, flopping back on the duvet as Dylan leaned over me, my legs still wrapped around him.
‘You can say that again,’ he replied seriously. He gently pushed back my hair and smiled down at me. ‘You are gorgeous, Willow. It’s been hell in here some nights thinking about you just over in the farmhouse in your bed. I wanted you here so badly.’
‘Yeah?’ I had to smile at that. ‘I looked over here a lot.’
Dylan pressed his lips against mine and the fire between us sparked up again.
‘Why are we still dressed?’ I complained after a minute.
He chuckled. ‘You’re so demanding in the bedroom. And I love it. Get off the bed with me,’ he said, getting up. I scooted along the bed and jumped up too, my body alive with anticipation.
He reached for the buttons on my shirt and undid them slowly, locking eyes with me as he did so. My heart was beating fast as he unpeeled my shirt from my shoulders and tossed it onto the floor. Then he stepped back and slowly undid his own shirt while I watched, craving his touch.
He seemed to guess my thoughts as he grinned and slowly took off his shoes, socks and trousers until he was just in his underwear. ‘Are you going to join me?’
I shook my head at his teasing and pulled off my clothes impatiently. I didn’t stop at my underwear, though; I tossed them to the side too so I was completely naked in front of him. ‘Is this what you thought about in your bed?’
Dylan drank me in hungrily. ‘God, yes.’
‘Are you going to come over here then?’ I said, sitting down on the edge of the bed and scooting backwards.
He quickly ditched his boxers and joined me on the bed, leaning over me again.
‘I want to kiss all your body like I did the first time.’ He dropped gentle kisses down the side of my face, brushing his lips on mine, before moving them down to my chest and across one of my breasts, lingering on my nipple.
I bit my lip as he carried on trailing kisses along my stomach and then my thigh and then he carried on down my leg and even pulled a toe into his mouth to give it a quick kiss.
I giggled. ‘You really did kiss it all.’
‘You taste so good. My favourite sweet treat.’ He came back and kissed my mouth again, moving his hand back up my body. This time, he parted my legs gently and touched me where I had been desperate for him. ‘Have you thought about this too?’
‘So many times,’ I whispered, arching my back as he stroked me. His lips moved back to my breast, sucking on my nipple, causing me to moan. ‘I wanted to be your sweet treat.’
Dylan lifted off me suddenly and he moved in between my legs, moving his mouth there.
I gasped as he acted like I was that sweet treat.
It felt so good, I couldn’t keep quiet. I let out another moan.
My body had definitely missed his touch.
I clutched the duvet in my hands as I cried out with pleasure suddenly and deliciously.
‘You’re so good at that,’ I said, shaking my head in wonder as my body trembled underneath him.
‘Will you sit on me, baby?’ Dylan asked as he rolled onto the bed beside me. ‘I’ve wanted that so much.’
‘Yes,’ I said, watching as he reached for himself and began stroking. ‘I want that too.’
Dylan pulled open the bedside table and got out a condom. When he was ready, I sat astride him and looked down at the admiring look on his face. ‘You are amazing,’ he gasped when he slid inside me.
I leaned down to kiss him as I grinded on top of him. ‘We’re amazing together.’
* * *
It was the early hours of the morning when we finally stopped kissing and touching and lay side by side in bed.
I looked around the dimly lit bedroom as Dylan stroked my arm and watched me. ‘These need refurbishing, don’t they?’
‘When I was trying to distract myself from thinking about you at night, I thought about what I would do to these cottages. I think they could be a great addition to the farm. If you refurbished the rooms and publicised them, especially with all the attractions you have throughout the year now, you would make good money from people coming to stay here. I think you could?—’
‘That’s it.’ I sat up excitedly, ignoring Dylan’s protest at me moving away from him. ‘You could run this business.’
‘Huh?’ He leaned on his elbow to look up at me as I knelt on the bed.
‘You could take over the Airbnb business for us; you’d be great at it. And we could share the profits. You could stay here and run the business. Um… if you wanted…’ I trailed off, suddenly wondering if I was being too pushy. But then I remembered to trust my gut. ‘I want you to,’ I added firmly.
Dylan sat up slowly, looking at me. ‘You would trust me to do that?’ he asked quietly.
I remembered what he’d told me about his brother and father. ‘I believe in you, like you believed in me.’
His face lit up and he gave me a big kiss. ‘Really? I could do it, Willow. I really could.’
‘I know,’ I told him firmly. ‘Do you really want to?’
‘I told you – I want to stay. This might be your best idea yet.’
‘Well, it was your idea really… Let’s talk to Dad about it all.’ I glanced at the clock. ‘We have so much to do, we should go to sleep, but I am kind of peckish.’
‘Want me to get us a snack?’
‘No, I will.’ I hurried off and when I returned with a tray, Dylan was leaning against the pillows on the bed.
‘I brought some snacks but then I couldn’t resist this…
’ I put the tray on the bedside table and picked up the can of whipped cream that he still had in the fridge.
I crawled onto the bed and went over to Dylan.
I leaned over his bare chest and squirted some cream on it.
Dylan’s breath hitched as I licked it off.
‘I thought you said we should go to sleep,’ he gasped as he ran his fingertips through my hair while I cleaned the cream off him.
I looked at him and reached for his boxers. ‘You don’t want me to take these off and have a sweet treat of my own then?’
‘Fuck, yeah, I want that. So much,’ he said, watching with dark eyes as I grinned and started to slide them off. ‘Forget what I said earlier about falling for you. This is it for me. I’ve already fallen.’
I paused to smile back at him. ‘I’ve already fallen too,’ I said. ‘Like the leaves on the trees,’ I added; even though it was a cheesy-as-hell line, I was unable to resist.
‘Like the leaves on the trees,’ he agreed as I slid his boxers off and we ignored all the work ahead of us and concentrated on each other instead.