Chapter 4
I’M READY
DYLAN
“I’m a virgin,” Katie said, her words striking a chord in me, echoing and bouncing around my head like a ping-pong ball.
“How?” That word slipped out before I could comprehend what I was saying.
“How?” Katie repeated, tilting her head. “How am I a virgin?”
I was a mess.
And I was making a mess.
“You see,” she started, her lips pursed. “I never had an intimate—”
“I-I get it!” I blurted, rubbing my clammy palms on my jeans. I was going to die. “But, I just… don’t mind my words, but you’re so hot and… I thought that—”
“That I was experienced in the art of sex?” She finished my sentence with a small smile.
I lied before. I was going to die now. If she kept giving me her calm, serene look with her plump lips curled in the corner revealing the small dimple on her chin—I was going to die a lucky man.
No, scratch that, a frustrated man. I was trying so fucking hard to control my boner.
“Yeah,” I said dumbly, staring at the world between her hazel eyes.
Get a grip, Dylan. You’re losing your cool.
I licked my lips, enjoying the way her eyes glanced down for a second. “I can’t imagine that you’ve never—pardon my French—gotten laid.”
“It was never my priority,” she said, crossing her legs.
My gaze darted to her thighs once again.
I should be awarded with a gold medal for controlling my boner.
I was going to fuck my fist so hard once she left.
Maybe I can extend an hour so I can plant my face right where she’s sitting while pumping—
“I had to take care of my nephew and then went to college and soon after that, the corporate world,” Katie continued, unaware of the filthy thoughts that corrupted my brain whenever she was around. “I didn’t think sex was important.”
“Until now?” I asked, raising my brow and sitting down beside her.
“Until now,” she nodded.
I knew how much she had hustled back in college, juggling classes with that part-time job at the rundown little jewelry store. I’d admired her sketches and designs, certain she was destined for more. I was happy and proud of her when she joined her current position at Opulence.
I didn’t want to show her that I was glad she was inexperienced in some fucked-up way. But I was. I could show her what true pleasure felt like. Passion, intimacy, the art of sex, as she called it.
But why did she think sex was important now?
I traced the line of her throat with my eyes and asked, “Why do you think it’s important now?” I added, clenching my hand in a fist, “Because you want to seduce someone?”
Whoever this someone was, I was punching them in my mind. But also congratulating them since she came to me first.
Hehe. Take that, fuckface.
“Yes, I have to seduce him,” she said, her face turning serious.
So it was him.
“Why do you have to?” I said and quickly added, “I mean, it doesn’t matter, of course. We can get into the teaching part right away.”
Katie averted her gaze, looking to her lap before sighing. I resisted the urge to hug her. It had been six years, and I wanted to talk about so much, but my selfishness and stubbornness stopped me. I wanted her. Until she remembers who I was.
“I’ll tell you later, but right now…” her eyes glittered in the dim light of the hotel room. “W-we can start, I guess.”
I knew she was trying to act brave by keeping her shoulders stiff and back straight, but I noticed the little tremble of her bottom lip. The light tapping of her heel as she waited for me to make a move.
But honestly, she looked like a tiny lamb ready to get mauled by a hungry, bad wolf.
And even though I was a selfish bastard, I wasn’t a sadist.
“Before we start, I want to give you a test.”
She perked up. “A test?”
“Yes.” I smirked. “Do your best to flirt with me and then I’ll give you a score based on how you do. How does that sound?”
Katie hummed. “I can do that.” She nodded, taking a deep breath before checking me out.
I swallowed, my stomach tensing when her eyes flickered from my pants—thank god, I didn’t have a boner—to my shirt that stretched over my shoulders to my face.
I held my breath as she stared at me with her big hazel eyes that looked so innocent and curious.
I wanted her to keep looking at me, even if it meant I might run out of breath and faint (probably on her lap).
I didn’t want her to use that gaze on him.
“Are you ready?” She asked, raising her brow.
Fuck yeah, I’m ready. Do you want me on the chair, in the shower or in the bed? Top or bottom? Doesn’t matter. I’d let you use me like your personal toy anytime and anywhere you want.
“Yes,” I said, my voice hoarse. “Yes, I’m ready, Katie.”
Surprise flickered through her eyes, and for a second I wondered if she remembered me—but no, she just liked the way I said her name.
She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, glancing at me through her lashes. “Hi, I’m Katie.”
I smirked, shaking her hand. “Nice to meet you, Katie.” I kept my hold on her soft skin, raising it to my mouth before brushing my lips on her knuckles and keeping my eyes pinned on hers. “I’m Dex.”
The mild scent of her intoxicating perfume filled my nose, and I wanted to keep kissing her hand, caress each pad of her fingers, sucking it, biting it and licking it until she squirmed.
Her slender throat bobbed when I lifted my head and let go of her hand, which was shaking. Either with nervousness or…
“Dex,” she said, testing it out on her tongue. Her palms were fixed on her lap, her eyes not meeting my face. “That’s an interesting name.”
I shrugged, leaning back on my hand and nodded around. “Do you come here often?”
Kill me now. I was trying hard to let her take the reins, but I wanted to skip the talking foreplay and get right into the eating-her-out-foreplay.
Katie looked around the honeymoon suite and tilted her head. “Come to a hotel room to meet a stranger off of the internet and have sex with them?” She smiled, and it went straight to my cock, making it pulse. “No, Dex. I don’t.”
I licked my lips. “Is that so?”
She hummed and asked, “You have a nice body.”
I built it just for you. So I could be taller than you, pick you up, take you anywhere and protect you. Do you remember me now? How annoyed I was when you were taller than me once. Do you remember your Dylan?
“Do you workout—”
“I do,” I said, leaning up and crowding her space. “I swim, run, lift weights and also fuck pretty girls like you for cardio. Do you want to test it out?”
“Test what?” Her eyes widened, a pink flush creeping up her neck. “Your stamina? I-I think I…”
I arched a brow, holding my silence as the seconds dragged out between us.
Neither of us looked away, the air thickening with every beat of my quickening pulse.
Her dark, musky vanilla scent wrapped around me, rich and intoxicating, until it filled my lungs like sin.
My gaze lingered on the elegant curve of her throat, and I couldn’t stop imagining what it would be like to press my lips there, to discover if her skin tasted as decadent as she smelled.
Katie broke first. Standing up and moving away from me as if she were scared I might pounce on her. I was afraid that I might have.
“Are you okay?” I asked, my voice husky.
She had her back to me, and I could see her shoulders relax as she took a deep breath before turning to face me. She studied my profile before saying, “Remove your shirt.”
My brows raised—so did my cock (but hey, I kept not-so-little-Dylan in control) and stared at her.
“Why?”
Her gaze sharpened. “Because I said so.”
Yes, ma’am.