Chapter 13 Not a Chance
NOT A CHANCE
KATIE
My sex burned with his suggestion. The scent of his woody cologne and the way his eyes burned looking at me made me reconsider leaving.
I swallowed and tried to have more self-control.
“I have to go.” My lips pursed at the sight of his bulge.
It was such a shame that he had a huge and pretty dick.
If it were something average, it would have been fine.
But that weapon of mass destruction was going nowhere near my pussy. “Um… sorry for that and… good luck?”
Stop speaking, Katie.
I cringed internally, but the way his lips quirked made me feel better. And sadder. I would have loved to spend more time with him. As a bonus to his hot body, he was an expert at cunnilingus.
“You’re cute,” he said, leaning down and kissing my cheek. I remained stunned, frozen in place when his warm breath caressed my skin and saw how close his lips were to mine.
When he pulled back, my heart fell a little, wishing he would kiss me on my lips.
But it was too late for that.
I knew how to kiss. I didn’t need lessons in them, so it would simply be a waste of time.
“I’ll see you later,” Dex purred, wearing his proud smirk. “I’m always up for late-night booty calls or FaceTime.”
He winked, and I had the urge to lean on the tips of my toes—even in my heels—and pinch his ear.
“Bye, Dex,” I said, rolling my eyes.
“Bye, Kit-Kat,” he said, his voice barely audible, but I heard it just as I closed the door behind me. I leaned back against the wall and wondered why that nickname sounded so familiar. My cheek still tingled from his kiss, and I brushed my fingers over the spot, feeling the blood rush to my face.
I was going mad. Over a cheek kiss.
Shaking my head, I went to the elevator, sure that I would never see or meet him again. Despite his desperate need to please me, he seemed familiar in a way I couldn’t put my finger on.
Maybe he’s someone I bumped into at a coffee shop or who visited our store.
Not that I would ever see him again.
* * *
The hot breath that fanned my cheek felt familiar.
His hands, big, rough, and greedy, slid over my body. Nothing like his usual gentle touch. His mouth burned hot at my neck, sucking until I moaned and arched up into him. His warm body pressing against mine felt deliciously sexy. If someone put an ice-cube on me, it’d probably melt off.
“Fuck,” Dex whispered, his low, smoky voice echoing in my head and making me twist underneath his weight. “Your skin is so soft. You smell like a bakery.”
“It’s my vanilla body butter,” I moaned. It was one of my favorites and I always had another tub in stock. I made a mental note to remember to order a body wash with the same fragrance since I was running out of it.
He hummed, shoving my legs wider and sliding his fingers between my thighs and teasing me until I whimpered.
“Don’t stop,” I said, clutching his shoulders. The pads of his fingers made slow circles on my sensitive clit, but he kept increasing the pressure, making me moan and gasp.
“Not a chance,” he groaned, kissing lower and lower until his tongue made my hips buck in anticipation. He pinned me down harder, devouring me like a starved man. His hot tongue was lethal, and each stroke brought me closer and closer to the edge.
“More,” I panted, pushing my pussy into his face.
Hot white lust rose so fast it made my toes curl. My body coiled tighter and tighter until I thought I would shatter.
Then he lifted his head, lips glistening and smirking like the devil.
“Can’t believe you forgot me, Kit-Kat,” he said, his husky voice reverberating through my core. “Don’t worry. Now, I won’t let you get away, darling.”
My body froze. The nickname slammed into me like a truck.
Before I could piece it together, he pushed me right over the edge. My orgasm ripped through me, pleasure blinding and uncontrollable.
I jolted awake with a strangled gasp, with my body pillow shoved between my sticky thighs. My sheets were tangled around me, damp with sweat. My body was still pulsing as I tried to blink out of the wet dream.
The worst part? I’d come. Hard.
From a dream about… him.
“Oh. My. God.” I slapped both hands over my burning face. “No. Nope. Absolutely not.”
But my mind kept replaying it, like a filthy, cruel highlight reel. The heat of his tongue, the weight of his body…
And that nickname.
Kit-Kat.
The stupid nickname Dylan used when he was eighteen, mouth full of chocolate I’d bribed him with for solving math problems. The nickname I made him swear never to use again.
Holy. Shit.
Dylan. How?!
I hadn’t almost slept with a sexy stranger. I had almost slept with the Dylan. Amanda’s baby brother. My best friend’s younger brother. The kid who used to trail after me like a lost puppy… now all grown up and packing eight freaking abs.
“I cannot get wet for Dylan,” I groaned, burying my face in the pillow. My thighs squeezed involuntarily, betraying me. “I can’t believe I almost had sex with him.”
I stared blankly at the ceiling of my bedroom, swallowing at the feel of my satin shorts sticking to my thighs. My best friend’s little brother had grown up into a sin on legs… and apparently, my subconscious wanted him to ruin me.
I squeezed my eyes shut, shaking my head.
Why didn’t I realize it was him? Was that why he was so awkward when he first saw me?
He had gotten rid of his shoulder-length hair, and his face looked more… symmetrical. I would never have guessed it—
No, I had guessed it!
I knew there was something familiar and comfortable about him!
“And he saw my pussy,” I cried out. “Ate me out and ohmygod. I saw his penis. With a beauty mark. Fantastic. Burn that into my brain forever!”
What do I do now? Call him? Apologize? Threaten him into forgetting? Or maybe just… flee the country?
I can’t tell Amanda. Ever. She was my closest friend, and I could never look at her if I confessed to her. Also, she’d murder him.
Not like I planned to hire Dylan and let him teach me everything. Okay, maybe I did. But not after knowing it’s him.
I should scold him instead! He knew it was me, and yet…
“He knows I’m a virgin and want to seduce Justin,” I whispered into my pillow.
And he wants to pop your cherry.
I groaned, remembering how cocky he had looked. Why was life so unfair?
It was fine. He was busy. Last I heard, he was working at a start-up. Nowhere near my life.
Not busy enough to not be on that app.
Right. I will forget about Dylan, Dex. Whatever.
Except three days later…
He walked into the bathroom while I was naked and dripping wet from the shower in his bathroom.