Chapter 12
Mel
Unlocking the door, I stepped inside, closing it after him.
"It's small. I only have one bedroom. And the balcony is just off the living room." I pointed to the door next to the TV that led out onto the balcony. "Do you want wine? I have a great chardonnay."
"Sure."
"Okay. You can go outside, and I'll be right there with the cheesecake, two glasses, and a bottle."
“I'll help you."
We went into the kitchen, which was next to the living room. It was small with a few cabinets and a little stove, refrigerator, and sink, but it was enough for me. I gave him the wine bottle to open and also two glasses.
While he poured the wine, I took my phone out of my bag.
I meant to check when the actual sunset time was, because I thought it was half an hour ago, and there was still a lot of light.
I tapped the screen of my phone, and the last apps I used came up.
I accidentally tapped the one for my audiobook, and it started playing.
Oh no!
I stopped it immediately. But not before the words "wrapped my hand around his cock" rang loud and clear in my kitchen. Thank God the windows were closed.
Dylan stopped in the act of pouring wine. He set the bottle on the counter, looking up at me. His eyes were fierce and full of steam.
"What was that?" he asked. The look on his face made me laugh.
"An audiobook," I said casually. I licked my lips, feeling the tension between us thickening. "Yes, I like steamy books. I like to read them, and I like to listen to them, okay? The steamier, the better. There, it's out there. Don't judge me."
"I'm not judging. It's sexy as fuck. I was barely able to keep my thoughts in line before now. It's just….” He took a deep breath, coming closer, tilting toward me. “I want you, Mel. Fuck, how I want you. Tell me to go, and I'll leave.”
"I don't want you to leave," I whispered.
He grinned. "You're making it hard for me to help you keep your resolution."
"Now you've suddenly decided you want to help?" I teased. “After breaking through every defense?”
He brought a hand to my face, pressing his thumb on the bow of my upper lip. "I want you, Mel. So damn much."
Everything inside me tightened. "I want you too. I can't think about anything else."
He kissed me, dirty and wet, and desire spread through me like wildfire.
I wasn't going to let this man go anywhere tonight.
I wanted him for me. I wanted to explore every delicious inch and touch him too.
I didn't want to leave any part of Dylan Gallagher unexplored.
If I only had one night, I was going to make it count.
I pushed his suit jacket off, then tore at the buttons of his shirt desperately, managing to take them off, and then pushed his shirt down his muscular arms. Once it was on the floor, I ran my hands over his arms and his chest, placing a quick kiss right on his pecs, lowering myself in a straight line.
Looking up, I grinned. "I was right about the six-pack. "
He pulled me up, tugging my dress over my head.
I was pleased that I put on super-sexy underwear.
I liked wearing sensual lingerie after spending most of my day in workout clothes, but this was downright sinful.
I was wearing red lace underwear. My bra had a clasp in the middle, and my panties had bows at the sides. If I tugged at them, they would drop.
"Fuck," he exclaimed, looking me up and down.
Cupping one breast over the bra, he nudged my legs wide apart with his knee and brought his other hand between my thighs.
When he touched two fingers over the fabric of my panties, I gasped.
The contact of the fabric against my sensitive skin was too much.
I buckled over, resting my forehead on his chest. He kissed my shoulder and brought one hand up my back.
There was something tender about the gesture, and I yearned for more.
I looked up at him, tugging at his belt.
I needed to take it off. I needed to take all his clothes off.
I wanted this man desperately; I’d never wanted anything else more.
Before I pushed down his pants, he grabbed his wallet and took a condom out of it, which turned me on even more.
After I rid him of his pants and boxers, I was about to tease him about still leaving my lingerie on, but I didn't get the chance because he sealed his mouth over mine and lifted me in his arms by my ass cheeks.
My center was rubbing against his erection.
I gasped. I wanted the fabric out of the way, needing skin-on-skin contact.
He walked with me through the apartment while I pointed the way to the bedroom.
He was so strong, carrying me like this.
I ran my palms over his arms, feeling how hard his muscles were contracting to keep me up.
Once we were in the bedroom, I thought he might set me down, but instead he pushed me against the wall.
He was supporting me with his pelvis. His cock was trapped between us, driving me insane.
He undid the clasp between my breasts, leaning in and kissing my nipple until I gasped.
He continued to tease me before gently lowering my feet to the floor.
"You look gorgeous," he said, trailing his finger down one breast and lower still.
He rested it on one bow of my panties before tugging at it slowly.
He moved to the other one just as slow. Was he trying to drive me crazy?
He pulled at it too, and my panties fell to the floor.
He groaned, taking a step back to look at me.
His gaze traveled up and down my body. There was too much heat in it. I wasn't sure what to do with myself.
"I want to taste you," he said. My knees weakened a little.
He pointed to the bed, and I lay down on it, legs bent at my knees, thighs wide apart, inviting him. He lowered himself on the bed right between my thighs. Looking up at me, he pressed the flat of his tongue against my tender flesh, and I fisted the sheet, moaning loudly.
Oh, oh, oh! I was already so on edge. How was this even possible? With every lap of his tongue, he was bringing me closer and closer to a climax until I couldn't take it anymore. I pushed myself up on my heels and then reached for him, tugging at his shoulder.
"No, I want you to come. I’m going to make you come like this first," he said.
I nearly climaxed just from hearing his dirty words.
Goose bumps formed on my skin. He pressed his thumb on my clit and alternated the pressure with that of his tongue.
I thrashed on the bed, calling his name.
When I looked down at him and our gazes crossed, I exploded.
My right leg shook violently. My breath hitched in my lungs. My entire body was burning.
He rolled on the condom.
As if in a dream, I felt him move up, kissing my shoulder while I still thrashed around. One hand was on my waist, the other next to my arm. He positioned himself at my entrance and pushed inside.
"Fuck, Mel." He groaned, entering me slowly.
I was still overly sensitized, still pulsing around him, but even so, I pressed my heels in the mattress and followed his rhythm, wanting to bring him just as much pleasure as he was giving me. When he moved a hand between us, rubbing my clit, I shuddered.
I couldn't believe he was so attentive, so intent to focus on my pleasure.
He kept me in a heightened state in-between orgasms while he thrust inside me harder and harder.
I was still feeling the aftershocks of the last climax, and the next one was already forming deep inside me.
It tugged at my insides. I was touching him everywhere I could.
I wanted to explore his body with my mouth—his whole body—but I could do that later.
Right now, I didn't want him to stop moving. It was as if my life depended on it, on feeling him inside me so rough and dirty. He still wasn’t taking his thumb off my clit, even though I could tell he was losing control of his own body.
I was lost in him, sensing his cock stiffening inside me. He was so, so close. Then I felt him explode, and I went over the edge the next second too. The pleasure took over every cell of my body, and I gave in to it.
Dylan
After cleaning up quickly, we went back to bed. We both were lying down on our sides, watching each other. I kept touching her shoulder and waist, and I wanted more. I wanted to explore all of her.
"You're so damn beautiful," I said. "So damn gorgeous."
"Why, thank you, Mr. Gallagher. Now that you already got in my pants, you don't have to keep up that charm."
I chuckled. "I'm sorry for making you miss the sunset."
"It was worth it. Though I'm conflicted. I still want to go out and enjoy the evening, but I also want to explore you." She touched my chest, getting closer. "I want to make the most of this night."
It took a second for me to understand what she was implying. I cupped her cheek, looking her straight in the eyes. My grip was possessive, but that was precisely how I felt about her. She was mine, and I was not nearly done exploring her.
"This is not a one-night thing, Melanie. You know it's not."
She bit her lip. "I don't want this to be just one night either." She sighed, touching my wrist. "Well, we've already established that we're not on the same page. As long as we keep that in mind, maybe we can enjoy our time together, however long that is."
Something about that bothered me, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Usually I was all for no-strings fun, but now the idea grated on my nerves. I chose to focus on what I did like, namely that things between us weren't ending tonight.
"That sounds good to me," I said, adding, “for now.”
Because I wasn’t even sure what I wanted anymore. Mel was making me question everything.