Chapter 7
seven
. . .
Lizzy
Lizzy was tired of the battle between her head and her heart.
It was exhausting, and she didn’t have any fight left in her.
Her insides were a washing machine of contradictory emotions.
On top of the turmoil of the band’s dissolution, she’d been assaulted with these new feelings for Dillon that had her thoughts reeling.
He’d been chipping away at the brick wall that protected her heart all day.
There was little resistance left. A good jolt and it would crumble.
The silhouette of him standing in the doorway, with the realization that after tomorrow she may never see him again, almost did her in.
His long hair fell over one shoulder. His brown eyes were as warm as the sun, and the hard, round muscles of his chest pulled at his T-shirt.
Her legs were wobbly, and she needed to lock her knees to keep from falling into his arms. She had no words to describe what was happening to the inside of her underwear right now, while he gazed at her with lust in his sexy dark eyes.
She opened her mouth to tell him to come back inside, but she didn’t get a chance because his lips came down on hers with a vengeance. He put his hands through her hair and held her face steady while kicking the door closed with one foot.
She didn’t resist. She let go and kissed him with the ferocity of a lioness finally catching her prey.
His erection jutted into her as she leaned into him, and she rubbed against it with an urgency.
His hands slid down her back, leaving a hot trail of tingles, and landed on her butt cheeks, holding her body against his as he gyrated against her in a rough, urgent display of ownership.
He broke the kiss to inhale a gust of air, and then his lips went to her neck.
He licked and sucked at the sensitive skin, and it lit a fire between her legs.
She tugged at her top, impatient to free herself of her clothing.
Dillon’s hands were on her breasts in an instant, kneading and massaging with his strong fingers.
He pulled at her bra and threw it to the floor.
His mouth found one of her nipple rings, and he tugged on it with his teeth.
She gasped at the sudden sharp pain, but it turned into an erotic sensation that sent a shudder straight to her core.
He slipped his index finger through the ring.
Just the tip fit through the small circle, but the gentle pull was enough to make her entire body tremble.
Panting heavily, she paused to catch her breath before she asked, “Do you want to take this into the bedroom, or do you want to do it right here on the floor?”
He answered by undoing her belt buckle and peeling her jeans down to her knees.
He was kneeling in front of her and took a moment to stare at her panties and the small triangle of cloth that covered her crotch before he pressed his lips to it.
As soon as his mouth was on her, she felt her body let go and let her desire for this man break free.
He teased her through the fabric, never pushing it aside so he could have direct contact with her waiting flesh.
He nibbled at her body through the silky material, making her gasp and beg for more.
She panted as sensations flooded her body.
The rush of endorphins and lack of oxygen from breathing heavily made her sway, and she needed to lean into the wall for support, but it did little to hold her up, and she slowly slid down to the floor.
Dillon’s mouth stayed attached to her body, separated only by the thin material of her thong, until their positions forced them to separate.
He sat back on his heels while she lay splayed on the floor, her jeans now around her ankles.
He pulled her boots off and tossed them across the room.
Her jeans and panties followed, so now she was completely naked while he was fully dressed.
That needed to be rectified immediately.
She tugged at Dillon’s shirt and slipped it over his head, revealing his well-muscled, tattooed chest. She reached for him and stroked the curve of his bicep, enjoying the strength beneath her hand, then leaned back against the wall and spread her legs wide open, inviting his mouth for a return visit.
Instead of accepting, he shed the rest of his clothes in a frenzied haste.
The aggressive manner in which he undressed was an erotic charge, and she immediately reached for him.
She wanted to push him down and straddle him, but that would be too easy.
Lizzy Stone didn’t give away the crown. She took the jewels and wore them with pride.
She was going to show Dillon that she could rock out in the bedroom just as good as she rocked out on stage.
When she took him in her mouth, flashes of last night passed behind her closed eyes, and it released a surge of endorphins that made her suck him harder.
His thick thighs tightened and shook. “Slow down,” he groaned, gripping her forearms with both hands.
“I . . . I’m not going . . . to hold out.
” He dropped to his knees and tried to push her to the floor, but she was in control and reversed the movement, so he was the one with his back on the hard tile.
With her knees on either side of his legs, she crawled up his body while giving him a sexy stare.
His hands slid up her thighs and suddenly pulled her in position and his mouth took her greedily.
Hungrily. A steady pulsating beat reverberated through her entire lower region.
It began between her legs and vibrated deep inside her.
His technique was like nothing she ever experienced.
His strong hands and arms kept her in place, so he hit his target with every flick of his tongue.
Spasms caused her to fall forward, and her hands slapped the cool stone.
She couldn’t see anymore. Everything was a blur of red as her hair fell in front of her face.
The overwhelming sensations that careened through her body robbed her of her other senses.
She was blinded by waves of pleasure, deafened by the vibration inside her body, and her sense of smell was closed off by the deep gusts of air that passed through her mouth.
The only sense she needed was touch. She only needed to feel the exquisite orgasm that imprisoned her.
With her hands still braced on the floor and her thighs still straddling Dillon’s face, she surrendered.
There was no use trying to resist anymore, not after his tongue immobilized her with the purest release of her life.
Lifeless and gasping for air, she collapsed on top of him. There was no strength left in her body, and she rolled onto the floor.
Dillon scooped her up in his arms and carried her toward the bedroom.
She tucked her arms in front of her and snuggled her face into his chest, inhaling his masculine scent.
She couldn’t remember the last time a man carried her.
The tender embrace of his strong arms created a safe place where she was protected from the indecision of “what if?” and “what happens next?” The warmth that enveloped her wasn’t tainted with the uncertainty of tomorrow.
He gently placed her on top of the unmade bed.
She hated the starched appearance of perfectly ironed sheets.
The rumpled linens and extra pillows were inviting and playful.
A blissful smile spread across her face as she nestled into the bed.
“Why don’t you get us a drink? I think we need to hydrate. ”
He gave her a crooked smile. “I got enough fuel to last all night.” Then he leaned in, so their lips were almost touching. “You, on the other hand, look like you won’t last the hour. What’s the matter? The great Lizzy Stone can’t keep up with the boys?”
She placed her lips on his in a slow tender kiss that sent a fresh tingle through her body. “You found my weakness. It’s your mouth, Dillon Rivers.”
He smiled, and a light shown in his eyes.
She could tell he wanted to say something more, but he hesitated.
He kept staring deeply into her eyes for several seconds, and then he hugged her tightly, with his face nestled in the crook of her neck.
The intimate embrace, something she never expected from Dillon, filled her chest with warmth.
It felt right. Natural. The intense connection that transpired between them was more than just lust. It was deeper than a physical need or an attraction.
She melted into his body and held him tighter.
She wasn’t used to surrendering her heart to anyone.
She was always on the defense, but, somehow, she let herself trust Dillon.
He’d said, numerous times, that he wanted her in his life.
She was fighting it, even though, deep down, she wanted him in her life too.
But there was still a shadow of hesitancy.
Why was she holding back? Had the years of ill feelings and constant conflict soured her toward anything that remotely reminded her of the band?
Dillon still had her in his arms and didn’t show any signs of loosening his embrace, and she wondered what was going on in his head. “What are you thinking about?” she whispered.
He exhaled a deep breath and pulled away just enough to look at her.
His hand skimmed her cheek, and he smiled softly.
“I was thinking about how long I waited for you. Tonight was my last shot. I thought I blew it. I thought you really meant it when you said last night didn’t mean anything to you, but now I know you really do care about me. ”