“So half of you wants us to have sex?”
“Actually, about three-quarters of me wants it. One-quarter knows it’s probably a bad idea.”
“Probably?” She choked out a laugh. “I almost married your brother, Dylan.”
“And yet somehow that doesn’t seem to bother me anymore.”
“Right. Somehow.” She snorted. “It’s easy to overlook the reasons you shouldn’t do something when you want it badly enough.”
“And you don’t?”
“I don’t what?”
“Want it.” His lips quirked. “Because you’ve been giving off come-hither signals since the second you saw that box of condoms.”
“Again with the come-hither signals? You really like saying the words come-hither, huh?”
“And you’re deflecting. Answer the question. Do you want to have sex with me?”
His frankness was oddly thrilling. So was the way he slid closer, eliminating the distance between them. He moved the box of provisions out of the way, then scooted even closer, and Claire’s heart began to race. Their thighs were touching, his covered by sweatpants, hers bare thanks to her short-shorts, and the heat of his body sizzled her flesh, eliciting a rush of excitement that rippled through her blood.
“Yes, no, maybe?” he prompted.
It was in that moment Claire realized how honesty might be considered a weakness rather than a strength, because the word “Yes” slipped out of her mouth before she could stop it.
But damn it, she did want this. Dylan had set her entire body on fire from that one measly kiss—she could only imagine what he was capable of doing to her if they were naked.
Maybe it made her a mega slut and a terrible person, but she really, really wanted to find out.
As his mouth curved in a satisfied smile, Dylan brought his hand to her face and stroked her cheek with his thumb.
“You’re always blushing.” He cocked his head pensively. “Is that blush limited to your cheeks, though? Or do other parts of you get nice and rosy too? Maybe here, you think?”
He glided his fingers along the curve of her neck and down to her collarbone.
As if on cue, heat suffused her chest.
“Oh, that’s nice.” His eyes were focused intently on the flush rising just above the neckline of her tank top.
The pads of his fingers were rough, callused, creating a gentle scrape over her skin as he caressed the upper swell of her breasts.
“This is crazy,” she murmured.
“Probably.”
“Definitely.”
He withdrew his hand. “I’ll stop then.”
Disappointment spiraled through her, and God help her, but her lips formed a squeaky protest. Yes, this was crazy. Yes, sleeping with Chris’s brother would be highly inappropriate. But she wanted it to happen. She needed it to happen.
“Claire?” His expression was expectant.
“You know the night I caught you kissing Aidan?” she heard herself blurting out.
“How can I forget?” he said dryly.
“That night…what I saw…” She tried to articulate her jumbled thoughts. “The two of you were completely wrapped up in each other, oblivious to the world around you. It was so intense and it made me kind of sad because I’d never experienced anything that even came close to that.” She swallowed. “And I was so turned on afterwards.”
He looked incredibly intrigued. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
His voice lowered to a husky pitch. “Did you make yourself come when you went back to your room?”
“Yes.”
A groan rumbled out of his chest. “Aw, fuck, Claire, that’s hot. You were fingering yourself while I was in the living room twenty feet away?”
“Yes.”
She should have been mortified confessing all this to him, but it was impossible to feel embarrassed when Dylan was looking at her with such unadulterated lust. When her gaze lowered to his groin, she made out the unmistakable ridge of his erection, and a resulting rush of moisture soaked her panties.
“Did you come hard?” he rasped. “Was it good?”
She met his sultry gaze. “It was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”
“Hmmm. Challenge accepted.”
“Of course you’d see that as a challenge,” she said with a shaky laugh. “But yeah…watching the two of you like that…it showed me what I was lacking in my own life.”
“Where are you going with this?”
She inhaled a deep breath. “I guess what I’m saying is that I want to experience…well, passion.” A wry note entered her voice. “And since we’re trapped in here for the next couple of hours, I guess having sex wouldn’t be a totally preposterous idea.”
“Are you trying to convince me, or yourself? Because I was on board from the second you pulled out those condoms.”
The grin he flashed her was contagious. “That’s because you’re a man. Women need some time to rationalize before they jump into things.”
“So are you done rationalizing?”
She pondered that. “I think so.”
“Good. Then come here and kiss me.”
“Come wher—” She yelped in delight as he hauled her onto his lap.
She grabbed his shoulders and clutched the sleeves of his T-shirt, moaning when he tugged on her ponytail to yank her head down. The second their lips met, heat unraveled inside her and danced along her flesh. He kissed her like a man possessed, his tongue sliding inside her mouth with a greedy thrust, robbing her of breath.
Passion. There it was. Surrounding her. Consuming her. She’d never been kissed like this before. Except…wait, that wasn’t true, because she’d experienced this very same thrill the other night when she’d kissed him. This time, however, there was no doubt in her mind that he was attracted to women—the hard cock pressing against her ass was all the evidence she needed.
Dylan continued to drive her wild with his mouth, his tongue, his teeth as he nibbled on her bottom lip before sucking on it. His hands traveled down the bumps of her spine, callused fingers snaking beneath the hem of her shirt.
She shivered as he began sliding the material up, those strong hands caressing her stomach, moving closer and closer to the undersides of her breasts.
When his exploration came to an abrupt halt, she voiced her disapproval in the form of a groan.
“Don’t worry,” he said with a chuckle. “I have every intention of playing with these gorgeous tits, but first I want to enjoy the view. Up you go.”
In the blink of an eye, he was helping her to her feet.
“What are you doing?”
A smile lifted the corners of his mouth. “Me? Well, I’m going to lie here like this—” he fell back on his elbows, looking mighty pleased with himself, “—and watch while you undress.”
Her eyebrows flew up. “You want me to do a striptease? Am I supposed to dance or something?”
“Naah, no dancing required. And you don’t even have to go slow. Rip those clothes off if you want.”
“Do it for me.” Her brazen order came out of nowhere, surprising them both.
“Nope. Like I said, I’m just gonna enjoy the view.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously.” He licked his lips. “Come on, honey, show me some skin.”
Although the two of them had worked everything out, a part of her still felt slightly wary, wondering if he was playing a cruel joke on her. Like she would take off her clothes, let him see her naked, and then he’d jump up and say, “Gotcha! I still hate you!”
Dylan must have read her mind, because he let out a breath and stood. “How about this? I’ll go first.”
“What—”
She didn’t get to finish her sentence, because the next thing she knew, he yanked his T-shirt over his head and tossed it aside, then shoved his sweatpants down his legs.
Claire gaped at him, heart pounding even harder. Her gaze darted around like a pinball, unable to land on one particul
ar spot. Every inch of him was pure perfection, from his smooth, tanned skin to his tight six-pack, from the muscular thighs dusted with golden hair to the unmistakable erection beneath his black boxer briefs.
Somehow she managed to find her voice. “The undies stay on, huh? I guess putting yourself on display isn’t as liberating as you thought, is it?”
“I’m keeping these on for your sake, not mine.” He smirked. “Because the second you see my cock, you’ll get all weak-kneed and distracted. Probably applaud for a couple of minutes, too—that’s a common response I get from the ladies.”
She burst out laughing. “Someone thinks highly of himself.”
“Oh, I think very highly of my dick, honey,” he said solemnly. “And with good reason. Fuck Helen of Troy—bigger wars have been fought over my cock.”
As Claire rolled her eyes, Dylan settled back on the bed and got comfortable. “Now, where were we? Oh, right, you were about to get naked.”
With Dylan lying there half-naked, she no longer felt as self-conscious, but her hands did tremble as she reached for the hem of her top. After a beat of uncertainty, she ordered herself to quit being a wuss and swiftly took off her shirt. Her shorts were next, which left her in a black bikini-style bra and matching panties.
She hesitated, fingers poised over the front clasp of her bra.
Dylan’s nostrils flared. “Lose the underwear, Claire. I want to see you naked.”
A shiver skated through her. Taking a breath, she flicked the clasp and let the bra fall to the floor. Then she wiggled out of her panties and stood in front him naked, just like he’d requested.
No man had ever looked at her the way Dylan was looking at her now. His gaze traveled over her body as if he owned it, leaving little pinpricks of desire in its wake. She felt exposed standing there, and yet at the same time, bold and feminine and so very sexy.
Dylan didn’t say a word as he got his fill. He stayed quiet for so long she shifted her feet awkwardly. “Now what?” she murmured.
“Now you come closer.”
Her heart thudded as she did what he asked, but just before she reached the side of the bed, he shook his head and said, “Stay right there.”
She stayed put, wondering what he was planning to do. Anticipating it.
God, why wasn’t he touching her?
He chuckled when he saw the impatience in her eyes. He hopped off the bed and rose to his full height, the sheer size of him sending her pulse into another tailspin. He was so much taller than her, his big body dwarfing her petite one, making her feel both vulnerable and…safe. Because no matter how much bigger he was, no matter how much stronger, she knew this man wouldn’t hurt her.
When he lightly rested one hand on her hip, she shivered again. She tipped her head back, expecting him to pull her close and kiss her, but he didn’t do either of those things.
What he did was get on his knees and press his mouth directly on her pussy.
“Oh God.” Nearly keeling over with pleasure, Claire’s hands once again grabbed hold of his shoulders so she could steady herself.
“Now, this isn’t fair,” he said in a raspy voice, peering up to look at her.
She blinked. “What isn’t?”
“You’re totally bare.” His finger traveled along the length of her slit. “How will I know if you’re a natural redhead?”
A laugh lodged in her throat. “I guess you’ll have to take my word for it.”
“Guess so.” His breath tickled her sensitive flesh, unleashing a new flurry of shivers.
He leaned in and planted an open-mouthed kiss on her inner thigh, then dragged his tongue across the top of her mound so he could kiss her other thigh. “You’ve got the softest skin,” he muttered.
When he moved his head away again, she glanced down and almost stopped breathing when she noticed his hot gaze focused on her most intimate place.
“Fuck, you’ve got the prettiest pussy.” He ran his finger over her folds again, all the way down to the wetness pooling at her entrance.
They both groaned when he pushed just the tip of his finger into her opening.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he hissed out. “Fuck, Claire, I wanna shove my tongue inside your pussy and taste you.”
Oh. My. God.
She hadn’t expected the dirty talk. At all. And it turned her on so much her clit began to throb. Painfully. She was so aroused it actually hurt.
She was unsure whether he was waiting for permission to follow through on the wicked picture he’d painted, but when he didn’t make a move, she parted her legs wider in invitation.
His eyes burned with approval. “That’s it, honey, open yourself up to me.”
And yet he still didn’t do a damn thing.
“Please. Do something.” An unsteady breath flew out of her mouth.
“What do you want me to do?” he asked innocently.
“Don’t you dare tease me, Dylan. Do something.”
“If you insist.”
His tongue touched her clit and Claire promptly saw stars.
The warmth of his mouth surrounded that swollen bud as he suckled on it, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her system. It felt so good she almost fell over again, but Dylan gripped her hips to keep her in place.
He made little sounds of happiness as he devoured her. The stubble dotting his chiseled face abraded her sensitized skin, only adding to the mounting pleasure. His tongue moved with a skill that should have annoyed her—because jeez, he must have gone down on hundreds of women in order to get this damn good at it. But the thought only sparked gratitude for all the women who’d—no pun intended—come before her because, well, because he was this damn good at it.
“Yes, just like that,” she whimpered when he flattened his tongue and started licking her as if she were a tasty lollipop.
The tension began to build, gathering in her core, a tight knot just ready to burst apart, but Dylan had apparently mastered the ability to control the female orgasm, because each time she got close to toppling over the edge, he abruptly yanked her back from it.
“No coming,” he chided after he’d stolen an orgasm from her for the third time. “I’m not done yet.”
He punctuated that by spearing his tongue into her and fucking her with it until she was close to exploding once more.
“Not yet,” he growled, and then that tongue disappeared and stopped doing all the wonderful things it had been doing.
“Are you always this bossy?” she wheezed out.
“Yes. Are you complaining?”
Was she? Hell fucking no. If anything, his dominance was…liberating. So was his confidence—he didn’t peek up every few seconds to gauge if she was enjoying it, didn’t stop to ask her if he was “doing it okay”. He just licked and sucked and teased and dared her not to like it.
It was a whole new experience, and the incredible sensations he produced inside her were ones she’d never felt with any of her previous lovers, Chris included.
Do not think about Chris right now.
Her brain’s sharp command didn’t go unheeded. Banishing all thoughts of Chris, she brought one hand to Dylan’s head and threaded her fingers through his short blond hair. “Does it look like I’m complaining?” she said in a breathy voice.
His expression turned smug. “Didn’t think so. Now be a good girl and come for me.”
“But you just said—”
He latched his mouth onto her clit and shoved two fingers deep inside her, and she exploded like a firecracker. The orgasm swept her away in a flash flood of ecstasy, seizing every muscle in her body and pulsing through her nerve endings. She’d never come standing up before, and her knees buckled involuntarily, rocking her equilibrium.
Dylan’s grip on her waist tightened, holding her in place as she rode out the release and trembled against his hungry tongue. The second she’d recovered he was on his feet and kissing her, his tongue filling her mouth the same way it had filled her pussy.
She
tasted herself on his lips and there was something so deliciously dirty about that. Moaning, she tugged on the waistband of his boxer briefs, but her fingers were shaking so hard she couldn’t seem to rid him of the pesky garment. She cursed in frustration. Damn it, she needed him naked.
Chuckling, Dylan pushed her hands out of the way and took over. His underwear hit the floor, and she got her wish—he was naked.
And he was incredible.
Her mouth watered as she stared at the long erection that rose up and slapped his navel, prompting him to arch a dark-blond eyebrow. “Enjoying the view?”
“Oh my God. Yes.”
She reached out and touched his chest, ran her palm over that hard male flesh, traced the occasional scar she discovered beneath her fingertips. The scars were a reminder of what he did for a living, the danger he faced and the risks he took, but that only heightened her excitement. This man was a warrior. Was there anything sexier?
Her hand continued its southward journey, fingers skimming the defined ridges of his abs before moving even lower. The line of hair arrowing down to his groin fascinated her. She followed the path of those wiry hairs until her hand finally reached his erection.
“Wrap your fist around my cock.” His eyes glittered as he voiced the command.
She circled the wide shaft with her fingers and gave it a gentle squeeze.
Dylan hissed out a breath. “I want you to suck me off, Claire. I want your hot mouth on my dick.”
Liquid desire pooled between her legs, her body completely forgetting that it had reached climax mere minutes ago. Her heartbeat accelerated as she gazed at the hard cock in her hand. Oh yeah, she wanted to taste him. She wanted to feel the thick length of him lodged inside her mouth.
But before she could experience either of those things, Dylan scooped her up in his powerful arms and deposited her on the bed. She landed on the mattress with a not-so-graceful thump, her jaw dropping.
“What the hell?” she grumbled. “What’d you do that for?”
The predatory gleam in his eyes said it all. He loomed over the bed, gloriously naked, his body so hard and chiseled it may as well have been carved out of marble. A second later, he ripped open the condom box, tore one of the plastic squares off the strip, and rolled the latex onto his erection.
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