“PJ, wait!” Dylan yelled from behind me, his footfalls keeping the same swift pace as mine. He caught up with me and blocked my escape path. My breaths came quick as he pulled my body flush to his.
“If I’d…acted on this before today,” he panted as his eyes bore into mine. His cheek was red, but he didn’t seem to notice or care. “You know what would have happened. Jack, your parents—”
“My mother knows how I feel about you. Jack and my dad—”
“They’ll kill me.” He lifted a brow as his hand feathered down my cheek. “Hell, if I was in their position, I’d kill me, too.” His lips pulled into a wry smile. “And I tried, I really did only come here tonight to make sure you were okay. But I can’t pretend anymore.” His index finger traced along my lip. “I can’t watch another guy kiss you.”
He covered my mouth with his, claiming me with his lips and his tongue, and instead of fighting the bastard, I let him. Another whimper escaped me as I slumped against him.
He tore his lips from mine and grabbed my hand, pulling me to the back of the parking lot. I followed, mindless and trembling with a cascade of emotion so intense I couldn’t see straight. The right thing to do would have been to kick him in the balls and race back inside and try to salvage the rest of the night with my friends.
My goal was to move on, to finally get this painful monkey off of my back. But after finally getting the kisses I’d waited a lifetime for, there was no way I wouldn’t have followed Dylan anywhere at that moment.
6
PJ
Of all theways I’d imagined how tonight would go, I never thought I’d end uphere; with Dylan, his lips and his hands all over me. Every time I resolved to stop this insanity and jump out of his truck, I fell deeper into his kiss. My weakness pissed me off, but it was difficult to storm away from the only place I’d ever wanted to be.
“I can’t stop kissing you,” he murmured against my lips before lifting me over the console and onto his lap.
“Dylan,” I panted, realizing screwing my head back on straight wasn’t happening as long as Dylan was touching me.
“Shh …” He put his finger on my lips before trailing it down my chest, flirting with the neckline of my off-the-shoulder blouse. I’d worn the skinny jeans Riley suggested and sky-high heels as per usual. At my pint size, I needed height help to look normal-sized humans in the eye. My breath hitched as his hand slid down my leg and traced the strap around my ankle. “You’re so damn beautiful.” His head jerked to the club while he kept his eyes fixed on me.
The pure lust in his eyes sucked the air right out of my lungs. When Liam said those words to me not even twenty minutes ago, I was flattered yet uncomfortable. There was no chill of goosebumps down my spine or need to still my quivering hands. As furious as I was at Dylan tonight, hearing him call me beautiful in a guttural whisper made my head spin.
“No one could take their eyes off of you, including that tool you were dancing with.”
“He’s not a tool,” I sighed. “Plus, you only saw him for a few minutes so—”
“I’ve been here for over an hour,” he whispered as his gaze landed back on my lips.
I rolled my eyes and pushed off of him. “I don’t need protection. I may not be able to drink yet, but in the eyes of New York State, I’m an adult. I can vote, buy a lottery ticket, everything. You didn’t need to hide in the shadows. ”
His hand slid to the back of my neck, the tiny hairs sticking straight up from both his touch and the feral gleam in his eyes.
“Maybe not. But when I thought of all those guys leering at you tonight, I turned into an …”
“Asshole?” I cocked my head to the side, and Dylan laughed.
“Yeah,” he whispered against my lips as my jaw quivered. This had to be a dream. I probably had ten minutes before my alarm went off, and I had to wake up. I couldn’t be draped on top of Dylan, his eyes searing into me with a hunger I felt down to my toes. He leaned in as if he was going to kiss me again, but his lips grazed the corner of my mouth before making a trail down my neck and across my chest over the neckline of my blouse. My hips bucked of their own accord, writhing on his lap as he nipped lower.
“But,” I croaked out before I pulled back again. “You’ve barely spoken a word to me since …” I looked away, the humiliation still fresh and raw whenever I’d allow myself to think about it. “You … we aren’t even friends anymore. And I understand why. Hurts like a bitch but nothing I didn’t expect. Now, you barge in tonight and ruin my birthday because—”
“Because I’ve wanted you so much for so long, I didn’t trust myself around you. But when I saw him kiss you,” his jaw tightened as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, “and how gorgeous you looked tonight.” A shiver of goosebumps trailed down my back when his hand slid to the nape of my neck. “I knew if I didn’t step in now, and finally admit what you mean to me, what you’vealwaysmeant to me—” An audible sigh fell from his lips. “I knew this was when I’d start to lose you.” He kissed the corner of my mouth and lifted his glossy eyes back to mine. “Unless I already have. Do you still want me?”
My breath hitched from not only the heat in his gaze, but the longing. I’d become all too accustomed to how unrequited love felt, but never gave much thought to how it looked. I studied Dylan’s tense jaw, the uncertain bite of his lip as his hazel eyes offered a wordless plea. I ran out into the parking lot with the intention of telling him to fuck off, but after that declaration, I was putty in his lap as our lips came together in another sloppy, urgent kiss.
My panties were soaked through to my jeans, this unexpected reality better than any fantasy.
“Can I touch you?” Dylan’s voice dipped to a husky rasp. My response was a wordless but desperate nod before I unbuttoned my jeans, the heavy silence falling over us interrupted by the whir of a zipper. He slid his hand inside, drifting it back and forth over my swollen clit, as I’d done in my bedroom so many lonely nights before, wondering what his fingers would feel like. Now, I knew and, like his kisses, they ruined me.
“Dylan…” I groaned, my hips following his fingers as his other hand cupped my neck and brought my lips back to his.
“Come for me, sweet girl,” he whispered as tremors started between my legs and exploded across the lower half of my body. I cried out in both pleasure and pain. It was all so good, but I already felt the loss of him about to take it away. I now knew what Dylan tasted like, how his lips felt when they moved against mine. He made me come for goodness sake.Him, not my unhealthy almost nightly fantasy of him. How would I come back from this? Yes, he said he wanted me, but two weeks ago he could barely glance in my direction. It all seemed too good to be true.
Dylan brought me into his hard chest. I cuddled into the broad and strong definition I’d dreamed about ever since I’d first watched him play football in our yard with my brother.
