“Fine. You win, as usual. I’ll take a quick shower and crawl in. You’re sure they won’t be home until—”
“Tomorrow night,” I murmured against his lips. “I’ll wait for you in my room.” I sauntered down the hallway, making sure to give my ass an extra sway knowing Dylan’s eyes were glued to my every movement. I came into my room and threw off the covers before I climbed into bed.
I thought the relief would finally put me to sleep, but the creak of the faucet and hiss of the water from the shower popped my eyes right open. I’d seen Dylan covered in sweat but not dripping from the shower. How bad would it be if I took a tiny peek? Not like I hadn’t seen him naked a ton of times, right?
Sneaking out of my room and inching the bathroom door open, I gaped at my boyfriend through the almost transparent shower curtain. Even through a blurry piece of fabric, I could make out the sinew of his muscular arms as he raised them over his head to rinse his hair. My eyes fell to the firm curve of his ass as he turned around. God, he was beautiful. And he was mine. What was this life?
The curtain opened and I jumped out of my skin as it screeched against the rail.
“Are you watching or coming in?” Dylan quirked a brow before crooking his finger. My nightshirt was peeled off and my underwear flung across the bathroom floor in seconds.
“So greedy,” he rasped before lifting me up and pinning me against the cold tile of the shower wall. “Is this what you want?” His tongue flicked the seam of my lips and I whimpered. “You want to be wet and naked with me?”
“Yes.” The word fell from my lips in a needy whisper. “I want … Dylan.” His lips trailed across my chest and wrapped around an already rigid nipple. One arm snaked around my waist while his other hand drifted up my thigh and between my legs. His calloused thumb circled my clit, making me cry out as his entire body writhed against me.
“That’s my girl. Dripping wet everywhere. For me. I want to be so deep inside you, right now.”
“Then do it!” I whimpered and palmed the weight of his cock. “Please,” I begged as I tried to guide him inside. He placed me back down and shook his head.
“I don’t have a condom in here. Too risky.”
I nodded before reaching for the curtain to step out, frustrated in every sense of the word. He was right, and he was the only one thinking rationally.
“Now wait, I didn’t say I was finished.” He kissed me hard and deep before pulling away with a filthy glint in his eye and dropping to his knees.
I shivered when he hooked my leg over his shoulder and darted his tongue out to lap at my clit. His black hair fell over his eyes, dripping over his brow as he peppered kisses up and down my aching core until it throbbed. Two more licks, and I was about to come all over his tongue.
“Stop teasing, babe.” My nails dug into his shoulders as he continued his torture.
“Tell me to lick you, Patricia. Tell me to make you come in my mouth.”
A guttural moan rocked through my body before I grabbed the back of his head and pushed him into me.
“Make me come, Dylan,” I croaked before he grabbed my hips and buried his head between my thighs, grunting hard as he licked and sucked, granting my wish.
I grasped the towel bar as Dylan stood up, a sleepy and satisfied grin spreading his lips.
“You taste like candy, sweet girl.” He kissed me, pulling on my bottom lip with his teeth as he backed away. “Let’s go to bed.”
Two hours later, we were tangled up in each other on top of my bed—a bed entirely too small for both of us, but I had never been more comfortable or sated.
“Am I a sex fiend?” I crinkled my nose as Dylan’s chest rumbled against my cheek.
“Yes, I think you are.” He laughed and kissed the top of my head. “I love that I made you that way.”
“This is nice.” I yawned into his neck.
“It is,” he agreed and cinched his arms around me. “I wish I could take you somewhere.” His hand sifted through my hair, making my eyelids flutter when his fingers grazed my scalp.
“Where would we go?” I propped my head on my elbow.
“Somewhere with a white sandy beach, a California king bed, and room service.” He peered down at me with a sad smile. “There are so many places I want to take you to, PJ.”
I grinned and plopped back down on his chest. “I’d go anywhere with you.” I let my hand drift back and forth over the smooth skin on his chest, my fingertips tracing the lines on his abs. When we were touching, it was easy to forget all of my troubles.
“I’m nervous about school. What if I get there and find out I suck?” I cringed as the thought registered. Yes, I loved sketching and drawing, and I was good at it, but I’d be in a school where everyone was an expert. It was intimidating as hell.
“No way. You’re going to find out exactly how awesome you are. You’re gorgeous and brilliant, and I’m in total fucking awe of you. I just hope you … keep me along for the ride.”
