He'd had enough. He hauled her into his lap and kissed her.
She put her hands on his chest and he thought she was about to push him away. Which was okay as long as the kiss accomplished his goal, which was to shut her up.
Instead, she moved both hands up to his neck before sliding them into his hair and kissing him back.
He completely forgot what they were arguing about and that he was frustrated as hell with her.
She shifted on his lap, moving closer. Her mouth opened beneath his and he was drowning in her.
He clasped her hips as she straddled his lap. He groaned deep in his throat when her hands moved from his hair to his chest and down his abdomen. When her fingers slipped beneath his shirt to touch his stomach.
"Whoa," he whispered, tilted his head back.
Her lips hit his throat, warm and soft.
"Ah," he mumbled, trying to rearrange his thoughts. What was he about to say? Oh, yeah. "Uh, Dylan, what are you doing?"
"Kissing you," she answered, her lips touching his ear. Or was that the tip of her tongue.
He shuddered and his hands gripped her hips tighter for a second.
"Um, are you sure you want to do this?"
"Yep," she whispered, her mouth coming back to his.
His hands moved to her waist, his fingers finding hot, bare flesh at the band of her pants.
"Touch me," she said, kissing him again.
Okay, then. He moved his palms up her back, feeling the smooth skin over slender muscles.
Suddenly, she lifted her head and her shirt vanished.
"Whoa,” he repeated. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her breasts cupped in a white, lacy bra.
Dylan laughed and took his hands in hers. "Touch me," she repeated, bringing them to her breasts.
"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice cracking. "Because I'm positive you said you weren't going to sleep with me today."
"No," she answered, leaning into his hands. "I said I wouldn't sleep with you right now. That was hours ago."
"Are you saying youwillsleep with me right now?" he asked. "I want to be sure because I might cry if you make me stop once we go further."
She smiled and pressed his hands harder into her breasts. "Yes, I'm absolutely certain I want to sleep with you right now."
"Oh, thank the gods," he sighed, actively touching her now, kneading her breasts.
She laughed and then gasped as his thumbs rubbed over her nipples in slow, firm circles.
Dylan kissed him again as her fingers went to work on the buttons of his shirt. In seconds, she had the garment unbuttoned and spread open to reveal his chest.
He tugged at the strap of her bra, pulling it down until he could see her breast. He lifted up and clamped his mouth over her nipple, sucking firmly.
She moaned and rocked her hips against him. Her fingers pulled at his hair as he licked her nipple.
As much as he was enjoying this, there was no way he could do all the things he wanted to do to her on this couch. It was too small.
Clay released her breast from his mouth and wrapped his arms around her hips. "Hold on tight," he murmured.
