He shakes his head as his mouth goes to my navel. “This car is impossible to see into. Besides, look around,” he murmurs. “Nobody goes outside in L.A. when it rains. Not even the paparazzi.”
He’s right. The city’s like a ghost town. Everybody’s inside staying dry.
Except for us. Because I’m soaking wet.
Dylan says as much when his finger finds its way underneath my panties. “Shit.” His mouth returns to mine, and he groans. “I need you, Jasalie.”
His eyes are heated as we lock gazes.
“Do you want—”
I cut him off with a fast nod.
He gives me a hard kiss. “Lift up the skirt part.”
My legs are trembling as I raise my dress to my hips and he unzips his pants. He peels my thong off my body and then gently tilts my hips until I feel his erection between my legs.
“I’ll take you there, I swear,” he vows in halting tones. “But I’m so close already, sweetheart. I may have to go slowly.”
“You have no idea how close I am,” I mumble as he presses his lips against my neck. “Please hurry.”
One push, and he’s all the way inside me.
The sensation deep within is so intense my thighs shake, and I nearly scream his name.
His fingers tangle in my hair as he begins to move. “So good,” he mutters into my ear. “So fucking good. God, I’ve missed you—feeling you clench around me. Christ…just like that—”
I’m coming so hard I drag my nails down Dylan’s back and nip at his bottom lip. He lets out a low groan as he spills into me with deep, long thrusts. Each time he drives inside me, my climax escalates.
When I finally come down from the high, I’m barely aware of where we are. Dylan fixes my dress for me and wraps me up in a hug.
“Maybe being apart had some benefits,” I joke.
He gives me a long, slow kiss. “I don’t need time apart to know that you’re it for me. And beautiful. And amazing.”
I put my hand on his cheek. “I love you, Dylan.”
He leans over and gives me the most incredible kiss of my life. “I love you so much.”
He grins at me. “I’ll call Richard and we can go. Will you come over tonight?”
“Your house?”
“Our house,” he answers me. “Our house-to-be in Malibu. I never even slept there before I knew you. It’ll be ours. I know you need time to live on your own first at Theresa’s guesthouse and figure everything out with your career, and that’s all good, Jasalie. No pressure, no rush. Just know that whenever you’re ready, so am I.”
I smile. Our house-to-be. Looks like I’m going home at last.
Epilogue
Three Months Later
Dylan
I park at the Saguaro National Park, and Jasalie beats me out of the car as usual.
“I was planning to open your door for you,” I say as I catch her already starting down the desert trail walk.
“I can hold my own door,” she teases me.
