I pull off his sunglasses and look at him. “You mean we’ll be done early enough to fly to Tucson tonight?”
“I don’t see why not. I mean it’s hard with family…”
I know that. “So family counts in our deal?”
He fidgets. “I guess not. I guess it can’t. We don’t always have the power we want to over our families. At least I don’t.”
I wouldn’t care to wager what kind of power I ever had over either my mother or father. I’d say less than zero.
“Are you willing to give it a try anyway?” Dylan leans in and kisses me.
I put my arms around him, and he holds me close.
My curiosity gets the better of me. “Sure. We’ll meet them.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
I‘ve changed my outfit three times in the last half hour. Luckily, I’d repacked my suitcase at my apartment with a fresh set of clothes, but a “meet the parents” outfit wasn’t on my checklist. By the time Dylan returns from his beach run, I’m standing in his bedroom in a bra and skirt.
“You ready?” he jokes.
“Yes. I think I’ll seduce them. Or better yet, let them all think I’m a whore. That should get me points.”
“You always look beautiful.” He gives me a kiss. “Anything will look great.”
He heads into the shower, and I continue staring into the massive mirror inside his walk-in closet.
Fifteen minutes later, when Dylan comes out of the bathroom with damp hair and only a towel around his waist, I decide my sick-time is definitely over. I walk over to him and run my hands down his bare chest. Then I pull the towel off him. He brings me against him and puts his mouth over mine. His impressive erection presses into my belly, and I cry out.
“I’ve missed you,” he says into my tongue. “Missed being naked with you.”
“It’s been a long few days,” I whisper as he pulls my bra straps off my shoulders, and my breasts pop free.
Dylan groans and puts his mouth on my left nipple. When he sucks on it hard, my knees turn to jelly. He backs me up to his California king bed until I’m seated on the edge. Then he pushes my skirt up to my waist.
“Christ.” He stares between my legs. “You’re not wearing any underwear?”
I shrug. “I never do with this skirt. It shows panty lines really badly.”
“Sweetheart, I will not be able to sit next to you at this picnic and know you’re naked under there.”
He puts one finger gently inside me, and I gasp.
“Dylan, shit. Why are you so damn good at that?”
He chuckles and pushes his finger in further. I moan and lean back on my elbows as I spread my legs more.
“Jasalie, you’re so beautiful.” Dylan’s voice is guttural. “God, I could look at you forever. I could make love to you forever, and I can’t believe I haven’t tasted…”
He kneels down like he’s going to touch me there with his…
Oh, no. Not that.
“I’m on the pill,” I burst out with the one thing I’ve been wanting to say for a while now.
Dylan’s dark eyes go positively liquid as he puts both hands on my waist and jerks his head up to meet my gaze.
“And I know you’re a professional athlete, so I don’t want to sound like a naïve schoolgirl or something,” I ramble. “But I was tested recently, a couple weeks before I left for Tucson, and I’m clean.”
