Then he lifted his head, lips glistening and smirking like the devil.
“Can’t believe you forgot me, Kit-Kat,” he said, his husky voice reverberating through my core.“Don’t worry.Now, I won’t let you get away, darling.”
My body froze.The nickname slammed into me like a truck.
Before I could piece it together, he pushed me right over the edge.My orgasm ripped through me, pleasure blinding and uncontrollable.
I jolted awake with a strangled gasp, with my body pillow shoved between my sticky thighs.My sheets were tangled around me, damp with sweat.My body was still pulsing as I tried to blink out of the wet dream.
The worst part?I’d come.Hard.
From a dream about…him.
“Oh.My.God.”I slapped both hands over my burning face.“No.Nope.Absolutely not.”
But my mind kept replaying it, like a filthy, cruel highlight reel.The heat of his tongue, the weight of his body…
And that nickname.
Kit-Kat.
The stupid nickname Dylan used when he was eighteen, mouth full of chocolate I’d bribed him with for solving math problems.The nickname I made him swear never to use again.
Holy.Shit.
Dylan.How?!
I hadn’t almost slept with a sexy stranger.I had almost slept withtheDylan.Amanda’s baby brother.My best friend’s younger brother.The kid who used to trail after me like a lost puppy… now all grown up and packing eight freaking abs.
“I cannotget wet for Dylan,” I groaned, burying my face in the pillow.My thighs squeezed involuntarily, betraying me.“I can’t believe I almost had sex with him.”
I stared blankly at the ceiling of my bedroom, swallowing at the feel of my satin shorts sticking to my thighs.My best friend’s little brother had grown up into a sin on legs… and apparently, my subconscious wanted him to ruin me.
I squeezed my eyes shut, shaking my head.
Why didn’t I realize it was him?Was that why he was so awkward when he first saw me?
He had gotten rid of his shoulder-length hair, and his face looked more… symmetrical.I would never have guessed it?—
No,I had guessed it!
I knew therewassomething familiar and comfortable about him!
“And he saw my pussy,” I cried out.“Ate me out andohmygod.I saw his penis.With a beauty mark.Fantastic.Burn that into my brain forever!”
What do I do now?Call him?Apologize?Threaten him into forgetting?Or maybe just… flee the country?
I can’t tell Amanda.Ever.She was my closest friend, and I could never look at her if I confessed to her.Also, she’d murder him.
Not like I planned to hire Dylan and let him teach me everything.Okay, maybe I did.But notafterknowing it’s him.
I should scold him instead!He knew it was me, and yet…
“He knows I’m a virgin and want to seduce Justin,” I whispered into my pillow.
And he wants to pop your cherry.
I groaned, remembering how cocky he had looked.Why was life so unfair?
