I was surprised and shocked.
But Dylan didn’t even blink.His chest rose and fell sharply, his mouth parted like he couldn’t believe what had just happened.Pink flush climbed up from his neck to his cheeks, making him look younger and boyish.
“Katie…” My name left his lips like a prayer before he cupped my cheek and crashed his mouth onto mine with such ferocity that the back of my head hit the tile.
I gasped into his kiss, my fingers instantly curling into his hair, holding on for dear life as his tongue swept in, teasing me.His body pinned me to the wall.Hard muscles flexed against my soft curves, his thick boner hot and pressing on my belly.
The world outside disappeared.It was just us in this tiny, wet cocoon of steam and lust.
I moaned shamelessly when his teeth tugged at my bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth before angling our heads and kissing me deeper.
It was filthy, desperate and perfect.
I kissed him back like a starved woman, one hand yanking his hair and the other clawing at his broad shoulder for leverage.
It felt like years had passed when we finally pulled apart.Both of us were gasping, with lips swollen and faces flushed.
I didn’t want to admit it, but it was one of the best kisses I ever had.
“I want to never stop kissing you,” he said, his hand sliding down from my cheek.He cupped my breast, squeezing until a strangled moan escaped my throat.
“Dylan—”
“Fuck,” he hissed suddenly, hips jerking against me.
My gaze snapped down, and my jaw dropped.A wet, dark stain spread across his boxers.
“Oh, my God.”I blinked.Twice.
Dylan had made a mess in his boxers.The second time.
I didn’t know whether to giggle or be concerned.
“Did you just…?”
“Please.”His eyes were wide and begging.“Don’t mention it.”
Poor Dylan looked like someone had kicked his puppy.
But my curiosity won.My hands slid down his hips before I even realized what I was doing.He tensed, eyes wide, as I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and tugged.His boxers slid down his thighs.
“Oh…” My throat went dry.Mess or not, his cock was massive.
“Do you see what you do to me, Katie?”he asked, stepping out of the ruined boxers.
We were both naked now.Nothing between us but warm skin and pounding hearts.
I should run.There was no way I could control myself with Dylan looking at me like I was his last meal.
Instead, my body melted into his when he dragged me close, my breasts flattening against his strong chest.
“Do you always do that?”I asked, breath hitching as his hand trailed down my spine.“Ruin your pants?”
“No.”His fingers dipped lower, cupping my ass and squeezing it gently.His mouth brushed the shell of my ear.“Only when it’s you.Justyou.”
“What—oh!” I gasped, arching into his touch when he slid his finger inside me.
“Shh.”His lips brushed my jaw as his finger stroked through my wet folds.“Fuck, you’re soaked for me.”
