Dylan took another slow step, and I immediately stepped back.
His eyes narrowed.“Really?”
I grinned, backing up further when his steps matched mine.“Maybe.”
The next thing I knew, I was running barefoot across the living room with laughter bubbling out of me.My dress swirled around my legs as I darted past the couch, glancing over my shoulder.
Dylan was grinning with hunger in his eyes which gleamed with amusement.“You think you can outrun me?”
“I can try!”I said, breathless and giddy.
It turned into a chase, my giggles bouncing off the walls as he pursued me, the heavy thud of his footsteps catching up.My heart pounded, both from the sprint and the thrill of being hunted.
Finally, he lunged, catching my waist and pulling me back against his chest.I squealed, wriggling, but his grip was firm.He pinned me against the couch, his mouth crushing down on mine.
The kiss stole my breath.It was sweet and slow at first with his plump lips coaxing mine, and then it turned deeper, urgent and full ofneed.
I clutched his shoulders, my laughter melting into moans as the heat flared between us.His hands roamed, one cupping my face, the other sliding down my back, his fingers teasing the zipper.
“Got you,” he murmured against my mouth.
“Get me out of this dress,” I said breathlessly.
“Fuck yes.”He kissed me harder, then pulled back just enough to look into my eyes.“You drive me insane.”
My dress slipped down my shoulders as he tugged down the zipper, the fabric loosening around me.I shivered under his hot gaze, my body igniting with every touch.
In one motion, he lifted me into his arms, carrying me effortlessly toward the stairs.My arms wrapped around his neck, my lips pressing against his jaw.
“You look good enough to eat,” I whispered to him, his heated green eyes glancing at me briefly.He truly did with a fitted shirt and styled hair that seemed tousled.
I grinned when he squeezed my ass.
“Then eat me whenever you want,” he replied, kissing my neck.“I’mallyours.”
We finally reached my room, but he barely glanced around before laying me down on the bed, his hands already working at his belt.The metallic clink made me bite my lip.
His zipper lowered, his eyes never leaving me.
We both worked together to remove his shirt and then my dress as it slid down my body, leaving me in the navy lace set.One of the many he had bought for me.It barely hid anything, but he was right.Wearing it made me confident and sexy.
His eyes darkened instantly.
“You liar,” he said, voice thick with heat.“You told me you weren’t wearing any.”
“I was teasing you.”
He shook his head slowly, gaze dragging down my body.“You look like my present.And I’m going to unwrap you.Slowly.”
Every nerve in my body sparked with desire when he climbed onto the bed, his mouth claiming my throat, his hands roaming with hunger and greed.He kissed, licked, and nipped at my skin.My collarbone, the swell of my breasts, the dip of my stomach.His hot touch made me arch and gasp, desperate for more.
When he peeled the lace away, inch by inch, I thought I might combust from want.But his fingers finally slid between my thighs, slowly teasing me by rubbing the pads of his fingers on my clit.
“Please,” I whimpered, hips lifting.
“Have patience, darling.”He hushed me, his lips brushing my ear.“Gotta stretch your pretty cunt first.”
His fingers slipped inside me.Curling slowly and stroking the sensitive spot.I moaned, clutching the sheets when he kept my thighs spread.
