My mouth is on hers in an instant, and I devour her lips as Ash chuckles, sliding past us and out the door.
“Oh, Dillon.” Vivien swoons in my arms when we break our lip-lock. “I could kiss you forever and never get tired of it.”
“Is that right?” I grin as I sweep her legs out from under her and toss her over my shoulder.
“Dillon! What’re you doing?”
Swatting her delectable arse, I stride down the hallway and into the living room. “Making you dinner,” I explain, dumping her gorgeous butt on the sofa.
“No way.” She hops up super quick. In a lightning-fast move, she pushes me down on the sofa and pins me in the chest with one hand. “You and Ash cooked last night, and you’ve been taking me out all week. It’s my turn to look after you.”
“Ordering takeaway is cheating, Hollywood.”
She jumps on my lap and tugs on my hair. “Who said anything about takeout?”
“Take-a-way,” I enunciate the words as I squeeze her arse cheeks. I love pushing her buttons when she comes out with all her Americanisms even if they’re adorable as fuck.
My dick is hardening again, twitching with the need to drive inside her sweet cunt.
Abstaining is new for me. Usually, when I want to fuck a woman, I just do it. But this is different, and though I’m dyingto fuck Viv, I’m also happy with kissing and groping until she’s ready to take that step. I know it’s a big one for her. I suspect Reeve has been her only lover, though I could be wrong. I’m not sure what went down at that college frat party last year or if there was anyone before they became more than friends. I have made it a point of not talking about her ex this week. I want her to forget all about him, and bringing him up repeatedly won’t serve any purpose except curiosity and to rile me up.
“Yes, yes, asshole. I’m aware of the differences.” She tugs on my hair harder as I laugh. I love that she calls me out on my bullshit. Placing her hands on my shoulders, she leans down and kisses me. “I’m not a great cook, but I can cook a few things decently. I made lasagna first thing this morning before I left for class. I just need to pop it in the oven and make some garlic bread.”
“You must have been up early.” I wind my fingers through her tousled hair.
“I was.” She kisses the tip of my nose before sliding off my lap.
I pout. “I’m not that hungry.” At least not for food. “Get your sexy arse back here.”
“Nope.” She plants her hands on her hips and pins me with a challenging stare. “I’m making you dinner. You’ll stay right there and let me spoil you for a change.”
“You spoil me just by breathing.” The words glide out of my mouth uncensored.
Tears fill her eyes, and I sit up in alarm, wondering what I’ve done to upset her. “For a self-professed novice, you sure are a diehard romantic, Dillon.” She flings herself at me, and my arms suction around her warm body. “You make me happy,” she whispers, hugging me close. “I didn’t think it would ever be possible again.”
“You make me happy too.” I bury my face in her neck, inhaling the delicious scent emanating from her skin.
Vivien is so real. There are no pretenses. She speaks her mind, and she wants me forme. There is no other agenda. She seems to love being with me as much as I love being with her. It’s the most exhilarating feeling.
She lifts her head, staring deep into my eyes. My heart is going crazy, and butterflies swoop into my chest the longer we stare at one another. “You’re so hot, Dillon.” She peppers kisses along my jawline. “And so thoughtful.” She cups one side of my face. “Thank you for this week. It’s been incredible.”
I lean into her touch. “You don’t have to thank me. I told you I love spending time with you, and I meant it. This week has been special for me too.” Turning my head, I press a kiss to her palm.
“I know you’re not used to taking things slow, and I?—”
“Do not apologize, Vivien.” Clasping her hips, I lift her onto the sofa beside me. I can’t have a serious conversation when she’s straddling me. I cup her stunning face in my hands. “I told you we’ll go at your pace, and I’m perfectly happy with that. I never want you to feel pressured. I’m fine to wait.” I press a kiss to her brow, just needing to be touching some part of her all the time.
Tears pool in her eyes again as she threads her fingers in mine. “It’s not that I don’t want to because I really, really do.” She kisses me softly on the lips. “I’m so into you, Dillon. One touch and I want to strip my clothes off and impale myself on your cock.”
“Holy fuck, Hollywood.” I rub my aching dick. “Are you trying to torture me or what?”
A tiny giggle filters into the air. “If it helps, I’m torturing myself too.” She sits up on her knees and leans into me. “I wantyou bad, Dil, but we’re still new, and when we fuck, I want it to be for all the right reasons.”
This girl. She slays me. “I’m cool with it, Viv. Don’t sweat it.”
“It’s a big step for me, and I want to ensure I’m fully onboard with it before we go there. I don’t want my ex to come between us.”
“I don’t want that either.”
