I gasp for air, and he pulls back, his lips glistening as he stares down at me, eyes liquid with desire. He grinds his hips against me, making me whimper as liquid heat pools between my thighs.
His voice is rough when he asks, “You sure, Charlie? I need to know, before—It’s been a long?—”
I slap my palm against his mouth because I don’t think either of us wants to really think about how long it’s been for either of us, or why our timelines are different.
“I’m sure,” I whisper. “I’m scared, but I’m sure.”
Dillon’s chest heaves on his next breath, his tongue flicking out to lick my palm. When I yank my hand away with a noise of protest, he smiles. “I’m scared, too, Angel.” He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “I can’t lose you again.”
I don’t make any promises, because neither of us knows what the future will hold. Right now, we’re together, and in my heart, I know I’m where I’m supposed to be.
He watches me, reassuring himself. When he’s satisfied with whatever he sees, he moves, both his hands dropping to grip handfuls of my ass and hauling me up against him.
I yelp, wrapping my arms around his neck in a stranglehold. He doesn’t complain, his arms flexing as he holds my weight up, carrying me confidently to his bedroom. He drops me to my feet next to the bed, making sure I’m steady before roughly yanking my shirt off.
When I’m left in just a blue cotton bra—made forcomfort, not seduction, because this was not how I expected today to go—he inhales sharply, biting down on his lower lip.
“Goddamn, I’ve missed you,” he mutters, and I let out a peal of laughter, making his eyes bounce up to mine.
“You talking to me or my boobs?” I taunt, trailing a finger down my cleavage. Dillon’s attention drops again, flaring as he watches me trace the edge of the bra.
“Why can’t it be both?” He palms the bulge in his sweats, gripping himself firmly. “You’re about to make me shoot off before I’ve even got my hands on you,” he gripes.
I coo teasingly. “Aww, poor baby. Has your hand not been good enough?”
“Nothing compares when I’ve had a taste of you, Charlie,” he says seriously. “Now, strip the rest of your clothes off and come sit on my face.”
My cheeks flame red, my eyes wide with shock. I’ve always avoided positions that would put my body on display—so, basically, anything that meant me being on top. And what he’s asking…He’d be able to seeallof me.
“I don’t know…” I hedge, but he’s stripping his clothes off, distracting me. The shirt goes first, revealing his lean torso, his abdomen defined with muscular ridges. “Oh.”
At the noise, Dillon asks, “What’s up, Angel?” He’s the one taunting me now. “You like what you see?” He hooks his fingers into his waistband, tugging his sweats dangerously low.
“You, um…You look like you’ve been working out more than usual,” I observe, aiming for casual and failing miserably. Everywhere that I’m soft, he’s hard. And all I want to do is lean forward and bite his pec, sucking the salty flesh into my mouth and?—
“Had more free time than usual,” he answers, a sly smileticking up the corners of his mouth. “And I needed the distraction. Right this second, though? It all feels worth it.”
He kicks his pants and briefs off in one go. I barely have time to admire his rigid erection before he’s on the bed, lying flat against the pillow. He is gripping his dick in one hand, slowly stroking himself, and crooking his finger at me with the other.
“Dillon—”
“Now, Charlie,” he orders sternly, and my insides melt into goo. “I haven’t had a taste in over six months, and I’m starving.”
Throwing every insecurity to the wind—and thanking past me for shaving this morning—I hurriedly throw the rest of my clothes off.
It takes me several seconds and more than one deep breath to find my confidence. If there’s one thing Dillon and I have never had a problem with, it is our chemistry in the bedroom. And I refuse to hide from him now.
I approach the bed, adding an extra sway into my hips. Dillon never looks away, eyes blazing with molten heat as they trail over my thighs, the curve of my stomach, the way my heavy breasts jiggle with each step. The black bleeds into the hazel as his mouth parts, tongue flicking out over his bottom lip as if he can already taste me.
I climb up on the bed, kneeling next to him, and he roughly jacks himself, swiping his thumb over the crown of his cock, spreading the pre-cum around. I watch the movement with interest until he growls out my name, dragging my attention to his face.
“You’re not where you’re supposed to be.” He tips his chin up, silently telling me to get closer to his head. I hesitate again. “Charlie,” Dillon says in warning, reaching out to grab a bruising handful of my ass. “Up.”
Feeling the blush spreading down my neck and chest in splotchy patches, I carefully avert my gaze as I manage to get my knees planted above his shoulders, his nostrils flaring as I settle my ass on his chest.
I jerk back, aghast. “Are you…sniffingme?” I ask in a horrified whisper.
Dillon’s brows lift, his expression amused. “I’ll be doing a lot more than that in a second.”
