“We’re gonna head out too,” Syn said as we got up. “Before it gets too hot out.”
I glanced back as I followed Saint out of the room, seeing Dylan sitting there alone, her gaze out the window, a faraway, sad look on her face.
“Shit. Forgot my phone at the table,” I told Saint when we reached the elevator bank. “I’ll meet you up there.”
“Alright,” he agreed as I turned back to the breakfast room, made a beeline for Dylan, tilted her head back, and kissed her for a long moment.
When I pulled back, her eyes fluttered open.
That sad look was gone.
“Forgot to do that,” I said.
With nothing else, I walked back out and went upstairs to do the call with Saint and Rook.
Which went on about half an hour longer than I wanted it to. And I wasn’t even sure how much of it I committed to memory.
But, eventually, I made my way back to the room.
I barely got the door closed behind me before Dylan was leaping up into my arms, the surprise of it making me fall back against the door, my hands going to her ass to hold her up even as her lips claimed mine.
I guess she missed me.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Dylan
I couldn’t tell you what it was.
The public, lingering kiss in the dining room.
The oral in bed.
The snuggling all night.
The gift basket.
All of it?
But I needed that man in a primal way. It was this strange jonesing feeling in my damn organs, in my blood.
I could hardly think of anything else when I went back to my room completely alone to shower while I waited.
When he still wasn’t back after that, I dried my hair, slathered on some lotion, and slipped into the nicest pair of panties I had and paired it with a simple tee since once he was back, I didn’t intend to be clothed long.
Then, well, I waited.
Paced.
Waited some more.
Until, finally, I heard the bleep of the keycard in his room.
And what did my needy ass do?
I ran through the doorway and leapt into his arms.
I’d never leapt into anyone’s arms in my life.
