“Who are you, handsome stranger?” he says, voice high.
“Is that supposed to be me?”
“In my imagination, that’s what you were thinking when you looked up at me.”
This man. He’s the only one besides Chloe who makes me laugh like this.
“If I told her I’d passed out on a flight, she’d make sure to fly with me every time I went anywhere. And then we wouldn’t be enjoying this dinner together tonight.”
“And I’m so enjoying this dinner.” He kisses my hand.
“We haven’t even gotten our drinks yet,” I tease.
“I’d be happy just staring at you this whole dinner.”
Just then our waiter sets our drinks in front of us. When he walks away, Dylan lifts his glass and I lift mine.
“To the new year ahead, getting to know each other andcontinuing to build whatever magic this is brewing between us. Happy New Year, Doll.”
“Happy New Year,” I say quietly, suddenly emotional with the level of gratitude I’m feeling.
Later, after a delicious dinner, we go back to his house, and our countdown to ringing in the new year is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CROSSING OVER
DYLAN
It’s been two and a half weeks since I’ve seen Dahlia, and I can’t believe how much I’m missing her. Our time together those two days over New Year’s went by way too fast. We made the most of our time together, barely getting out of bed except to shower and hang out in my hot tub. We talked almost nonstop and had a lot of sex.
I keep replaying the things we talked about and the way she looked riding me. Or in all the other positions we managed to cover.
I smile, thinking about one of the conversations we had about her telling me what she wanted. We’d just gotten out of the shower and started kissing, and when I began to get on my knees to taste her, she shook her head.
“You don’t want me to?” I asked.
“I always want you to, but right now I want something else more,” she said, her lips quirking up.
“Tell me.”
“I want you in my mouth,” she said.
Hard as a rock. And when she licked her lips, I got even harder.
I don’t know why with her, but I’m dying for her to let every barrier down. It’s not like I’ve always been a dirty talker in bed, but it just pours out of me when we’re together.
I put my finger up to her mouth, and she sucked it.
“You want my finger?” I teased.
She shook her head.
“Tell me what you want,” I whispered.
“I want your cock,” she whispered back, her cheeks flaming bright red.
“Fuck.” I shuddered.
