I turn into his embrace, wrapping my arms around his neck as I bite my lip and look up through my lashes. “Maybe a little bit of roleplay…”
His head tilts, contemplation flickering in his gaze. “Yeah? We can definitely give it a try. Set the scene for me.”
I nip at his bottom lip. “Hmm, you’re a robber breaking in through my balcony—”
“Whoa,” he chuckles uncomfortably. “That’s a little intense, don’t you think?”
I’m used to being shot down, but for some reason, this hurts more than it usually does. He never wants to try my suggestions in the bedroom, and it’s getting old not having my needs met. Even if he would just give it a go and tell me it wasn’t for him, it would still do wonders for me. But he can’t seem to understand that.
I don’t let my dejection show as I pat his chest dismissively. “Just come to my room after everyone goes to bed.”
He smirks. “That I can do.”
I sigh as he kisses my cheek before returning to the pot on the stove. As I’m gathering up my pasta, I can feel Kaden’s eyes on me from the living room. I glance up, and I see it.
Victory.
Dinner wasn’t a shit show like the previous night. It was quiet but not uncomfortable, as everyone stuck to small talk and no one stepped on any toes. Kaden was surprisingly docile, shoveling pasta into his mouth like he hadn’t eaten in weeks. Even Dylan was on his best behavior, talking quietly to Dad about stocks and opening his new office in Texas. Mom and I were still on edge, catching each other’s eye every time we peered around at the men as if waiting for a bomb to detonate.
As soon as the dishes are washed and everyone retires upstairs, I release the breath I’ve been holding all afternoon. I’ve barely shut my bedroom door before it pushes open, and Dylan backs me into the room.
“What are you doing?” I giggle quietly as he shuts us in.
He gets a seductive look on his face as he wraps his arms around my waist. “You wanted to try something new, so I’m meeting you halfway.”
“Oh?” I purr as I lift up on my toes and kiss him. His mouth is warm, and the taste of citrus he’s acquired over the years is practically gone.
Huh.
That’s odd.
“Mhmm,” he hums against me as he backs me towards the bed. My legs hit, and he falls over me, bracketing his hands on either side of my head as he looms over me. “I’m going to need you to be very quiet, Mrs. Callahan. Everyone is still awake.”
I bite my bottom lip, nodding as my suggestion slips out. “Maybe you can choke me to keep me quiet?”
He winces slightly, working the idea over in his head. “Okay, yeah, we can do that.”
He doesn’t sound too convincing, and he’s never choked me before, but this is a learning experience. If he’s willing to try, then so am I.
He drops to his knees, lifting my legs over his shoulders as he kisses along my bare thighs. My nightie rides up as I exhale deeply at his touch.
Fuck, it’s been so long since we last had sex.
With his work schedule, the time we have is stolen and minimal at best. It makes this all that much more intense as my hips lift off the bed and I press myself into his face.
He draws back, chuckling as his breath fans my panties. “You know I like to take my time with you. Just lie still and let me show how much I’ve missed you, baby.”
I don’t want to lie still. I want him to fucking devour me until I’m a shaking mess, but that isn’t Dylan, and I’m getting entirely too close to another territory that I shouldn’t be thinking about. Not during this moment.
I let my hips slide back down, relaxing my head as I sink into the bed and focus on his chaste touches. His fingers gently hook into my panties, pulling them down until I’m bare to him. He could just eat me through them…
No! Stop, Melody.
“You’re tense,” Dylan murmurs against my sex, his nose rubbing along my pussy. “Are you okay?”
It tickles as my face screws up. “Fine. Keep going.”
The first touch of his tongue is…strange. It’s slow and not at all hitting the right spot as he licks my labia. I frown, moving my hips to get him in the right spot before he uses a hand to push me down into the bed.
