Unexpected Chances

carier yet, she needed him.

He stared up at her, his sexy gaze smoldering with raw passion and emotion she couldn’t mistake. “I missed you, Holly.”

“I missed you, too,” she admitted, and then, to keep things light, she nipped at his lips with soft kisses and teasing strokes of her tongue.

His hands came to rest at her waist. “I told you why I left. Don’t you want to know why I came back?”

She trembled, and desire wasn’t the reason. “I’m really not sure I want to know. I can’t imagine with all that’s happened in your life that you just couldn’t stop thinking of me,” she said, forcing a laugh.

“I couldn’t stop thinking of you.”

Her heart filled with warmth. “You always knew how to make me feel special, Dylan.” But common sense told her not to read too much into his comment.

He’d come home to visit, the first time since she’d been back home, and he came to see her in order to make amends. The chemistry was just a bonus he’d opted to act on, and she certainly hadn’t said no. She didn’t fault him for that, and she didn’t fault herself for letting him back into her life. She needed closure in order to move on. Being with Dylan was giving her that now.

“I can charm anyone. That’s a fact.” He winked, and she saw the movie star America adored. “But not you. I never could bullshit you, and I don’t intend to try and start now.”

“Well, good. Then we both understand you came back to set things right between us.”

He nodded. “That’s one way of putting it.”

And there was the probability that he meant his words at face value. That he was home for a short time only. Long enough to make things right and leave his mark, but short enough that he wouldn’t get bored. For certain he’d be gone before the itch to move on set in.

Knowing that, she wouldn’t mind getting all of Dylan North that she could. “I think we’ve done enough talking, don’t you?” she asked, feeling a wicked grin take hold as she lowered her face to his.

“For now,” he agreed.

She nuzzled his neck, her cheek rubbing against his and her lower body beginning to shift from side to side, seeking to increase the building desire and friction between them.

No sooner had she let out a low groan than he flipped her onto her back, switching positions. When they’d been together before, he’d always taken the lead. She was content to let him do so now, certain her time would come to show him how she’d changed and how she’d become more certain of herself and her sexuality.

He pulled her shirt upward, exposing her midriff, his eager hands branding her with their heat as he worked his way upward to her lace bra. His fingertips teased beneath the elastic, his palms finally coming to rest where they belonged, cupping her breasts in his hands.

“You’ve filled out,” he said, approval and gruff desire in his tone.

“Like you’d remember.”

His expression changed, his features taking on a wounded look. “You think I don’t?”

Unwilling to kill the moment with talk of the women who’d come in between, she shook her head. “I was joking. I remember everything between us, and I’m sure you do, too.”

His gaze softened. He pulled her top up and over her head, then slipped her bra straps down her shoulders so that he revealed her bare breasts to his hungry gaze.

Shockingly, she felt no embarrassment, only a sense of rightness as he devoured her with one look. His thumbs brushed insistently over her nipples, back and forth, until they hardened into tight peaks and she felt the languorous pull straight to her core. He dipped his head and began a steady suckling with his mouth, his teeth lightly grazing, his tongue gently soothing, but every motion carefully orchestrated to bring her higher and higher, closer to the brink of orgasm.

She wanted his dark head bent at her chest and his warm breath and heat on her breasts as she came apart in his arms. And then she wanted him to fill her completely, so when he left this time, she had adult memories to tuck away with the teenage ones she remembered.

“You always knew exactly how to make me come,” she murmured, whispering into his hair as his mouth continued to work ultimate magic.

He chuckled and she felt the vibration throughout her body. “That’s because you’re so damn responsive.” And as if to prove his point, he blew a wisp of air across her breasts, the cool breeze puckering her nipples and causing her hips to shift restlessly beneath his.

“See?” He splayed his hand across her belly. “And if I do this, you’ll be moaning in no time.” His fingertips teased beneath the waistband of her jeans, lightly brushing the triangle of hair just waiting for his touch.

“Dylan,” she whispered, her body his for the taking.

“I hear you, babe.” He reached for the snap on her jeans at the same time she sought to release his confined erection.

But the jarring ring of his cell phone interrupted them. “I don’t want to answer it,” he muttered.