She did as he asked, and he stood long enough to slide the material down her legs, letting it pool on the floor. He stood over her, desire in his gaze, and her stomach tumbled in the
best possible way.
“Do you know what I’m going to do to you?”
“I hope you’re going to make love to me.”
His eyes darkened at her words. “Yes.” The word came out on a hiss. “But first I’m going to taste every inch of you.” He placed one knee on the edge of the sofa and straddled her hips.
“You’re still dressed.” She reached for his shirt and slid her hands beneath the soft tee. His abs were firm and warm, and she inched her fingers upward, scraping her nails over his nipples.
He shuddered, letting out a low groan.
“I want to feel your skin against mine,” she murmured.
He lifted the shirt and pulled it roughly over his head, then his lips came down hard on hers. But that wasn’t all. He fell on her, the defined planes of his chest pressing hard against hers. The scrape of his hair, the heat of his body, the ravenous way his mouth devoured hers all worked to make her feel wanted in a way she never had been before.
In a way she feared she never would be again.
* * *
Dylan’s hunger for Olivia warred with his need to slow down, to treat her right, to take her slowly. To make her feel how special she was to him. But she scraped her nails against his chest—and his cock, already at attention, grew even harder. He ground his dick against the cradle of her hips, and she moaned loudly at the contact. Too loud, even though he’d ensured they didn’t have neighbors.
Good thing he’d come prepared. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a silk scarf.
“What’s that for?” she asked, eyes wide. And interested.
Fuck. “Much as I wouldn’t mind getting kinky and tying you up, this is actually to make sure you don’t bring security running in here with your loud moans.”
Her lips parted in a cute oh. “Really?”
“Unless you think you can keep it quiet.” He rocked his cock directly against her clit.
Her eyes rolled and she groaned.
“Thought not. Although I love hearing those screams, I’d rather keep this between us. You okay with that?”
Her eyes remained wide, but she nodded, her trust in him humbling. “We’ll tie you up another time,” he promised.
“I think I’d like that.”
He winked at her and gently slid the silk between her lips. “Now you can groan, but it won’t sound as loud. If it gets uncomfortable, just tap me on the shoulder, okay?”
She nodded.
“Lift your head.” She did, and he tied the knot behind her head, careful not to pull too tight. He kissed her lips lightly and continued his work before she panicked at being gagged. He unhooked her lace bra with the front clasp, slid the straps over her arms, and piled it on top of her dress. He left her scrap of panties on. For now.
He glanced down. She was spread out before him, arms at her sides, legs parted in invitation. Her panties were damp, wet with her desire. And her small but sexy breasts tipped up, nipples puckered, demanding attention he was all too happy to give.
She was fucking gorgeous. And his. He bent his head and licked around one nipple, deliberately teasing her, testing her responsiveness. She arched her back, a clear signal she wanted more. He grinned and nibbled on her breast before sliding his tongue across her chest to the other side, providing the same tormenting treatment to her other tight bud.
She moaned and her body thrashed beneath his. He continued to lave her soft skin, inhaling her unique scent, and though he hadn’t thought he could get any harder, he did. He continued licking around her areola, enjoying the needy sounds escaping her throat.
He glanced up, met her gaze, and caught the flash of heat in her eyes. He licked lightly over one nipple. Her gaze narrowed and she whimpered.
“Need more, sunshine?”
She nodded and he bit down lightly on her nipple. Her hips shot upward, her sex grinding against his aching erection.