Her tongue slipped into his mouth, her body adjusted to his, and he was lost. In her kiss, he felt everything she didn’t—couldn’t—say. Her silken tongue slid against his, over and over, until her hips were rolling against him in time to the rhythm she set.
He groaned and cupped her head in his hand, holding her in place so he could taste her more thoroughly, more deeply. He couldn’t get enough of just this simple kiss.
Her small hands gripped his shoulders as she rocked her sex against his aching cock, which demanded he strip her and thrust into her waiting warmth. But he wasn’t in the frame of mind to take more just yet, not when this was so damned good.
He continued to kiss her, to make out like he hadn’t done since he was a teen, when the ringing of a cell phone intruded on the perfect moment.
She lifted her head, and he felt the loss of her lips on his.
“It’s mine and I say ignore it,” she said.
Good by him. Whoever it was could take a flying leap.
He slid his hands around her waist, needing to touch her skin, and nuzzled his face into the side of her cheek. “You smell so damned good it makes me hard just breathing you in.”
She moaned and nipped at his lips. They continued their lazy kissing, Liv arching and rocking into him, her sex hitting his pubic bone with every subtle move she made.
“Dylan, God, I could come just like this.” Her fingers pinched his shoulders through the soft cotton of his shirt.
“Then do it, baby.”
She arched her back and rolled her hips, pressing her sex into his groin, her breath coming in short pants until she stiffened and groaned, riding against him to completion. It was so incredibly sexy, such a turn-on that his own release was building, but no way was he coming in his pants. He was saving that pleasure for the minute he thrust inside her.
She fell against him, sated, and he wrapped his arms around her. They breathed together until she shifted and met his gaze.
“Your turn,” she said, her eyes heavy-lidded, her lips well kissed.
“I’m not going to argue except you’ll be coming again along with me.”
His hands touched the hem of her shirt when her cell rang again. She narrowed her gaze. “Let me get rid of whoever it is.” She scrambled off him, grabbing her purse and digging for the phone.
She glanced at the cell screen. “Marcus,” she mouthed to him.
She answered, sitting down beside Dylan again and tipping the phone so they both could hear. “Marcus, what’s up?” she asked.
“Miss Olivia, I need you.”
“Where are you?” she asked.
“Home.” His voice dropped. “Just come over.”
“What’s wrong?”
Silence followed.
“Marcus, what’s going on?” Olivia asked, sounding worried.
Dylan grabbed the phone. “Marcus, it’s Dylan Rhodes. What’s wrong?”
The other man’s words weren’t coherent, and even Dylan grew worried about the slurred mess. “I’m on my way,” Dylan said and hung up, all thoughts of sex with Olivia receding from his brain.
“We’re on our way,” Olivia said in a firm voice. “Do not think you’re going without me, Dylan. Marcus called me and—”
He shut her up by sealing his mouth over hers, his tongue thrusting inside. He slid his hand behind her head and tugged her back. “Liv?”
“Hmm?” she asked, dazed but obviously very much aware of what was going on.
“I was going to say okay, let’s go together.”