Tall, Dark and Tempting (Tall, Dark and Sexy 3)

Her words trailed off, but he knew what, or whom, she was referring to. The easy answer was to say yes, even if it did make him look like a pervert, but the frustration he’d been dealing with all night was at its tipping point and overrode common sense.

“No, it’s because of you, Serena,” he said through gritted teeth, the filter on his words having gone AWOL. “I’ve been hard as a rock since you wiggled your ass against my dick out on the dance floor. I’m a man, you’re gorgeous and hot as hell, so yeah, I fucking want you.”

Time stood still as the truth spilled out of him, his heart racing in his chest at what he’d just revealed. Serena’s lips parted, her features etched at first with disbelief, then quickly shifting to hope and elation, then on to something more daring and courageous.

“It’s now or never,” he heard her whisper right before she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled his head down to hers, and kissed him . . . not like a friend, but a sinfully sexy lover.

This couldn’t happen. Stop her, his brain shouted as their mouths merged and her tongue touched his bottom lip enticingly . . . but the accumulation of desire he’d harbored for his best friend for so many years finally crashed through every bit of self-discipline he had left, which wasn’t much at this point.

He was helpless to resist her, and he suddenly no longer wanted to.

7

Serena knew taking a chance and kissing Dylan was a huge leap of faith with the outcome being a potential rejection, but after listening to him confess the reason for being so aroused—because of her—she’d decided to throw caution to the wind and finally just go for it. And ohmigod, once Dylan had gotten past the initial shock of the hot, intimate kiss she’d planted on him, the risk she’d taken was so worth the reward.

At the teasing touch of her tongue along his bottom lip, he groaned and framed her face in his hands and took control. Tipping her head to the side, he slanted his mouth over hers in a hot, deep, lust-driven kiss that had her entire body responding to his greedy, possessive conquest. Her nipples tightened into hard points, heat curled in her belly, and slick need dampened her panties.

Clenching her fingers in his hair, she arched against him, wanting more, needing more. She couldn’t remember ever feeling so electrified so quickly with any other man, couldn’t recall a time when she wanted to just tear a guy’s clothes off because she was so impatient to feel him inside her. And judging by the thick length of Dylan’s cock searing her though their clothes, there was a lot to feel.

She moaned softly and moved restlessly against him, rubbing her aching breasts a

gainst his chest and rolling her hips slowly and seductively, causing a deep, impatient growl to rumble in his chest. With his mouth still fused to hers, he pulled her forward while he walked backward, and she was more than willing to follow wherever he led if it meant tasting more of his dirty, sexy kisses. She felt him fumble for something in his pocket and, a moment later, heard the soft click of his hotel room door unlocking. He shoved it open with his backside, let it slam after they were both inside, then promptly pushed her up against the nearest wall.

He wedged one thigh between hers, pressing high and pinning her lower body in place as he pulled his mouth from hers and stared down at her, his eyes blazing with a blistering heat she’d never seen him direct at her before. Both of them were breathing hard, and bracing one arm above her head, he splayed his other hand at the base of her throat and caressed his thumb along the rapid beat of her pulse fluttering there.

She swallowed hard, knowing this was a defining moment between them, especially when she saw the agonizing doubts and second thoughts chasing across his expression. He closed his eyes and lightly touched his forehead to hers, his warm breath feathering across her cheek.

“Serena . . .”

His voice was ragged and torn, and wavered with uncertainties. Serena reached up and touched her fingertips to his clenched jaw, her only thought to waylay any hesitations holding him back, because she had absolutely none about him and where this was heading. It felt as though she’d waited a lifetime for this opportunity, for him to finally see her as more than just his best girl friend, and after that hungry, demanding kiss that said more about his attraction to her than words ever could, she wasn’t going to let this perfect moment slip through her fingers.

“I want this,” she whispered, brushing her lips against his to reinforce her statement while slipping her hands into his suit jacket and pushing it off his shoulders because she was dying to touch his bare skin in a very intimate and sexual way. “I want you, so please don’t tell me no.”

With a helpless-sounding groan, he dipped his head again and crushed his lips to hers, supplying his answer with another steamy, toe-curling, tongue-tangling, panty-melting kiss that enflamed every part of her. Sheer desperation had her shoving his jacket down his arms and off, then she yanked his shirt from his pants and eagerly unfastened the buttons all the way down his torso until she had access to his chest, his stomach. His hands were equally frenzied and impatient as he pushed the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders and let them fall to the crook of her arm.

He tore his lips from hers as the bodice of her outfit lowered with the straps, exposing her bare breasts to the cool air, which was quickly, shockingly replaced with the startling swoop of his hot, wet mouth on her flesh, then the scrape of his teeth across her taut, straining nipple. A full-body shudder rippled through her, and with a growl rumbling from the depths of Dylan’s throat, he cupped the sides of her breasts in his hands and pushed them upward. His thumb and forefinger lightly pinched the sensitive peaks, sending a jolt of pure need straight to her clit, while his wicked tongue laved and flicked and curled around her nipple in a way that had her moaning shamelessly.

With his shirt undone and hanging open and his mouth busy sucking on her breasts, she slid a hand down his muscled abdomen and turned her attention to getting his belt unbuckled. She fumbled with his zipper until she managed to get it over the hard length of his erection, then slid her hand into his underwear and wrapped her fingers tight around his shaft. Brazen and bold, she squeezed and stroked him rhythmically, and he grunted in frustration and thrust along her palm while giving her nipple a firm, deliberate bite as he blatantly fucked the clasp of her hand.

After a moment, he straightened, flattened his hands on the wall behind her, and dropped his head back as he pushed harder against her hand. “Jesus fuck,” he rasped gruffly, just as she felt a bead of pre-cum coat her fingers as she continued to tease and stroke every inch of his cock. And suddenly, she wanted to taste him, suck him, and blow his mind with pleasure.

Taking advantage of his moment of weakness, she dropped to her knees and had his pants and boxer briefs down to his thighs and her mouth enveloping his cock in the next few seconds. He sucked in a harsh, startled breath. His hand shot down to where she was kneeling and gathered her hair tight in his fingers, preventing her from taking him deeper.

Hands clenching his hard thighs, she cast her eyes up to his face. His features were tense, and she was certain he was going to pull her mouth away. But then he looked down at her through lust-filled eyes and groaned when she slid her soft tongue along the underside of his shaft, right against that pulsing vein leading up to the crown of his cock, deliberately teasing and tempting him. He tasted salty and male and so addicting she wanted more.

Apparently, he decided he wanted more, as well, because his dilated eyes went dark and hot as he held her head right where he needed her and languidly drove his hips forward, gradually giving her the last few inches of his cock until he finally hit the back of her throat and she had to force her jaw to relax. His breathing grew harsh, and with his unrelenting grip on her hair, he slowly withdrew, groaning like a dying man as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked all the way back to the swollen head. Then, as if he couldn’t help himself, he did it again, this time thrusting his hips a little faster, sliding into her mouth a little harder, reaching a little deeper.

The muscles in his lower abdomen rippled, he gritted his teeth, and she felt his thighs tense beneath her palms, all signaling how close he was to coming. She was more than ready and willing to finish him off like this, but he abruptly pulled out of her mouth and instead hauled her back up to her feet. She barely had time to get her bearings before he was kissing her with so much passion and hunger and need it was almost overwhelming.

“We need a bed so I can fuck you properly,” he said, his voice gravelly as he unexpectedly swept her up into his arms before she could respond to that statement. Not that she was about to argue with that delightful plan.

He carried her into one of the two bedrooms in the suite and kicked the door shut once they were inside. As soon as he put her down, their hands were everywhere on each other, removing the last of their clothing until everything was off but her heels. She reached down to unbuckle the straps around her ankles, but Dylan caught her wrist and stopped her.

“Leave them,” he ordered in the hottest, sexiest voice she’d ever heard come out of him. “I want to fuck you with them on.”

She straightened and raised a brow at his explicit request, which she hadn’t expected from her analytical, sometimes nerdy best friend who always seemed so oblivious to her as an alluring woman. “You have a kinky shoe fetish I don’t know about?”

“Maybe.” The corner of his mouth quirked, even as his gaze raked down the length of her naked body, leaving fire and so much need in its wake. “Or a few fantasies I want to fulfill tonight that include you wrapping your gorgeous legs around me in those fuck-me heels. I did buy them, after all, so shouldn’t I enjoy them?”