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

“Most definitely.”

While he reached into the pocket of his duffle bag to remove a few condoms and put them within reach, she moved up onto the mattress and settled against the pillows on her back, striking a seductive pose that left her breasts exposed to his captivating gaze, but bending a knee to keep her sex modestly covered so she didn’t seem too eager and impatient, though she was feeling both of those things with him right now.

Standing at the foot of the bed, he rolled one of the condoms down his jutting shaft while shaking his head at her coy position. “Spread your legs nice and wide, sweetheart. I want to see what I’m about to taste and then fuck.”

Those unrefined words sent a rush of excitement and anticipation through her, and she didn’t hesitate to obey. Her thighs parted, fell open, revealing the most intimate part of herself to him. He hissed in a harsh sound as he looked down at her, his stare unabashedly focused on her neatly trimmed but very wet pussy.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he muttered beneath his breath as he moved up onto the bed. He made himself comfortable between her splayed thighs, his broad shoulders keeping them wide open while his hands gripped her hips to keep her still. “You’re so damn beautiful,” he added right before he put his hot mouth on her pussy and lavished her with immediate, thorough ecstasy.

Quick and dirty, he licked firmly along her sensitive flesh and, without hesitation, delved into the opening that seeped for his attention, making her whimper as he pushed shockingly deep. His tongue flicked across her distended clit with sinful, unapologetic precision before he grazed that taut nub with his teeth, then ruthlessly sucked it between his lips as if he owned her body and her pleasure.

Barely able to keep up with the assault on her senses, Serena’s thighs trembled and her mind spun as he continued to devour her. This wasn’t courtesy foreplay like she was used to with other men. No, this was a purposeful and determined seduction of her body, a blatant attempt to make her come hard and fast and without an ounce of reserve holding her back.

Oh, God, she was almost there . . .

He pushed two long fingers inside her, sliding them in and out, deliberately rubbing some reactive spot inside her sex that she’d never had the delight of discovering before, but the intensity of it wreaked havoc with her ability to do anything but grab handfuls of the comforter beside her and let the stunning, breath-stealing climax unravel her from the inside out. She jolted from the force of her release, cried out from the sheer bliss of all that heat and sensation spilling through her veins, and tingled from head to toe as she gradually came down from the best orgasmic high she’d ever had the satisfaction of experiencing.

Before the tremors in her body completely dissipated, Dylan reared up and quickly moved over her, all firm, toned muscle against her softer curves as he pinned her beneath him. She felt the tip of his shaft slide through her swollen, still pulsing sex as he lined himself up at her core. All ten of his fingers thrust into her

hair to tip her head back, and all she was able to catch was the dark, feverish look in his eyes and the wild need etching his features as his lips landed on hers, unyielding and demanding. There was an undeniable desperation to his kiss, and she willingly opened to him, met the possessive thrust of tongue just as her body accepted the deeper, thicker invasion of his cock as he drove to the hilt inside her.

He swallowed her startled groan but didn’t slow down. His tongue curled erotically around hers as his hips pumped erratically, almost frantically, as if he’d been pushed to the brink of control and there was no stopping the staggering surge of need overwhelming him. She understood the feeling, because she’d just experienced it herself . . . and it was about to consume her again.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she bent her knees and secured her legs around his waist, making sure that he felt the scrape of her heels against his back to remind him she still had them on. His response was a feral growl and a quickening pace of his thrusts that had her arching beneath him, willing him deeper still.

He lifted his mouth from hers with a guttural gasp and stared down at her with passion and lust and so much more hazing his eyes. “Jesus, I’m going to fucking come. Hard.”

And then he did, tossing his head back and grinding against her with just the right pressure and friction to send her right over the edge with him.

When Dylan’s body stopped convulsing and he seemed completely spent, he dropped on top of her, and she welcomed his weight as equally as she welcomed the happiness and contentment settling inside her. The kind that she’d been waiting years to feel with the one and only man she’d ever really wanted.

Tonight, the physical pleasure of being with Dylan had been more than she’d ever imagined or fantasized about. But it was the emotional connection that had hope blossoming in her heart and a soft smile on her face. She’d felt the shift between them, had seen not only the way he looked at her but the emotional reaction to his body inside hers while giving her the greatest pleasure imaginable, and it was more than enough to know that tonight changed everything between them in the best way possible.

She had no idea what it meant for them as a couple going forward, but they had plenty of time to figure it all out in the morning.

Oh, shit, what have I done?

That was the immediate thought that entered Dylan’s mind when he slowly blinked his eyes open the following morning and found Serena lying in his hotel room bed next to him, already awake as they lay facing one another. The misty look in her beautiful eyes and the soft, hopeful smile on her lips sent an initial surge of panic through him that was followed very closely by a strangling fear. One that made him realize that he might have, quite possibly, fucked up big-time, all because he hadn’t been able to keep his dick in his pants when it came to his best friend.

Resisting Serena last night had been impossible, and he couldn’t even say he’d been drunk or blame his behavior on an alcohol-induced haze. The unvarnished truth was, he’d wanted her badly, and the kiss she’d instigated out in the hallway had fueled that spark of desire he’d tried for years to ignore, and once he’d gotten a taste of how sweet and hot and sensual she was, he’d been like an addict who craved the entire feast. And Jesus Christ, he’d been absolutely gluttonous, because once he’d fucked her the first time, it hadn’t been enough and he’d taken her twice more before they’d finally fallen asleep. He’d been selfish and stupid and so fucking greedy with her.

He’d always known mixing friendship and sex with someone like Serena— who didn’t sleep around casually and was looking for her forever guy—was the worst possible idea. She wanted and needed certain things in her life, in a relationship, to be exact, and he didn’t do romance or commitment or emotional attachments with women for a reason. It just wasn’t a part of his DNA, and he was practical and realistic enough to accept that truth about himself.

The last thing he ever wanted to do was give Serena the wrong impression about them as a couple, or any false hopes. He was well aware of her deeper feelings for him, and losing her as a best friend over sex would fucking slay him, which meant last night had to be a one-time, never-to-be-repeated deal. He also had to find a way, and quickly, to right what he’d made very wrong.

She bit her bottom lip as her gaze met and held his, suddenly looking nervous as she spoke. “Dylan . . . about last night . . .”

“It was a mistake,” he blurted out before she finished, because he was desperate to keep their friendship intact, though judging by the hurt that flashed in her eyes, his choice of words had been shitty ones, which seemed par for the course for him this weekend.

“I’m sorry,” he said, more gently this time as he got out of bed and put his pants on in an attempt to put things back to normal, if that was even possible. “Last night shouldn’t have happened. I never would have slept with you if I’d been in my right mind.”

He inwardly cringed as soon as the insulting sentence was out and he saw her crushed expression. Oh, yeah, like that statement was any better, asshole.

Christ, he sucked at eloquent words and articulating himself when it came to this sentimental crap, which only reinforced one of the reasons he found relationships so difficult. It was so much easier for him to translate code and to decipher HTML tags than it was for him to relate emotionally to a woman. Apparently, that included his best friend.

He exhaled a deep breath, knowing anything else he said would probably just make things worse, so he kept his next question as simple as possible. “We’re good, right?”

Averting her gaze, she sat up on the bed, holding the covers to her chest like a shield, as if she was trying to protect her body and her heart from any more damage he might inflict. “Yeah. Sure,” she replied, a forced sound to her voice. “We’re good.”