“It’s funny really. Until I met you, I was boring and never teased anyone or joked around.” I sighed, wishing I was more carefree. “I just wanted to study and get good grades. Good grades had been drilled into me since I was little. No boys. Just studying. Being alone gets lonely.”
Dylan frowned and took my hand. “What about Jason? He’s never far from your side.”
I smiled softly. “Jason has been my friend for a long time. Since we were kids.”
“He likes you.” Dylan frowned. “He really likes you, Jenna.”
I blinked a few times, and replied, “You sound jealous.”
“I am.”
“Really?” I perked up.
“It’s nothing to be happy about.”
Laughing, I brought his hand to mine and kissed his open palm. “I like that you’re jealous, but you don’t need to be. Jason is only a friend.”
“Who wants more than friendship. I’m a guy. I know these things.”
“I know,” I admitted. “He’s been hinting for a few years. We have a long history of friendship, Dylan. It isn’t easy letting him down. Unfortunately, I don’t feel about him the way I think he does about me.” I added, softly, “Or the way I feel about you.”
“That’s good. At least, I think it is.”
“Most definitely.” I paused. “I’m not lonely right now.”
“You have a lot of time to make up for.” He wiggled his brows, his breath becoming heavy. “I’m not who others make out I am, Jenna. If I wasn’t interested in more, then I wouldn’t be here with you.” He blushed. “It’s you I want to be with. Now and back in the States. I think we should forget about everything else and just concentrate on the two of us. Get to know each other. I want you to trust me not to hurt you, but you have to promise to not hurt me.”
I searched his eyes and found nothing but truth as I let out a nervous breath. “I’ve never known anyone like you.”
“That’s good. Like, really good!”
I huffed out a surprised laugh. “Or confident.”
He shook his head. “I’ve told you before, I’m not that confident around you. You mean something to me. It’s been building for months. Although, I wouldn’t wish the crash on anyone, there is part of me that’s glad it happened. It brought us together.”
“Dylan?” I snapped.
He stared at me in surprise.
“Take me back to our room and get me hot and sweaty.”
He paused and stayed unmoving.
“I mean—” Had I seriously misjudged and made a fool of myself?
Dylan shook his head and grabbed my hand. “Let’s go.”
He pulled me to my feet, tossed some money onto the table and got me outside in a matter of seconds.
We’d only taken a few steps when he pulled me to a stop, turned and slipped his hands under my jacket. “I need you,” he mumbled, and pressed our bodies together. There was no way I could miss the arousal behind his zipper. Then his mouth covered mine hungrily, hard and insistent. I tasted chocolate and desire on his tongue, and his kiss sent my belly into a wild pulse of arousal.
His mouth brushed mine as he spoke, “I really need you.”
“Let’s hurry,” I panted and took off running, laughing at the wince on Dylan’s face as he tried to move.
We didn’t see anyone at the B&B when we entered and made our way up to the room. The moment we closed the door, the heat level certainly rose.
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