We tumbled onto the bed and I pulled him into a long, desperate kiss, enjoying the way it felt when our lips finally met. I whimpered against his mouth and pulled away, pressing our foreheads together. “I need you. I need you, Dylan,” I whispered, shivering as his hands ran up my sides, his thumbs brushing along my shoulders as he pushed my bra and tank top aside.
He was making it more than clear that he wanted me as badly as I wanted him. His touch made my body come alive in a way I’d never expected. I’d been with men before, but none of them had been this attentive or gentle. I was suddenly hyper-aware of everything, especially the throbbing ache between my thighs. My body was begging for him and the burn of it made me hungry for his touch.
He pressed me back into the sheets and the expensive hotel silk felt good against my skin. I melted into the bed and pulled him close, moaning against his lips as he met me for another long kiss. I tangled my fingers in his hair before letting them explore his muscular back, my nails digging into the flesh.
“How badly do you want me?” he whispered against my neck, nipping at the sensitive skin.
I shivered and moaned softly, arching my back in a desperate attempt to get more of those delicious kisses. “I can’t even tell you,” I admitted.
He smiled and caught my lips, kissing me deeply. We didn’t break from each other until our lungs burned for oxygen. We met each other’s eyes and in that moment we knew we didn’t need words anymore. This was how things were meant to be. He needed me and I needed him. My life was finally starting to come together.
“Spread your legs for me beautiful,” he ordered, growling deep in his throat.
The warmth of his breath made me shudder and I did exactly as I was told, surprisingly e
njoying his dominance. I was usually the type of person to argue with being bossed around, but not today. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he slid into me with a long, low groan. I whimpered and arched my back, trying to take him deeper inside me. We fit together like the pieces of a puzzle and it was more than I ever could have hoped for.
When he was completely buried inside of me, he ran his fingers up and down my sides. As his fingers came to rest at my hips, he dug them into the tender flesh. I knew he would leave little bruises come morning, but I didn’t care. I wanted to be marked by him. I wanted the entire world to know he was mine and I was his.
He thrusted deeper and deeper, soft growls escaping his lips. Each thrust and growl was another proclamation of his control over me. I was his. Maybe it was a little early to start making proclamations, but I didn’t care. My hazy brain knew what it wanted and it wasn’t going to back down in the face of reason.
He wrapped his arms around me and held himself over me, whispering sensuous, erotic things in my ear. His hand cupped my breast as he rocked into me again and again, beckoning me to moan louder, which I did without hesitation. I wanted him to know how good he was making me feel. The alcohol coursing through me dulled my inhibitions. I was drowning in pleasure and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
He put his hands on my hips and squeezed, groaning happily when I moved with a sense of urgency. I could feel my orgasm just out of reach and I knew I had to chase it. I gasped and arched my back, throwing my arms around him in a desperate attempt to hold him closer. I wanted him as deep inside of me as possible and as close. I needed him.
The fire burning in my belly became too much to bear and soon I was arching my back, trying to meet his hips, while moans and pleas for more slipped from my lips. My hips rode up against his in reckless abandon.
Stars exploded behind my eyes as my orgasm washed over me. My body shook with the force of it, wrenching sobs of pleasure from my chest. I buried my fingers in his hair and begged for more. He pumped into me twice more before letting out a long, low groan as he emptied himself into me, the pearly liquid filling me until it dripped from between my legs, staining the sheets underneath us.
For a moment we just lay in stunned silence, hardly able to believe what had just happened. He collapsed on top of me, panting and covered in a thin sheen of sweat that made his body glisten in the moonlight. I didn’t even think twice about wrapping my arms around him, holding him close as my eyes started to flutter closed.
I held him tight, laughing softly in his ear. He panted and looked down at me, eyebrow cocked curiously.
“What the hell are you laughing at?”
“I just fucked a biker,” I giggled.
“And that’s funny?”
I laughed again and ran my hands through my hair. “Well, if you would have asked me that question a month ago, I would have said yes,” I hummed, leaning back into the pillow.
“And what if I asked you now?”
“I would tell you I was very wrong about you. You’re…..amazing,” I murmured, my eyes heavy with sleep.
He chuckled and kissed my forehead. “I’ll ask you in the morning when you aren’t drunk. Sweet dreams beautiful.”
I sighed and nodded, turning and burying my face in his chest as I dozed off into a peaceful sleep, a smile playing on my lips. He was mine. My bad boy.
Chapter Fourteen
I woke up to the warmth of the sun dancing across my face and a heavy but comforting arm around my waist. Dylan was still lying beside me, snoring softly, one arm slung over his face. I blinked against the bright light, the start of a headache gnawing at the back of my head.
As I started to wriggle out from under his arm, I hesitated, turning to look at Dylan as he slept. I half expected to feel some sort of regret. I expected him to feel like a mistake, but that couldn’t have been further from the truth. My chest swelled with a feeling of adoration and before I rolled out of bed to take a shower, I leaned in and smiled, kissing his cheek gently.
I stepped under the warm spray of the shower, closing my eyes and trying to urge the dull pain in the base of my skull away.
The curtain rustled and there were suddenly strong arms around my waist, a familiar strength enveloping me and pulling me close. I smiled and turned, pressing the palms of my hands to his chest, chuckling and leaning up to kiss his jaw gently. I traced his tattoos with one of my fingers, glancing up at him.