?t who she was.
He leaned toward her. “I don’t want to know about the lovers from your past. They don’t matter anymore.”
Oh. “There were only two,” she muttered.
His eyes narrowed. “Forget them.”
She already had.
“I only want you to think about me tonight. Not about your past. Not about that loser Jack. No one else is here. Just you and just me.”
Right. She could do this. She wanted to do this. “I’ve fantasized about you before,” Rachel confessed. Her voice had gone husky. “Wondered what it would be like if you—”
Dylan surged to his feet. The back of his chair slammed to the floor and, in the next instant, he’d yanked her out of her chair. His fingers were tight around her arms. “In my dreams, you were in my bed more times than I can count.”
Her lips parted in surprise and he kissed her. Not an easy, teasing kiss. Not any kind of getting-to-know-you peck.
This was a full-on, I-want-you-naked-and-I’ll-have-you-that-way kiss. His tongue thrust into her mouth. He tasted her. He dominated. He made her toes curl and made her want so much more from him.
Her hands rose and sank into the darkness of his hair. It was so soft against her fingers. A direct contrast to his rock-hard body. There was incredible power in his body. She knew it. She’d sure seen him in action enough times.
He twisted them around, pushing her back against the edge of the table. He tasted of the wine, and his taste was making her feel a rush of euphoria.
Dylan was right. This moment is just about us.
First times with a new lover were supposed to be awkward. Hers sure had been. Fumbling. Hesitations. A woman was supposed to need time in order to get to know her lover.
But...Dylan already knew her.
His mouth slid down her neck. His breath blew over the sensitive skin. Then she felt the press of his mouth against her. The lick of his tongue. Arousal spiked through her and she found herself arching against him.
His hands—big, strong—slid down between their bodies. His fingers curled around the small, silken strap of her belt.
Then he loosened the tie she’d made. The robe parted. She’d just put underwear on beneath the robe—her sexiest bra and panties. Black, with lace at the cups of her bra and lace around the top of her panties.
His head lifted. He stared down at her body. “The first time...” The dark rumble of his voice sent goose bumps rising over her. “It will be wild and hard because I’ve waited too long for you.”
Wild and hard didn’t sound so bad to her. It sounded exciting. Perfect.
“The second time...” Oh, but she loved the deep, dark sound of his voice. “I’ll savor you.”
Her hands flew back and slapped down on the table because her knees had just gone seriously weak right then. She needed to brace herself. She needed—
He lifted her into his arms. The move was so unexpected that a shocked laugh escaped her. “I can walk, Dylan.”
“And I like holding you, Rachel.”
But he didn’t take her to the bedroom. He stopped near the couch. He lowered her down until her toes skimmed the edge of the carpet. She was glad they’d stopped there. Rachel didn’t want to go into her bedroom. Jack had been there the night before. Each time she saw the bed, she thought of him.
She only wanted to think of Dylan. He’d said that this night was just about them. He was right.
Dylan pushed the robe off her shoulders. It pooled at her feet. Then his fingers slid down her arms. Slowly. Sensually.
But he’d promised her hard and wild.
“Have to taste first,” he growled. He dropped to his knees before her. He was still fully dressed. “Need you...to want me...just as badly.”
She did want him badly. So badly that it felt as if her body were burning from the inside.