Too Distracting (The Lewis Cousins 3)

“Does that mean you’ll forgive me?” I asked, once we came up for air.

“Yes!”

42

Laurel

“I love you,” I kissed his lips, “too.”

I’d gotten up early, intent on going to Dillon’s to talk. When I’d woken up, my head aching and my eyes puffy from crying, I’d felt bad about making him leave yesterday when he’d wanted to explain, and telling him I didn’t trust him.

I’d been emotional and extremely upset, but shutting down and running away was no way to deal with a problem. That was a lesson I should have learned after years of doing just that with Travis.

So, I’d decided to work on changing my way of dealing with relationship conflict and go see Dillon so we could work it all out.

I was totally unprepared to walk into my living room and see Dillon standing there, his eyes bloodshot as if he’d gotten no sleep, holding about three dozen daisies in his hands. His apology had been pure magic. I wished I’d had my phone recording the whole time, although I knew I’d never forget his words or how I’d felt when he said them.

Which was why I couldn’t stop kissing him.

He’d said he loved me!

It was my young teen-girl’s wish come true, hell, it was old Laurel’s dream come true.

I put my hands on hisT-shirt and clutched the material, then tugged, tugged, tugged until we were walking backwards into my room.

Sticking my hands under his shirt, I lifted, brushing skin as I pulled it up, then Dillon helped me out by lifting it over his head and dropping it to the floor. Eager to touch, to taste, my lips hit his chest, then kissed a trail across it, pausing to tease his nipples with my tongue.

I pushed his shoulder gently, indicating what I wanted without actually pushing him back.

My current bed was an air mattress on the floor, after all, I didn’t want to injure him, I just wanted him to lay down. He did, but he had to crouch down first, then kind of lean back and fold onto the bed.

He looked up at me, amused, then put his hands behind his head and waited.

I moved to the bottom of the air mattress, kneeling on the floor as I tugged off his shoes. Not very comfortable, I admit, and I really, really wished I’d bought a bed before having Dillon in my room, but I wanted him. I wanted him now. And no bit of discomfort was stopping me from getting what I wanted.

Once his shoes and socks were off, I scooted onto the air mattress and hooked my hand in the waistband of his shorts and tugged. Dillon lifted his hips in an effort to help, and within seconds, he was naked before me.

“An air mattress?” he asked, still grinning up at me, totally unfazed by the fact that he was naked, his cock hard and proud, while I was still fully clothed.

“You’re lucky it’s not the bed I want, with the slated headboard, or you’d be tied up right now,” I countered, feeling powerful in our reversed positions.

Yeah, I didn’t know where that came from, but the thought of Dillon tied up and at my mercy had heat pooling in my belly. And I could tell he liked the idea too, because his eyelids hooded and he licked his lips as he looked at me.

“C’mere,” Dillon said throatily, so I scooted up until I was straddling him, but still not touching. His hand came up to brush my thigh, one finger going under the hem of my shorts. “I like these.”

My thighs quivered and my nipples hardened. Placing my hands under my tank top, I undid my bra and slid the straps down my arms, taking it off, but leaving the tank in place. It was white and pretty sheer, so I knew he could see the outline of my breasts, and the rose color of my nipples through the thin fabric.

I lowered slowly, his fingers going high enough beneath my shorts that they brushed the edge of my panties, and rocked against him.

Dillon groaned, his eyes drifting closed while his fingers caressed my hot core over the lace.

Bending at the waist, I kissed him, nibbling his lips as I continued moving over him. He kissed me back, then lowered his head to run his tongue along the top of my breasts. I brought one hand to the cloth and lowered it, freeing my breast for his mouth over the top, the strap falling down over my shoulder.

I groaned at the twin bursts of pleasure at my nipples and at my clit, desire making me heady and the need for more turning to greed.

Hooking my fingers in my shorts, I pushed, crying out when naked flesh met naked flesh, and proceeded to tease the head of his cock with my wetness, as he bit down on my nipple.

“Yes, Dillon,” I said, encouraging him to continue what he was doing. “Feels so good.”