Evie
It’s been so long, but I don’t think that’s why it feels so incredibly good. Sex feels this good because it’s him.
I haven’t felt this way for a man in a long time. I haven’t felt as if I’m falling under in ages. But I feel that with Dylan, and as he pushes deep inside me, the most intense sensations ripple through my body. Tingle all over. Desire everywhere. Wanting in every molecule.
I look at him, almost afraid of what I’ll see, but it’s there in his eyes. This sense that he’s in this with me. That the time we’ve spent together has been as fantastic for him as it’s been for me.
I want to say something—something about how he makes me feel. But I’m afraid if I speak, I’ll say way too much. And right now, I want to feel.
As he strokes inside me, I feel so much. Every single delicious sensation tears through me. My toes curl as his hips swivel, and he pushes deeper. I run my hands up his chest, loving the feel of his smooth skin under my hands. I arch into him, and I moan so loudly as his length slides exquisitely over the most sensitive part of me. It’s so good.
But…
It would be even better if I changed one thing.
“Dylan,” I whisper.
“Yeah?”
“I have to tell you something.”
He slows, stills. “What is it?”
I whisper like I have a dark, dirty secret. “I really like being on top.”
A laugh bursts from his lips. Amused, he grabs my ass and expertly rolls us over. “I thought you were going to tell me something I didn’t want to hear.”
I laugh, too, as I straighten, straddling him, adjusting myself to the extraordinary feel of him deep inside me. Slowly, languidly, I roll my hips, and I moan. It’s a long, delicious moan, because I love this position.
“I love this,” I murmur. “I can take you so deep.”
His eyes blaze with heat as his hands curl tight around my hips. His fingers dig into my bones. “Funny, I like every position with you so far.”
“Ditto.”
I also like that we can laugh while we screw. That we can tease as we fuck. And I like that we both know when it’s time to go silent. Because as I circle my hips, there’s nothing more to say. There’s only the sheer honesty of this moment. When you finally give in. When you finally admit. When you finally know.
I want this man. I want him so much.
And I’m having him.
I ride him as the pleasure rises inside me. I find my rhythm as my muscles tighten. My hands push hard against his chest as heat coils low in my belly, then lower still, until all this desire bursts inside me.
And I’m coming.
And crying out.
Saying his name.
Collapsing onto him, and he’s right here with me, following me as he groans my name in my ear, joining me on the other side.
* * * *
Dylan brushes his fingertips along my arm. “I wasn’t sure I liked you.”
I swat his chest. “Your pillow talk is amazing.”
He laughs and nibbles on my shoulder. “I mean it.”
I roll my eyes. “And I doubly mean it now about your pillow talk.”
He tugs me closer, wrapping an arm around me. “I thought we’d be too different. That’s what I mean.”
“I know. I thought that, too.”
He lifts my hand, brings my fingers to his mouth, and presses kisses to my knuckles. “But then I got to know you.”
“And you realized you really didn’t like me still?” I tease.
He laughs and grabs me, pulling me closer. “Who’s the difficult one now?”
I laugh. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
He presses a kiss to my lips, and even though he sent me soaring twenty minutes ago, I’m ready to go again. “By the way, did we break your third-date rule about sleeping together?” he asks.
“Did tonight seem like a first date?”
He shakes his head. “Technically it wasn’t even an official date.”
“Then we’ve botched everything.”
He laughs. “But seriously, it feels like our fourth, to be honest.”
I nod, smiling. “It kind of does. So we’re right on track then, since my rule is wait until after the third date. But I also think the third time might be a charm, so we should do it a second and third time.”
“I’m game.”
This time he puts me on all fours and takes me hard, and I couldn’t be happier, because sometimes a hard-working city girl needs to be fucked harder at night.
And this man, that’s what he does to me, making me come in under three minutes.
It seems he’s quite good at that.
* * * *
My phone beeps. One of those oh-so-innocent bell sounds. An I-couldn’t-possibly-bother-you-so-I-sound-like-a-sweet-little-ding.
I glance at Dylan. He’s sleeping like a rock.
I grab my phone and unlock the screen.
A text from Olivia glares at me. “What’s the name of the nail polish? I forgot! Also, I’m going wedding dress shopping soon. Want to come?”
My stomach churns.
I love dress shopping.
I do, I do, I do.
But I’m naked in bed with her brother, and something feels wrong about replying to this message.
I click to my email and see if there are any work fires I need to extinguish.
The first email is from the athletic woman at the ad agency. I sent her a note a few days ago, asking if she might be interested in a date with a client.
Hi Evie! I received your email. So good to hear from you! I’m doing well and working hard, and I’m thrilled you thought of me. I’m out of town for work but would love to hear more about this guy. So hard to meet a smart, successful, good-looking one these days, who’s also honest!
And the guilt triples. I’m screwing my friend’s brother, and I’m skimming off the top.
At least I haven’t taken his money yet.
Right now, though, I need to fix this problem.
Gently, I brush Dylan’s shoulder. He rolls to his side. “Dylan,” I whisper.
No response.
“Dylan,” I say at a normal volume.
He snores louder.
I sigh heavily, swing my feet out of bed, and rise. After I pee, wash my face, and brush my teeth, I return to the room, expecting to find him awake.
But he’s pulled a pillow over his head, and he’s nowhere near opening his eyes. My chest aches as I stare at him. I want to run my fingers through his hair. I want to pepper kisses on his cheek. I want to talk to him, laugh with him, spend the whole entire day with him.
Somehow, some way, this handsome pain-in-the-butt man has worked his way into my heart.
And that means I have to deal with the consequences.
I grab the hotel stationery and dash off a note. Then I leave.