Dylan stared at her. There were no words. He understood arguments and perspectives. But they weren’t in a court. He wasn’t a judge. This wasn’t a trial. And, she wasn’t wrong.
A peal of thunder shook the house.
Dylan couldn’t talk anymore. He couldn’t think. He shifted positions, angling her so he could reach her shoulders. He rubbed them, massaging the tense muscles in her neck. “Can we leave this off for now and relax?”
Her head rolled forward and her mind swirled. “Umm...” Not talking might be good, but other things... “We can’t just turn off and on.”
“We can try.” His thumbs moved in slow circles between her shoulder blades.
She arched into him. “I’m scared.”
He gathered her close and kissed her neck. “Don’t be.”
She leaned back against him and tilted her head to give him better access. “Is this too soon? What if we’re making a mistake?”
“What time do we have?” He licked her ear and nibbled her throat, eliciting a soft moan from her. “This isn’t a mistake, Nile. It’s inevitable. I need you.” His hands slid down her arms to cup the underside of her breasts. “I don’t know what’s going to happen with everything else, but I know making love to you is right... Please, let me love you.”
His plea was her undoing. He affected her like no one ever had. She turned in his arms and pulled his lips down to hers. “Yes,” she whispered. “Do that.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Holding hands, Nile led Dylan upstairs. The master bedroom was largely untouched. Solid oak furniture, an antique rocker, a hand-sewn quilt, and old black and white photos. It was cozy and full of memories. They kicked off their shoes and lounged on her grandfather’s bed—Nile’s bed, facing each other.
The rain came down hard again, a rhythmic thumping on the roof.
“So...so...how does this work?” Nile blushed. “I know how it works, I mean...I don’t know what I mean.”
He loved her voice...and her eyes...and her innocence. “First, we relax. It’s less of an ordeal than people make it out to be.” He took off his shirt. He was lean, cut, and unashamed.
“That’s easy for you to say. I’m having a heart attack over here.” Her eyes were wide and her desire raw. She couldn’t look away.
He hadn’t meant to laugh, but she made his heart happy. “Go ahead, touch me.”
She ran the tip of her finger across his thin shadow of dark, curly chest hair. It was like velvet covering rock.
He flattened her palm over his heart. “This is about taking. You get to be selfish for a few unguarded moments. Take...and do whatever you want.”
Her hand brushed across his pecs. He laid back, closed his eyes, and savored her touch. She caressed his torso, his nipples, his abs, the V disappearing into his jeans. She got bold, licked his nipple, and was rewarded with his ragged intake of breath. It emboldened her to kiss the other one.
He held her there for a moment, his hand playing in her hair. “You know, turnabout is coming.”
Nile stopped and gave him a cat-eyed blink that was sexy. Her dash of boldness became daring. She pulled her sweater over her head, revealing a cherry-red peek-a-boo bra.
“Shit! How am I supposed to control myself?” Her smile...and that bra made him harder. He pulled her down on top of him. “Were you expecting this?”
“No! No...I was...hoping, I guess.” She rubbed her breasts against him. “I’ve been dressing for this since...since that first night.”
“Had I known, I would have never agreed to be our conscience.” He positioned her so her nipples were hanging over his mouth. “I expect to see everything I missed.” He laved an areola and latched on.
She moaned and held him to her.
The feel of her...the sounds she made...Dylan was in Eden. The aggression in him grew. He flipped them so she was on her back and he could dominate. As sexy as that bra was, he needed it gone. He undid the front clasp and her breasts spilled out. They were amazing. He took turns kissing, and licking, and caressing first one and then the other.
Nile squirmed and rocked, the pleasure overwhelming her and making her need more.
He half-covered her body and gave her a hickey...two...three...because he wanted to eat her whole, and because he could.
She whimpered.
“Nile, look at me.” Her body responded to the power in his voice. She locked her eyes on his.
“You are so damned beautiful.” He undid her pants...“You are a fantasy.” Slid his hand inside her wet panties...“I dream about making love to you.” ...And fingered her.
The sound she made was rapture.
He nipped and licked her jaw, her neck, her ear, and whispered into the wetness. “Take what you need...let go... Come on baby...let it happen.”
His voice. His strength. His fingers. Nile’s body moved on its own, grinding against his palm. What he did felt so good she couldn’t think, she couldn’t breathe. She could only feel him, stroking her and setting her on fire.
His breathing was as rapid as hers. Keeping her clitoris under his palm, he pushed his index finger in and out, stretching her and making them both burn. “You are so damn tight and sweet...I want you so bad...”
“Ahhhh...” Her glossy, unfocused eyes rolled back as she rode the wave of heat spiraling from her core.
Dylan fingered her faster and rubbed her clit with his thumb. His crazed eyes watched her first orgasm. “Yeah, baby...give it to me...”
“Ahhhhh....” In that moment, he owned her. She was his. He commanded, and she came.
But, he wasn’t done.
Nile was still shuddering when Dylan took off her pants. He let out a low whistle when he saw the matching cherry-red peek-a-boo panties. He almost hated to take them off. But, he was going after gold. He studied her naked, sweat covered body and wanted to ejaculate right then.
She tried to cover herself.
He pulled her hands away. “Don’t ever do that.”
She smiled and laid open and exposed to him.
Dylan found the strength to yank off his pants and boxer-briefs.
Nile’s heart beat loudly, but she could not look away. He was thick, and hard, and beautiful, like a Greek god.
A streak of lightning flashed through the room as if heaven agreed.
She expected to be nervous, but she wasn’t. She was spellbound and captivated, aching with need.
Dylan came to her. He ran his hand along her leg, marveling how soft and firm she was. He rained kisses down her calf and behind her knee. Love bites on both her thighs.
Her fingers played in his hair. Her body bucked when he got close to her hairless juncture.
He wasn’t having it. He cupped her ass, buried his face, and stabbed her with his tongue.
Caught in a wave of feelings and sensations, Nile held his head as her body undulated beneath his control. Her release was blistering, short-circuiting her senses.
Dylan lost his last strand of restraint. He worked his way up her convulsing body and covered her. He teased her opening with the tip of his penis and held it there until she pushed against him. A little further in, he went rigid, allowing her time to get used to him. A bead of sweat rolled down his temple as he stretched her with slow micro-movements. He kissed her eyes, her jaw, her neck, and whispered nonsensical sweet things—anything to keep from plunging into her like he desperately wanted...no, needed to do.