“Your brother had an emergency, and not only did they need help at the bar, I think they just wanted you where they could see you, just in case. They wanted family close.”
“That was my thinking. We have a couple of other waitresses they could have called, but they wanted family. And I get it. And I’m not resentful about it. Okay, maybe a little bit because it did cut into our evening.”
“Not really. We had food. We hung out. I got to know you. And now we’re drinking water together in your home. Or at least talking about it. I still think this counts as a date.” I hoped those were the right things to say. I wasn’t good at this whole flirting thing, but with the way his smile slowly spread across his face, maybe I was doing okay, after all.
“Let’s get some water and then head up to my room. Not that we need to do anything,” Dillon added quickly and then let out a low chuckle. “But that way, Tanner and Pacey can’t sneak up on us and do whatever they want to do. Miles will probably be home soon, too, and I’m sure if Sanders and Mackenzie come down, it’ll be a whole thing.” He paused, then looked at me. “Unless you want it to be a whole thing.”
I shook my head, rose on my tiptoes, and pressed my lips to his. “Let’s go upstairs so it’s just the two of us. You’re right. People have surrounded us for most of the day.”
“Oh, thank God,” he mumbled, then kissed me harder, squeezed my hip, and handed me my glass of water after he’d pulled away. We made our way upstairs, and I indeed heard soft music coming from Sanders’ room. I tried not to think about the fact that if I could hear them, they had possibly heard what’d happened in Dillon’s room. But if they told me that the soundproofing was good enough, I would have to believe it. That was a lie that I would gladly and readily tell myself.
We made our way to his room, and I swallowed half my water in one gulp as I tried to think about what we were supposed to do or say. I hadn’t had a steady boyfriend before, nor had I had sex often. It had been smaller dates that had led to intriguing evenings, but I wasn’t good at this whole human-interaction thing.
“Me, either,” Dillon said and shrugged. I looked up at him.
“Did I say all of that out loud?”
“I don’t think all of it because you sort of started mid-sentence, but I’m the same as you with human interaction.”
“Oh,” I said, mortified. Dear God.
Dillon looked at me then. “I’m glad you’re here. I had fun the first night we were together, and had a blast tonight, even though it felt weird. Not weird to be with you, but weird that we had a date while working.”
“As I said, it was unique,” I reiterated, and he smiled.
“It was, wasn’t it? Anyway,” he said softly.
“Anyway,” I added.
He smiled. “I don’t know what I’m doing here. I wasn’t expecting this.”
I sipped my water, swallowed hard, and tried not to choke. “I wasn’t either. I’m not good at this, just like you.”
“I know you said you didn’t have time for a relationship...”
I cringed. “I don’t. But...”
“Yes. But... We’re both busy. We’re both in school and focused on a hundred different things, but I enjoy spending time with you. And I’d like to continue doing that. You know? To see where it goes.”
“But nothing scary,” I added.
He met my gaze. “I hope to hell not.”
And then he lowered his lips to mine. I groaned, sinking into him as he pressed in. He smelled of sandalwood and a little like the bar. It was something that was all Dillon.
I swallowed hard as he pulled away and slowly wrapped his arms around me. I settled my hands on his hips, squeezing slightly, and he smiled against my lips.
He kissed me again, this time adding more pressure. I parted my lips for him, needing him, craving all of his taste. He rocked against me, the rigid length of him hard against my stomach. He had stretched me before, almost to the point of pain, but it had been perfect. Bliss unlike I had ever experienced before.
And now, here we were again, and I couldn’t help but want more.
He tugged on my shirt, and I smiled against him as I lifted my arms. He pulled my shirt and tank top over my head, leaving me in my bra. And then he kissed me again, before slowly dragging his lips along my jaw and down my collarbone. He nipped and licked, and I groaned.
When he kissed me again, I tugged on his shirt, and he smiled against me before pulling it over his head.
“How do you do that?” I asked.
He frowned. “What?”
“You tug your shirt over the back of your head. It’s so sexy. I thought only movie stars did that.”
He blushed, and I couldn’t help but notice that he turned pink all the way down to his very firm, very ripped chest and eight-pack.
“I don’t know. It’s just something I do. I didn’t realize that it was a movie-star thing.”
“I like it. You should keep doing it.”
“I think we can arrange that,” he said softly.
He kissed me again, this time leading me towards the bed. I tugged on his pants, and he did the same with mine. Suddenly, my pants were off, as were his, and I stood in nothing but my bra and panties with him in his boxer briefs.
“Damn, did I tell you how much I love your curves?” he asked, squeezing me.
I shivered. “I think you might have mentioned it. But wow.” I hadn’t meant to utter the last part, but he kept touching me, and it was hard to think. Hard to breathe.
“Wow is a good word.” He kissed me again.
I was falling, falling so hard I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to say, what to do. I hadn’t expected this. Didn’t expect him. And I shouldn’t have. This could be a horrible mistake that led to temptation and pain, but I wasn’t going to stop. At least, not right now. College was about finding who you were and making choices. Discovering your path. And if that road led to Dillon, then I would let myself fall, at least for the time being.
I just hoped I didn’t break when I landed.
Soon, I was on the bed, Dillon hovering over me as he kissed my naked flesh. We had both lost what remained of our clothes. The condom packet lay next to my head. He kissed along my collarbone, then between my breasts. He paid particular attention to my nipples, biting and sucking to the point that I almost came. I rubbed my thighs against him, needing the friction, needing something, anything, but he refused to lower himself, wouldn’t press himself against my heat.
“Dillon,” I whispered.
“I’m not done yet.”
And then he lowered himself, kissing across my stomach, my hips. He nibbled, nipped. And then his head moved between my thighs, and it was the most erotic image I had ever seen. He kissed, sucked, took in my heat. He laughed at me, blew cool air on my warmth, and then spread me. I covered my face, embarrassed, and he just chuckled against me.
“You’re so pretty and pink. So wet and ready for me.” He licked at my clit. “Are you going to come for me, Elise?”
“If you keep touching me, the answer’s going to be yes.”
He kissed me again, this time spearing me with two fingers. My hips shot off the bed, and he curled his fingers, finding that tight bundle of nerves that nearly sent me over the edge. And when he latched on to my clit with his mouth, fucking me with his fingers, using his other hand to play with my breasts, I was lost. I came, an agonized shard of bliss slicing through me as I fell from the cliff of wherever I had been. I orgasmed so hard, I was afraid I would break, but then he was there, holding me tightly, and I couldn’t catch my breath.