This was insanely good, and I wasn't even moving at all. But she was squeezing me so tight that I was nearing the edge myself. I stood stock-still until she calmed down, blinking her eyes open. I smiled, lying down and pulling her on top of me. She gasped, moving her hips.
I loved that she was so responsive to what I did to her. She was still tight and deliciously wet, and I couldn't get enough of her. I propped myself on my elbows, bending my legs so she tilted toward me. She put her palms on my chest for balance, moving up and down on my cock. We were both moving fast, desperate.
I pushed myself up enough that I could claim her mouth. I wanted to taste her lips, capture her pleasure, and make her come again. She didn't last long, and watching her fall apart on top of me was insanely sexy. She lost her balance and almost fell sideways. I steadied her, keeping her where I wanted her, until I gave in to my orgasm too. My entire body shook. My legs spasmed. I didn't know if I widened inside her or she grew even tighter or both, but I could barely breathe from the intensity of the climax.
I fell back on the bed, completely spent, eyes closed as the aftershocks claimed my body. A few minutes later, I opened my eyes, slowly coming back to my senses. She was still sitting on me, smiling. I pushed myself up on my hands, kissing her right breast and then the left one before claiming her mouth. I was holding her close. She covered my cheeks and ears with her hands as she tilted her head, kissing me.
"I'm going to miss you," she said.
"I'm going to miss you too, Mel. I want us to go somewhere after I get back, just the two of us. Maybe Martha's Vineyard."
I felt her smile against my lips. She pulled back a notch. Her eyes were wide and full of surprise.
"I'll go wherever you want. Already looking forward to it."
“You’ll love it.”
“Oh really? Why?”
“Can’t give it all away before we’re even there,” I replied.
She looked at me with narrowed eyes. “Mysterious, are we? Let’s see if I can seduce you into fessing up.”
“You’re welcome to try.” With a grin, I tackled her to one side before climbing on top. I had a great plan for our trip, and I wasn’t going to reveal any part of it.
Chapter Twenty-two
Mel
The next morning, I already had Dylan withdrawals, and he’d only been gone for two hours. It was ridiculous—I didn’t see him every night, even when he was in the city—but knowing he was away made me feel this hollowness in my chest.
"Mel, these came for you," Shauna said at noon. I had back-to-back training sessions all morning and only now made it to the reception desk. There was a huge bouquet of red roses on it.
"They also have a card," she said with a dreamy smile. “Thought you might want to know."
I smelled the roses, picking up the card. It was from Dylan.
"I will miss you, Mel. Have a great day."
Oh, Dylan. I was in a great mood all morning, smiling at my clients and being more patient than usual. I was on cloud nine, and every time I passed reception, I smiled even bigger, looking at my beautiful flowers.
After work, I met Charlotte for a cocktail.
Ever since she opened the dog shelter, we met there, catching up while doing chores, but she insisted on going out for an actual cocktail today, and I was all for it. I loved girl time.
We met near the gym at a small bar that had just opened. They were known for their tapas more than their cocktails, but their margaritas were terrific.
Charlotte was wearing a beautiful white dress with a generous cleavage and huge hoop earrings. Her hair was styled in curls. She grinned when I arrived, eying my flowers.
“Are these from Dylan?” she asked as I sat down.
“Yes. He sent them today to the gym.”
“My God, this man is something else. I didn’t even think men in this century knew how to send flowers anymore.”
“You and me both.” We ordered a selection of tapas and margaritas and received our drinks in no time. I kept eyeing the roses while sipping my beverage. At lunch I’d sent Dylan a message thanking him, but he hadn’t replied. He hadn’t been exaggerating when he said he wouldn’t have free time at all. And he’d still sent me flowers.
“So you and Dylan are getting pretty serious, right?” Charlotte asked.
I grinned, sipping some more of my margarita. Oops, I was going a bit fast.
“Well, we talked about not seeing other people,” I informed her. “I wasn’t sure what was going to happen when he went to D.C.”
“He sent you flowers, so I think it’s safe to say he’s really into you.”
I clasped my fingers tighter around the stem of the glass, pouting. “And I’m really into him. I’m afraid of how much, honestly.”
“Why?”
“We made it pretty clear in the beginning that it’s a casual thing.”
Her eyes widened. I hadn’t shared this with her.
“You don’t do casual.”
“I know, but I like him a lot, and one thing led to another....”
Charlotte grinned, clinking her glass to mine. “You wouldn’t be the first ones to move from casual to serious.”
I grinned too but immediately toned it down because my right temple started to throb. Damn, why was I getting tipsy so fast? I only ate breakfast and a protein bar today, so that explained it.
When the waiter brought our tapas, I immediately devoured patatas bravas, chorizo, and olives stuffed with almonds.
We spoke a bit about the shelter while eating.
“It’s going better than I was hoping for,” Charlotte said. “I’m thinking about offering training courses too.”
“Do you have time?”
She was also working part-time as a dance teacher for young kids. She had enough on her plate.
“I’ll figure it out.”
Charlotte was such a kick-ass woman, and I was proud of her. We ordered a second round of margaritas, and by the time we downed them, I was drunk, and so was she.
She put both hands on the table, eying me intently. “Okay, now that you’re inebriated, it’s time to fess up. How exactly do you feel about Dylan?”
I sighed, tugging at my bottom lip with my teeth. “I’m falling for him, but I’m trying not to. I know it’s going to end eventually.”
“Hmm... or maybe not. Have you told him how you feel?”
I shook my head, which made me dizzy. I massaged my temples, but it wasn’t helping.
“This margarita is kicking my ass,” I said.
“Mine too.”
“Should we call it a night?”
“Ha! A convenient excuse not to talk about Mr. Hottie, huh?”
I laughed. “I love talking about him. I can do it all day long. But my head weighs a ton.”
“Mine too. Let’s go.”
We paid quickly and parted ways in front of the restaurant. I dozed off in my Uber, but I still had a headache when I arrived home. There was a bit of the sunset left, so I went to the balcony with a glass of water, phone, and earbuds.
Just as I was about to start my audiobook, Dylan called.
I answered with a grin. “Hey.”
“Am I interrupting your audiobook already?”