Distraction (Club Destiny #8)(47)

And you do?

He hated his subconscious sometimes. It chose the most inopportune moments to speak up.

Fine, he wasn’t the best example, but still. When it came to Sarah, he really did want to start over with her.

Moving closer, Dylan didn’t speak. Her eyes widened the closer he got, and he knew right then what he needed to do.



“DYLAN.” SARAH KEPT HER VOICE low, praying Bill couldn’t hear her through the door. “What are you doing?”

He was closing in on her, his eyes determined, his mouth holding a seductive grin, and damned if her body didn’t start humming as he neared. He was stalking her, and she felt every ounce of his masculine fortitude right down to the core of her.

When he had closed the distance between them, his hands moved forward quickly, thumbs sliding beneath the hem of her dress, forcing it higher on her thighs as he gripped her hips and lifted her off the floor, her back pressed against the door. Then his mouth was on hers and she couldn’t resist, wrapping her arms and legs around him instantly.

Oh, God.

As soon as his lips were on hers, she remembered how easily he could control her body with a simple kiss. Then again, there wasn’t anything simple about Dylan’s kiss.

A sweet heat filled her belly, her sex clenching as he claimed her mouth. There was something so … naughty … about him kissing her while Bill stood on the other side of the door.

Sure, it was a crappy thing for her to do to the guy who’d invited her to this hotel in the first place, but in her defense, he had ruined the night by springing a sex club on her.

“Sarah? Are you okay?” Bill’s muffled words sounded through the door. “I wanted to apologize for the things I said. And … I wanted to check on you. I saw you leave with … him.”

Dylan’s lips broke from hers, trailing down her neck, leaving her breathless.

“Sorry,” she called out, her voice stronger than she expected. “I…” She couldn’t even bring herself to lie to him.

“Are you feeling bad?”

“No,” she said. “I’m feeling quite good, actually.”

Dylan’s low chuckle vibrated against her neck as his lips worked their way back to her mouth.

“Do you want to go get something to eat?” Bill sounded concerned. “It’s the least I can do.”

“Yes,” she said, gripping the back of Dylan’s head and pulling him back so their mouths separated. “But not right now.” And not with you. She obviously didn’t add the last part.

“Sarah? Is someone in there with you? Is he in there?”

She didn’t answer him, crushing her mouth to Dylan’s as a desperate ache sent her nerve endings in a frenzy. A flash fire of passion consumed her and she really wanted Bill to go away.

“I … uh…” Sarah lost her train of thought when Dylan’s mouth resumed its trek over her neck. He sucked her skin into his mouth and her nipples hardened painfully. She felt the hard ridge of his erection pressing against her, and she didn’t resist the urge to grind her hips, adding a sweet friction to the already overwhelming sensations.

Dylan growled quietly.

“It’s okay, Bill,” she finally said, letting her head thump against the door as Dylan continued to press urgent kisses along her neck, across her collarbone. “I’m good. I’m just gonna … go to bed.”

Bill didn’t respond and she wondered if she’d surprised him.

Not that she cared. Sarah was more worried about spontaneously combusting right there in Dylan’s arms. His lips moved up to her ear, his teeth tugging on the lobe briefly before he said, “Send him away, Sarah. It’ll be less embarrassing for him.”

Embarrassing? Huh? “Why?” she said softly.

“Because when you scream my name”—Dylan’s words were a hot rush spoken softly into her ear—“while I’m tongue-fucking your pussy, I’m sure he’ll realize exactly who’s in here with you.”

Sarah couldn’t form words. The mental image he’d created had her clit pulsing. If he wasn’t careful, he’d make her orgasm from his words alone.

“Okay,” Bill called, uncertainty in the single word. “I’ll go. Are you mad?”

“Not at all,” she said truthfully.

“It’s just… I know what I did was … wrong. But I want us to be friends if nothing else.”

She had been mad. He was right about that.

But not anymore. At the moment, she couldn’t think clearly enough to sort through the emotions consuming her.

“Okay. Good. We’re friends,” she assured him.

Sarah bit back a moan when Dylan ground his erection against the apex of her thighs, stimulating her clit through the thin fabric of her panties.

“Well, then, I guess I’ll check on you later?” It was phrased as a question.

“No need,” she told him. “I’m … good.” Better than good, actually.

Did he leave? Not knowing whether or not Bill was still standing in the hall, Sarah remained quiet as she guided Dylan’s mouth back to hers.

She had no idea what it was about him that heightened every one of her senses, but Sarah couldn’t get enough of him. Suddenly, food no longer mattered. The only thing she wanted was to feast on him for a while, to trail her lips over every hard angle, every smooth plane of his body until he was the one begging for more.