Distraction (Club Destiny #8)(48)

The thought made her smile.

Dylan Thomas thought she was sweet. Most people did. But what they didn’t know was Sarah had a kinky side. She didn’t like vanilla sex. Although, it’d been years since she’d had an encounter that had been anything but. Actually, it’d been years since she’d had sex at all.

The last time was the incident with Dylan. Him fucking her against the wall. It hadn’t been exactly kinky, but it hadn’t been vanilla, either. And those erotic romance novels on her bookshelves… She read them. Of course she read them. And she enjoyed them. Every aspect. Including threesomes, and a wide variety of other intriguing situations.

Sweet she was not. She wanted this man to do dirty things to her.

Based on his admission earlier, plus the way he touched her, the eagerness in the way he kissed her, along with those dirty words he’d whispered moments ago, Sarah knew Dylan would be into it. He’d be just as willing as she was.

For reasons she couldn’t understand, Sarah was ready to explore this side of herself.

Who better to take the journey with than the man she’d long ago given her heart to? Even if that exchange had been one-sided. Sarah wasn’t looking for love. She wasn’t looking for happily ever after. She wasn’t that girl anymore. She’d known love and it had been ripped away from her without warning.

But now she was being given the opportunity to explore herself in ways she hadn’t expected. She felt safe with Dylan.

And that … for now … was all that mattered.





chapter ELEVEN

CHRIST!

Dylan held still momentarily, his cock nestled perfectly against Sarah’s pussy. The only thing separating them was the rough denim of his jeans and the smooth silk of her panties. He prayed Bill had decided to take Sarah’s advice and go away because he wasn’t sure how long he’d survive this.

Bill’s words echoed in Dylan’s head.

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

Not if Dylan had anything to say about it.

Dylan had to give the guy some credit; at least he’d had the decency to come up to check on her. Granted, if he’d been a minute later, he would’ve found Dylan and Sarah walking down the hall together, and that wouldn’t have looked all that good. Not that Dylan would’ve given a shit. The man didn’t deserve her.

Not that Dylan did. He knew he wasn’t a saint, and he had his own sins to atone for, but he would’ve never put her in a situation like that. Not without her permission and complete understanding.

So, Bill’s timing had been both good and bad. Dylan was trying to be a gentleman, truly wanting to take her to dinner, share casual conversation.

But this… this was good, too.

“I think he’s gone.”

Dylan pressed his forehead to Sarah’s, his breath still rushing in and out of his lungs. “That’s good.”

“You can put me down now,” she said with a chuckle.

“Don’t want to,” he answered easily. He wanted to carry her to the bed, strip her naked, and use his mouth to explore every inch of her.

But doing that wouldn’t give them the opportunity to move forward. It would simply take them back in time, and though the idea of being lodged inside her was the best one he’d had in a long damn time, Dylan wanted to take this slow.

“Dinner,” he reminded her.

“No food,” Sarah whispered, her hands sliding up to cup his face.

He pulled back to look at her. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen from his mouth, and her wide blue eyes had darkened, the same heat surging through him reflected there.

“We’re starting over, remember?”

“We can start over after,” Sarah countered.

“After what?” Dylan knew the answer to that question, but he had to ask anyway.

“After,” she mumbled, pulling his head forward and crushing her mouth to his.

Dylan was overwhelmed by her. The way she kissed him was unlike anything he could ever remember. Sweet yet eager. Gentle yet desperate.

He knew how she felt because he felt it, too.

“Please,” she whispered against his lips. “I need to feel you inside me.”

Holy fuck.

Those few words spoken from that innocent mouth would likely lead to his demise.

Sarah squirmed, obviously trying to get back to her feet, so Dylan relented and set her down. When her heels touched the floor, she planted her hands firmly on his chest and pushed him.

Not expecting the move, he stumbled back a step.

Her eyes darted up to meet his. “On the bed.”

“Bossy,” he murmured.

Sarah continued to stalk him, and he gave her what she wanted, backing up until the bed stopped him. With another gentle shove, Sarah forced him to sit down. Based on the wicked gleam in her eyes, she was enjoying this.

He watched as she easily slipped those sexy heels off her feet and tossed them across the room. Her eyes never left his.

Dylan knew there was no backing out now. Whether they ever made it to dinner tonight was still to be seen. Perhaps they’d have breakfast. He didn’t know.

But the one thing he did know was that he wanted to feel her wrapped around him again.

When he’d pressed her against the wall, her soft, pliant body beneath his, Dylan had damn near lost his mind. She smelled sweet, like… Hell, she smelled like some sort of exotic flower. And he’d been drunk on it. The lust she inspired in him was more than he’d known in years, yet he had no fucking clue how to deal with it. Being the barbaric asshole obviously wasn’t the way to go, yet he was so overcome with this possessive, nearly blinding desperation, he couldn’t see past it.