Distraction (Club Destiny #8)(70)

Oh, yeah. That guy noticed.

“Will he take his wife back to their room later and do the same thing to her as I’m doing to you?”

Sarah moaned. She realized she was grinding her hips, trying to take more of Dylan’s fingers. She was so turned on she could hardly breathe.

“I want you to come for me, Sarah. Come all over my fingers. Then I’m going to take you back to our room, and I’m going to fuck you all damn night. In every position imaginable.”

His fingers pumped into her while his thumb circled her clit. Sarah’s fingernails dug into his shirt as she held on until the last possible second. When her orgasm crested, the room dimmed, the music was muted, and the only thing she noticed was the vibrant sound of her heart pounding in her ears.

She couldn’t believe Dylan had made her come right there in front of those people.

Did it bother her that they were watching?

Surprisingly, no.

Did it make her hotter that they were?

Quite possibly, yes.

What did that say about her?

“Relax for me, baby,” Dylan whispered.

Sarah focused on breathing. She felt as though she were outside her own body, watching as Dylan fixed her clothing, covering her completely. His warm hands caressed her, his lips gliding over her neck. She felt safe with him. As though he wouldn’t let anything bad happen to her.

And maybe that was why she could let go like she had.

“Are you all right?” he asked, his fingers curling beneath her chin and turning her head so she could look back at him over her shoulder.

“Better than all right,” she admitted.

And maybe that was what scared her most.





chapter TWENTY-ONE

“TAKE THE DRESS OFF, SARAH,” Dylan commanded as soon as they were back in their hotel room.

It was a wonder he’d been able to walk from the club. His dick was like a steel rod, eager and desperate for Sarah. The way she’d allowed him to pleasure her back at Devil’s Playground had been unlike anything he’d ever experienced. He figured she probably would’ve been agreeable to anything he’d wanted down there, but truth was, he wanted her alone.

Sarah stared back at him, her eyes still glazed from their make-out session in the elevator. He didn’t even give a damn that there were cameras watching every move he made when he’d been sliding his fingers between her thighs. He’d been careful to keep her hidden from view, but he hadn’t been able to keep his hands to himself.

“Would you like me to help you?” he asked when she didn’t make a move to disrobe.

“Not yet,” she said, her voice raspy.

“No?”

Sarah shook her head. “I have something else in mind.”

“Do you now?”

When Sarah reached for his hand, he allowed her to lead him over to the chair near the window. The curtains were still open, giving them a glittering view of the Las Vegas Strip.

Before he could sit down, Sarah turned to face him, her fingers deftly unbuttoning his jeans.

“I want you in my mouth.”

Fuck. The woman could certainly do some damage when she used that commanding tone. The sexy words that came out of her mouth made his dick pulse.

It didn’t take long for her to pull his jeans down to his knees. She pushed him so that he fell back into the chair. Once he was seated, she removed his boots, one at a time, then tugged his jeans from his legs. Dylan helped her out, shedding the jacket and removing his shirt in the process.

“I like you naked,” Sarah mused, her eyes raking over him.

“The feeling’s mutual,” he told her. “Take the dress off, Sarah. But keep on the panties and heels.”

Watching this woman undress was the equivalent of sex. Dylan didn’t think she even realized how fucking hot she was as she slowly stripped the black dress from her body. So fucking hot he couldn’t resist stroking himself, seeking a little relief.

When she had removed the dress, he spread his legs, giving her room to kneel before him. He did his best to keep his composure when she wrapped her sweet lips around the engorged head of his cock. The way her tongue caressed him made the hair on his arms stand on end.

“So fucking good,” he groaned, reaching out and sliding his hands into her hair. He guided her head forward, slipping deeper into her mouth. “That’s it, baby. Suck me.”

For what felt like an eternity, Sarah deep-throated him, the suction making his lungs work harder just to maintain the last thread of his control.

When his balls threatened to erupt, he pulled her off him, then helped her to her feet. Seconds later, he had her on her back on the bed, his mouth fused to hers. She was squirming beneath him, her silk-covered pussy pressing against his aching cock.

“It’s my turn now,” he told her, pulling back before he worked his way down her body, his lips and tongue trailing over every inch of her skin.

He didn’t stop until he was between her thighs. Using his hands, he pressed her knees wide and licked her.

Sarah’s back bowed and she cried out, but he didn’t stop. Dylan worked her to the edge, then retreated. He wasn’t ready to send her over yet. He had something more in store for her tonight.

“Dylan … please…”

He moved up over her. “Please what?”

“I need to feel you.”