Distraction (Club Destiny #8)(90)

“So we’re gonna distract ourselves with coffee?” he asked, still stunned.

“It worked, didn’t it?”

His brows furrowed. “What worked?”

Sarah took a step closer. “It no longer feels tight right here,” she said, placing her hand on his chest over his heart.

She was right, it didn’t. The panic he’d been consumed by had faded and the only thing left was…

Dylan cupped her face in his hands. “Sarah…”

Her eyes widened and his heart rate picked up.

“I…” Dylan had to say it. He had to get it out there. “I love you.”

Her face softened and her eyes searched his face as though she didn’t believe the words he’d said. A tear slid down her cheek, and that sense of panic set in again, threatening to strangle him. Before he could pull his hands away from her face, Sarah’s fingers curled around his wrists, holding him in place.

“I love you, too.”

The weight that had been resting on his chest lifted, and for a minute, Dylan thought his legs might buckle beneath him. The last thing he’d expected was for her to love him back.

“Stop thinking,” she said hurriedly.

Dylan nodded, smiling down at her as he wiped the tear away with his thumb.

“Coffee?” she asked and he couldn’t help but laugh.

“I don’t want coffee, Sarah.” He wanted her.

All of her.





chapter TWENTY-NINE

“IF YOU DON’T WANT COFFEE, what do you want?” Sarah asked, still holding Dylan’s wrists as he cupped her face.

Her heart was pounding a million miles a second from the three little words that had come out of Dylan’s mouth. She still couldn’t believe he’d said them.

“You. I want all of you. Now and forever.”

She tried not to focus on the forever part. Admittedly, it wasn’t so easy. But that was her eternal hope winning out.

“Show me your bedroom, Sarah.”

Smiling, Sarah choked back the emotion that was overwhelming her. Once again, she was going to allow this man to distract her. She didn’t mind it this time because she knew what was coming.

Sarah led him down the hall to her bedroom, but Dylan didn’t stop there. He turned toward the bathroom and he tugged on her arm until she followed. Several minutes later, they were naked and in the shower, the warm water sluicing over her skin as Dylan soaped her up.

“This is not very spontaneous, Mr. Thomas,” she teased.

His eyes softened as he looked at her. “Priorities, baby.”

Honestly, she thought he would’ve made love to her right there, but he was clearly on a mission. It didn’t take long before they were both cleaned and dried.

“Eep!” Sarah squealed when Dylan lifted her into his arms and carried her back to the bedroom, gently lowering her to the bed.

He came down over her, his eyes locked with hers. There was so much emotion in his eyes, she was tempted to look away, scared that she was getting caught up in the moment. She wanted this to be real. She didn’t want to find out that Dylan’s proclamation had been based on the emotional upheaval that the day had caused.

“God, Sarah.” He brushed his lips against hers. “I love you.”

She reached between them and fisted his cock, stroking him slowly while he kissed her. His mouth was so gentle she wanted to cry. He was making love to her, and she could feel every ounce of the emotion behind his kiss.

This wasn’t a distraction. This was the real thing.

“Wrap your legs around me.”

Sarah did as instructed, releasing him from her grip.

“Do I need a condom, Sarah?”

She shook her head. “I can’t have children.”

His eyes stayed locked on hers.

“I had a hysterectomy years ago.” It had been medically necessary, but at the time, she hadn’t cared, because she’d long ago given up on having children of her own when Paul died.

“Let me love you.”

Sarah nodded.

Dylan pushed in deep. She was wet and ready, her body desperate to feel his.

They made love for what felt like hours but was probably only minutes. Never once did they look away from one another. Sarah could feel Dylan in her soul. This man she’d loved for so long. She wondered if their paths had crossed all those years ago—back when they were na?ve teenagers—for a reason. Perhaps a higher power had known how their lives would turn out, the loss they would suffer.

And somehow they would find themselves again in each other’s arms.

It was a happy thought, one Sarah wanted to hold on to forever.

“I love you,” Dylan whispered, his hand caressing her cheek. “I’m not good at this, but you probably already know that.”

Sarah smiled. “I’m not, either.”

He rocked into her again and again, her body humming with every thrust until she was nothing more than a bundle of overstimulated nerves.

“Let me love you forever, Sarah. Since the day you let me into your house three years ago, I’ve known who owned my heart. But I wasn’t looking for you to fix me, so I had to fix myself. For you. I wanted to be worthy of you.”

Sarah couldn’t stop the tears streaming down her face. “Dylan…”