Only Mine (Honey Mountain #5)(47)

She raised a brow. “Really? You’re not running scared this time?”

“Not even fucking close. Come home with me.” I wanted her so badly I could barely see straight.

Not here in the office or in the car or in the elevator.

I wanted her in my bed. Where I could take my time. I wanted to strip the clothes from her body and taste every inch of her.

She moved around me and walked toward the panel and hit the button. The elevator immediately started moving. I tucked myself back in and zipped up my pants.

“So, you want to take me home, huh?”

“I do. Do you have a problem with that?”

The doors opened, and she stepped out, her high heels clicking against the marble flooring as I followed behind her, watching the way her ass swayed from side to side in her fitted pencil skirt.

“We can discuss my terms in the car.” She didn’t look back when she said it, and she pushed open the door leading out to the street.

“I was just getting worried about you,” Gallan said as he pulled the back door open. “Everything all right? I feared you two might have murdered each other.”

“Yes. You know the boss here.” She flicked her thumb over her shoulder at me. “He’s much needier than you’d guess. He just can’t get me to do enough for him.”

Ain’t that the fucking truth.

Gallan chuckled, and I tried to look annoyed, but he knew me well enough to know that I wasn’t. I climbed into the car beside her, and he closed the door.

“Such a smart fucking mouth,” I said, nipping at her ear. “I want to take you home. So, let’s hear the terms.”

She turned to look at me, and my hand found hers, intertwining our fingers. I’d never been an affectionate guy. Even in high school with Kressa, she’d always complained about it. But here I was, sitting with this maddening woman who I wanted more than anything, and I felt a need to hold her hand. Not for her. But for me.

“Well, for starters, we’d need to go to my place.”

“Why?” I raised a brow.

“Because I need to pack. I’m leaving first thing in the morning. Which also means you need to leave at a decent hour because I have to get my sleep so I can drive in the morning.”

“You want a quickie?” I grumped.

“I love that you’re so certain I’m going to have sex with you. Maybe I just want to chat while I pack.” She smirked as we pulled in front of the building.

“Can you pick Ms. Thomas up in front of the building at nine o’clock tomorrow morning?” I asked Gallan as we stepped out of the car.

“What? No. I’m taking my car.”

“You’re not. I’ll explain later. Nine o’clock?” I asked my driver, and he nodded.

Dylan remained quiet until we got on the elevator. “What exactly do you think you’re doing? You know you’re going to have to cancel him. I just didn’t want to embarrass you in front of Gallan.”

I moved closer, crowding her as her back pressed against the far wall of the elevator. “I’m not canceling him. I plan on taking my time tonight.”

She raised a brow, but I didn’t miss the way her chest rose and fell quickly at my words. “Do you, now?”

“Yes. I’m going to watch you pack and drink a glass of wine and make ridiculous small talk because that’s what you want me to do. And then I’m going to fuck you until you cry out my name over and over again. And then I’ll get you breakfast, and Gallan will drive you to the helicopter. That way, you won’t need your sleep. I can have a car waiting at the hangar for you to use while you’re there.”

“Wow. Look at you. You’re pulling out all the stops.”

“I am. I’m tired of fighting this.”

“I thought you loved to fight?” Her fingers slipped beneath the open buttons on my dress shirt and rested against my skin.

“Well, tonight, I don’t want to.”

“That must have been some BJ, huh?” She waggled her brows.

“You’re very good.” My lips found her neck, and I moved along her jawline.

“I’m so proud. I’ve only done that for one other lucky bastard.”

I pulled back, startled by her words, and studied her. “What? You’ve only been with one other guy?”

“No. I’ve had sex with more than one guy, obviously. I’m twenty-seven years young. But I’m not big on the blowies, if you know what I mean. That’s got to be earned. I did it once in college because my boyfriend begged and pleaded, but I’ve never offered it up again before today.” She bit down on her plump bottom lip.

“How are you so good at it?”

The doors opened, and she shoved me back before walking out in front of me. “Romance books. YouTube videos. You know, I did my homework in case I ever wanted to pull out that stunt. I wanted to be prepared.”

Dylan Thomas just might be the most fascinating woman I’d ever met.

“So, why me?”

She pulled out her key and leaned against her door before opening it. “I don’t know. I trust my gut. And after what you did for me earlier today, it seemed like a good call.”

“So, do I get to come in for round two? Or do you need to go watch a few YouTube videos before?” I teased.