How the Light Gets In (Cracks Duet #2)(32)

“Be with me tonight,” he whispered, hand groping down the front of my body, over my breasts and stomach before dipping between my legs. I arched my back when he cupped me there, and a low rumble emanated from deep in his chest.

His hand gripped the back of my neck and he directed me toward my bedroom. Without the heater on, I knew it must’ve been freezing, but I couldn’t feel the cold. I was too busy burning from Dylan’s touch. Still behind me, he carefully lowered me onto the bed. He reached around my body to massage my breast over the top of my clothes, then lowered his hands to undo my pants. In an abrupt movement he yanked them down, revealing my knickers. He ran his hands over the lace then pulled those down, too.

Seconds later his mouth was on me, and I gasped at the sensation.

Dylan O’Dea, perfumer and businessman extraordinaire, was eating me out from behind.

My mouth gaped as I panted. I wanted to moan but I had to stay quiet in case Yvonne heard. I made a small yelp when his teeth grazed my clit, and he clucked his tongue.

“Not a sound, Evelyn. We can’t be heard,” he chided naughtily. I squeezed my eyes shut and clenched my teeth. His mouth felt way too good for silence.

“This is torture,” I whispered.

“The good kind, I hope,” Dylan teased and pulled my legs farther apart to get a better angle. I gasped. “God, I’ve missed you. Your taste. Your body.” He pushed me higher and higher until I couldn’t hold back anymore.

I came with a shudder and had to bite down on my pillow to keep from screaming. Dylan quickly flipped me on my back and pulled my top up over my head. He did away with my bra and pulled his own shirt off, too. I helped him with his trousers, but his blasted belt was being difficult.

He laughed huskily at my frustration and I finally managed to get it open.

“Eager,” he whispered then caught my mouth in a deep, erotic kiss. We stayed like that for a while. I was less frantic now that I’d come, and I wanted to savour him. Dylan’s cock pressed against my inner thigh and the hot, hard feel of it sent my hormones into a tailspin. My arousal built again, and still kissing him, I reached out to open my bedside table. I fumbled blindly through the bits and pieces until my fingers met the smooth, cool foil I was searching for.

Dylan broke our kiss. “What on earth are you—?”

He stopped when I held up the condom then smirked. “Prepared, are we?”

I grinned. “I was saving it for a special occasion.”

He plucked it from my grasp and tossed it aside. “Were you now?” he murmured, capturing my mouth in his. I got lost in his lips again, and when he slid inside me for a second, I gasped. He grunted and pulled out, feeling around the bed for the condom.

“Better put this on,” he said gruffly.

I watched in horny fascination as he slid the rubber down his length then came closer. He held himself above me, gazed down at me, and breathed, “My muse.”

He didn’t take his eyes off me when he pushed inside, and his entire body shuddered in pleasure.

He made love to me slowly. With every inhale he took, I exhaled. For every inhale I took, he exhaled. Both of us were conscious to avoid making any sound, but somehow that made everything more intense.

Grey light filtered through the window. It was late. So late it was almost early.

Dylan and I made love until the sun started to move above the horizon, the golden rays filtering through the deep blue depths of his irises. We fell asleep, and with his entire body curled around me, it was the most peaceful I’d felt in over a decade.





Chapter 10





“Morning,” Dylan whispered huskily in my ear. My body felt sore but languid, an after effect of the amazing things we’d done last night.

All. The. Things. We’d. Done.

What on earth had possessed me?

Oh right. Now I remembered. Dylan worked his romantic charms, and I simply couldn’t keep my knickers on. He sucked and nuzzled my neck as he pressed his thickening erection into the curve of my lower back. I moaned when his hand dipped between my legs. I was wet already.

His skilled fingers slid down my folds and dipped inside for a second. I arched my spine in invitation for him to keep going.

“I could stay here all day making you come,” he murmured just as I heard movement out in the kitchen. There was the recognisable clink of Yvonne placing her breakfast dishes in the sink. I froze and wondered if she heard my moan. Embarrassment seized my body. I mean, she’d never expect things to progress as quickly with Dylan as they had. She probably thought . . . man, she probably thought I was making use of the vibrator that was buried under a pile of T-shirts at the bottom of my wardrobe.

Not that she knew I had it or anything.

“What’s wrong?” Dylan asked, and I scrambled to cover his mouth.

“Yvonne’s out there,” I whispered, and his lips formed a smirk behind my hand.

“You’re not a teenager anymore, Ev. You’re allowed to have sex.”

“Yes, I know that. I’m just . . . embarrassed, okay?”

His gaze softened, and I resented how handsome he looked when he did that. “You’re fucking adorable.”

I scowled but didn’t say anything, waiting for Yvonne to leave for work. Glancing at the clock, it was almost eight. She always left the apartment at eight on the dot. I knew because I usually woke up to the slam of the door being shut then would drift back off to sleep until midday.