I Love How You Love Me (The Sullivans #13)(34)

That was when he finally brought his mouth back to hers and licked across the seam of her lips, making her half-gasp, half-moan at how good it felt.

“Again,” he urged her as he lifted his mouth from hers only far enough to speak. “I need to hear it again.”

The truth was that she was just as desperate for him, had barely been holding desire at bay long enough to get through her interview. Unable to take any more teasing, she took the next kiss he gave her deeper. So deep, so fast, that she was surprised a spark didn’t actually light between them to set his boathouse on fire.

She knew better than to do this, to let him reach for the hem of the sundress she was wearing and pull it up over her head in the middle of the day, at his place of business, where someone could walk in at any moment. But once again, her need for him was bigger than her fears. So big that she found herself relishing this chance for a few wicked moments, for one more break from the straight and narrow line she’d been walking for the past year and a half.

The truth was that knowing someone might walk into his boathouse, might come looking for him and find them wrapped all around each other, only made it more exciting. And as she embraced the wildness of the moment, she realized it didn’t just feel okay to stop being so careful all the time—it felt like exactly what she needed.

Especially when he ran his big hands over her curves and told her how perfect, how pretty she was, that he couldn’t get enough of her, that she was all he could think about. Every word, every touch, made her lose her breath a little more as he rained kisses on her skin between each sweet murmur. His lips feathered across her cheek, her neck, her collarbone, and then the swell of her breasts before he clicked open the latch on her bra and cupped her breasts together so that he could lave both needy peaks at once.

One kiss, one taste had quickly spiraled into a desperate need for more. So much more. Which meant that when he slowly lowered himself to his knees before her, his hands gripping her hips hard as he held her right where he wanted her against the wall, his lips running a devastating path over her ribs and stomach, she didn’t stop him. Couldn’t, frankly, have imagined a world in which the word stop could possibly have come out of her mouth. Especially when he leaned in and pressed his lips to the vee between her legs, lace and all.

“Oh…oh…oh…”

It didn’t matter how many times he loved her like that. Every time would feel like the first. Explosive and shockingly sinful from the first touch of his tongue to her overheated flesh. And when he moved away just enough to slide the damp lace down her thighs, the anticipation of knowing his tongue was going to slick across her bare skin soon nearly did her in.

He found her with his fingers at the exact moment he used his lips and tongue to take her higher, and then higher still. She’d never done anything this exciting, this thrilling. Only in her secret sexy fantasies had she believed anything like this could happen. And yet here she was, on the verge of climaxing with Dylan kneeling between her legs while she stood in front of him wearing only heels, the sunlight from his skylights beaming down on the top of his head as he took her places she hadn’t even realized she could go.

“Now,” he urged as he continued to play over her so perfectly with his fingers. “Come for me now, Grace.”

As if her body had only been waiting for his sensual command, she held on to his shoulders for dear life as he made her shake and gasp and come apart at the very seams. Wave after wave of pleasure rocked over her, through her, until her legs couldn’t support her anymore and it was only Dylan’s hold on her that kept her up against the wall.

She was only vaguely aware that he was kissing his way back up her body, his hands steady on her hips the whole time so that she didn’t have to count on her shaky legs to hold her up. His kisses were soft and lingering as he let her catch her breath, but she wasn’t so far gone that she could miss the need throbbing through him. Yet again, he was restraining himself from taking what he needed.

“You must have been so frustrated on Saturday night, after the way you left without me returning the favor.”

“Touching you, feeling you, watching you come apart is the most fulfilled I’ve ever been in my life. Anything more is just a bonus.”

“In that case,” she said in a husky voice, “it looks like it’s time for a bonus. Not just for you, but for me. Because you weren’t the only one who was frustrated. I wanted to take your clothes off. I wanted to touch you.” She paused, held his gaze. “I wanted to make you come.”

She could feel his heartbeat kick up even faster against her hand as he said, “I want you, Grace. You know how much I want you, how much I want all of those things, too. But I don’t want to make the mistake of pushing you too far, too fast. You weren’t ready for more Saturday night.”

“You’re right, I wasn’t ready then. But now, I am.”

She didn’t want to be the only one seduced. She wanted to seduce, too. So that they were equals. So that she would stop feeling so off-balance. And so she would finally know whether he tasted as good as she’d fantasized he would.

“I need more. I need you the way you’ve had me.”

Her eyes on his, she lifted his hands from her hips so that she could lower herself to her knees on the wood-planked floor.

* * *

Dylan lived only a couple of blocks from his boathouse. But he hadn’t been able to wait long enough to travel those two blocks with Grace, to take those five minutes before stripping off her clothes. Instead, he’d given in—yet again—to his inner caveman and dragged her to the back of his workshop to strip her clothes away.