I Love How You Love Me (The Sullivans #13)(53)

“You make me happy, too.” She was half naked on her couch having naughty phone sex…and she was smiling so big her cheeks hurt. “Really, really happy.”

“How about I make you even happier by telling you to take off your jeans now. But leave the white lace on for a little while longer.”

“Okay,” she said a few seconds later, “my jeans are off.”

“I’m taking a mental picture of you right now, lying on your couch, almost naked, wet and ready for me.” A low sound of pleasure rumbled from his chest through the phone. “Perfect. God, you’re perfect.” She thought she heard his zipper come down, too, then, but before she could ask, he said, “I want you to slip your hand inside your panties.”

She had to bite her lip to stifle her moan of pleasure as he finally instructed her to touch herself. “I’m inside.”

“Jesus, Grace, you almost made me lose it.” She could hear his breath coming faster and loved knowing that she could make him lose control. “Tell me how you feel. I need to know how hot, how wet you are for me.”

“I’ve never felt like this before,” she told him. “Like I can’t wait another second or I’ll go crazy.”

“Just a little longer,” he urged her. “Just wait a little longer, and I promise I’ll make it good for you.”

“I know you will. You always do.”

“Slide the lace down your legs now. Do it slow and easy, even though I know you want to tear it off just like I did the first time we were together on your couch.”

She truly did want to tear her panties off, wanted any barrier between the two of them gone, but she followed his directions, made herself go slowly.

“Are they gone? Are you completely naked now?”

“They are. I am.” Her words were shaky. “Please, Dylan. Don’t make me wait any longer.”

But instead of telling her it was finally time to let herself go over the edge, he said, “Run your hands up from your thighs, to your hips, then over your breasts.”

Every inch of her was so incredibly sensitive by now that even the slightest scrape of her nails over her skin had her gasping from sensation.

“If I were there with you right now, I would follow the path of your hands with my mouth. I’d kiss and lick and bite my way up your body and then back down between your legs until you were screaming my name. And you’d taste so good that I wouldn’t stop with one orgasm, I wouldn’t stop with two—I’d take you over at least three times before I’d move back up your body again.”

She could barely stop from screaming his name now. “I’m so close, Dylan. I don’t know if I can hold on any longer.”

“I love you, Grace.” He paused just long enough for his beautiful words to sink in before adding, “Now come for me.”

She had barely touched herself when her back arched up off the couch and soul-deep pleasure exploded inside her.

“That’s it,” he ground out, his own breath sounding as fevered as hers. “Don’t stop touching yourself, don’t stop making those beautiful little sounds. I’m right there with you.” He uttered a low curse, one that vibrated through every inch of her in exactly the same way it did when he was hard and hot inside of her rather than nearly eight thousand miles away.

“Dylan.” Knowing that he was also touching himself, that he’d leaped off the peak with her, had her spiraling back up and into another climax.

Neither of them spoke for a minute or two as they worked to catch their breath. She felt too wonderfully spent to bother with putting her clothes on, so she simply reached for a blanket.

“Did you like that?”

She took the phone off speaker and held it against her ear, as though that would bring Dylan closer. “I loved it.”

She could practically see him smile through the phone. “You keep blowing my mind, Grace.”

“I might even have blown mine tonight,” she teased, barely stifling a yawn halfway through.

“You’ve had a long day. I should let you go to bed.”

She wanted to stay on the phone with him for hours, but she knew both of them needed clear heads tomorrow. He had a week-long race to start in his friend’s boat, and she had a story to nail before she went to Mia’s surprise party.

“I love you, Grace. And if I can’t reach you again for a few days while I’m racing, I want you to promise me you won’t forget it.”

I love you, too, she thought. I love you so much. The words were on the tip of her tongue, playing over and over in her head so loudly that she half-thought he’d be able to hear them. But in the end, all she managed to say was, “I won’t forget, Dylan. I promise.”

“Sweet dreams, sweetheart.”

“Sweet dreams.”

* * *

Grace’s thoughts were jumbled as she put the phone down. If anything should have been “just sex,” it was what they’d just done. And yet, it had been so beautiful. So emotional.

From the first, she’d known Dylan Sullivan was special. He made her feel things no other man ever had. And yet, she’d still been determined to deny it, to hide from it. But Dylan had been equally determined not to let her keep doing either one. Slowly, patiently, he’d touched her heart just as gently, and as thoroughly, as he touched her body.