Sweet Liar (Dirty Sweet, #1)(15)

Not his heart, then, but a good old-fashioned panic attack.

I gave him a lazy grin. “How many feet away? Like is this too close?” I stepped predatorily near him. “Or how about this?” Another step.

“It’s all too close. All of it. You and me in this same flat is too close.” He circled around the sofa, backing away from me as though I were a demon about to put a hex on him.

“Why ever would you say that?” I asked innocently, following every step he took. “If anything, I’d say we aren’t close enough.”

“No, no, no. This is not appropriate. This shouldn’t be happening. You should have your clothes on, for God’s sake. I shouldn’t have even allowed you to come here.”

His rant felt directed more to himself than to me, but I continued to engage. “That’s a terrible thing to say! Aren’t we having fun together? The whole ‘daddy’ game with your realtor? That was a good time, wasn’t it?”

He laughed incredulously as he rounded back to the front of the couch, one arm held out before himself as if to ward me off. “A good time is not the term I’d... Okay, yes, it was a fun bluff, but... Your sister is an employee in my firm! You are twenty years my junior!”

“Is it really twenty?” I’d told him my age, but he hadn’t mentioned his to me. Sabrina hadn’t even been certain. Not that it mattered. The important thing was that we were attracted to each other. That we had chemistry. And we definitely had that, whether he wanted to admit it or not.

“Yes, I’m sure. Or, it’s nearly twenty. Nineteen, to be precise.”

“Nineteen.” I thought about that for a minute, growing more comfortable with the idea by the moment. “That’s kind of hot, isn’t it? That a woman that you’re interested in who is nineteen years your junior is throwing herself at you? Begging you to teach her a thing or two. Or seven.”

I’d closed in on him while I was talking, trapping him against the armchair. He didn’t realize until he’d tripped and fell backward into the seat, but he’d only caught the edge in his fall and immediately slipped to the ground.

And I slipped right into his lap.

I spread my legs, straddling him the way I had the night before. His breath came fast, but even, and his skin was hot to the touch as I swept my finger across his forehead, brushing away the hair that had fallen there. He locked his eyes on mine, the pupils darkening as they lingered in his stare.

“I’m supposing you don’t need CPR,” I teased. I was terrible, but he was too easy.

His gaze narrowed. “My heart is fine. It’s my morals that I’m struggling with.”

“Because I’m so young? Because of Sabrina?”

“Yes. Even if we can ignore that I’m your sister’s superior I am definitely old enough to be…” He shook his head, unable to finish the sentence.

“My father? I told you I thought that was hot. Are you going to tell me it doesn’t interest you at all?”

He didn’t answer but swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the action.

“Because I won’t believe you if you do. There’s definitive proof to the contrary.”

He scowled even as I could feel his body relaxing underneath me. “What proof?”

“This bad boy.” I ground my hips, rubbing against his erection, nearly moaning from the thickness of it.

“There’s a near-naked beautiful woman sitting on him. He can’t help himself. He has a mind of his own and is not always in agreement with my decisions.” Contrary to his words, he stroked a single finger up my arm, sending a shiver down my spine.

Even this...even just the deliberate way he touched me was more experienced than the men I’d been with. Boys, really, fumbling to get their cock inside me without any sort of prelude. My dirty professor was a man. Someone who knew exactly what to do with a woman. Who could show me how to handle him in return.

“He perked up long before I was sitting on him,” I said, tilting my hips again.

This time he was the one to shudder. “You noticed that then?”

“It was quite hard to miss.”

His lips turned up into a cocky smile as he drew his finger further up my arm, over my shoulder to the strap of my bra. He fiddled with the thin elastic, so leisurely, so carefully, that I thought I might explode when he finally touched me for real.

Once more, I tilted my hips back and then forward, tracing the stiff length of his cock with the damp crotch panel of my panties. I’d meant it to hurry him up, urge him into kissing me, but it felt so good that I was the one who threw my head back and sighed.

Next thing I knew, I was on my back, on the floor, my hands pinned above my head with Dylan stretched out above me.

Wow. That move was...wow. So manly and take-charge-like. So alpha and swoony.

Somehow, he was even more good-looking from this angle. His expression was serious and heated, the creases near his eyes intense as he focused on me.

My heart thumped against my rib cage, pounding, pounding at the possibility of what was to come next.

“You don’t seem to need any lessons in the art of seduction,” he said sternly. Fatherly, almost, except for the sexy, rough edge to his voice.

“You’re right. I know how to seduce a man.” I spread my legs, making room for him to settle in between my thighs. His eyes closed briefly as the ridge of his erection sunk down across my center. “What I don’t know is how to tell a man what I like. How can I if I don’t know what I like myself? If no one has ever shown me anything worth repeating.”