Page 48 of Recklessly Yours

“Why does Logan have to be so difficult about hiring a sitter who doesn’t have one foot in the grave?” The woman huffed,frowning at Dylan. “I mean, I know why, but he’s not his father. Just wish he would understand that.”

Dylan shrugged. “I don’t get it either, but you two know I’m happy to do it anytime you need.”

As I stood, she caught sight of me and smiled.

“Hi, I’m Maggie.” She stepped forward and stuck her hand out.

I shook it, studying her, knowing I recognized her. It only took a moment for my brain to catch up. “You’re the pediatric surgeon at the hospital.”

She nodded.

“My friend Cece talks about you all the time.”

“Aw,” she cooed. “Cece is such a sweetheart. I love her. I tried to poach her from the ER, but she wasn’t having it. She loves it down there.”

After chatting about Cece and how I’d gotten to know her over the last year, Maggie smiled and turned to Dylan.

“I like this one. She gets my approval.”

His brows pulled together slightly. “What?”

“You two.” She pointed between us. “You’re dating, aren’t you…?” A blush rose on her cheeks. “Sorry, I should know better than to listen to the gossip train.”

Apprehension swirled in my belly. Why was the town even gossiping about me? I was never the talk of the town, and I preferred it that way. “I don’t understand why they even care who I’m dating.”

She smirked. “Oh honey, it’s not you they care about. It’s Half Moon Lake’s most eligible bachelor.” She nodded to Dylan.

Groaning, he narrowed his eyes on Maggie.

She held her hands up. “Sorry, don’t shoot the messenger.” With a chuckle, she surveyed the girls, who were still lying on the floor with their coloring books. “Time to go, girls.”

Once she’d coaxed them out of here, I took the popcorn bowl and my empty soda bottle to the kitchen. After discarding the bottle and washing the bowl, I turned to find Dylan standing in the archway. He padded into the room, then, with a sigh, he leaned against the counter, crossing one ankle over the other.

My heart thumped in my ears the whole time, and the air was heavy with awkwardness.

Determined not to let discomfort settle between us, I dried my hands on the dishtowel and hung it up. Then I cleared my throat. “Can we talk about what happened earlier?”

Obviously, we had chemistry, but if what he felt for me wasn’t strong enough to break bro-code or whatever, then I needed him to tell me that. It wasn’t like I’d thrown myself at him, and from what I could tell, he was just as into it as I was. But at this point, I needed to know where we stood.

“Yeah. I’m sorry for walking away. I just needed a minute to gather my thoughts. I should have told you that.”

That made sense. Frankly, the kiss had sent me spinning too, but why was he acting so weird now? I nodded. “Right. So?—”

My words were cut off by the ringing of his cell phone. “Sorry,” he said, digging it out of his pocket. “It’s Aiden. Need to take this real quick.” With that, he turned and strode to the sunroom. He answered as he stepped down into the room, and as he spoke to Aiden, he paced, using his free hand to gesture emphatically.

A yawn caught me by surprise as I strained to catch his mumbled words without any luck. I had to be up for work early tomorrow since I needed to submit payroll. We could talk tomorrow morning on our drive in. I grabbed my phone from the coffee table and shot Dylan a text to let him know I was headed to bed.

Once I lay down, though, I couldn’t get comfortable. I tossed and turned, unable to shut off my brain. The kiss Dylan andI shared played over and over in my mind, and each time, I scolded myself for thinking about it. I’d spent the last two years, maybe longer, looking for a man I not only enjoyed spending time with but who ignited that blazing passion that Ashley and my friends had found. With just one kiss, Dylan had made me feel that.

If I were home, I would pull out my favorite toy and get myself off, then roll over and go to sleep. Here, I didn’t have access to said toy. Plus, it was Dylan’s lips on me, his fingers exploring, his cock deep inside me, that I really wanted.

I groaned in frustration, and then, with my bottom lip pulled between my teeth, I slid my hand under the blankets. Maybe I couldn’t have exactly what I wanted, but that didn’t have to stop me from taking advantage of being aroused for the first time in months.

Eyes closed, I imagined Dylan shirtless that night in my apartment. I slipped my fingers under the waistband of my panties, my core throbbing, and applied pressure to my clit, moving back and forth. I pictured Dylan storming into the room and slapping my hand away, then replacing it with his mouth.

My back arched off the bed, and I pulled my knees up, letting them fall open.

An image of him slipping a finger inside me as he continued to use his tongue floated through my mind. Moaning, I moved my hand faster, pumping two fingers in and out and rubbing my thumb in circles around my clit.

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