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“You feel so damn perfect.” He slowly pulled almost all the way out and then pushed back in again.

“More,” I whimpered.

“Want you like this every day.” He dragged his cock back out and plunged into me again.

No one had ever wanted me like that. With every thrust, I could feel his desperate need for me. I never wanted the sensation to end.

His movements picked up, and he thrust into me again and again. It was the perfect combination of rough and gentle. Over and over, he slammed into me, hitting that sensitive spot deep inside.

My walls tightened as I arched into him, meeting him stroke for stroke. Bracing on his elbows, he stared intently into my eyes, watching me as the pressure built in my core.

“Dylan.” As the first waves of my climax hit me hard, there was no holding back a scream.

“That’s it, baby.” Two more hard thrusts. “Come for me.”

And I did, my chest pressed into his and my hands clenched into fists.

He threw his head back with a groan, his cock pulsing inside me. He drove into me quickly, over and over, as we rode out our orgasms. Then he collapsed on top of me.

We lay there for a few moments. I didn’t care that it was hard to breathe. Being joined with him like this was so worth it.

Finally, he pulled out and leaned back on his knees, a smirk appearing on his face. “As much as I like this view, I should probably free you.”

I smiled, not minding the idea of being laid out for him like this at all.

Leaning forward, he undid the belt’s buckle so I could shimmy one hand out of its enclosure before sliding the other one out.

“Next time I can restrain you to the headboard, if you want.”

Next time.My body sagged into the mattress at his words.

He climbed off the bed and stood. “Give me a minute.”

As he disappeared into the bathroom, I sat up, eyeing his dress shirt on the floor. By the time he stepped back into the room, I’d slipped into it and fastened two buttons.

When he sauntered out of the bathroom, his eyes flared. “Don’t wear any panties under that tonight.”

I raised an eyebrow. “And what if I don’t listen?”

With two big steps, he closed the space between us, smirking. I kinda liked getting him fired up. He backed me against the wall, then ran his hands up my thighs and gripped my bare ass.

“Good girl,” he rasped against my ear. “Now let’s go downstairs and figure out dinner. Then I plan to have you for dessert.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

HATTIE

After finally convincingTyler to go home, that we were fine, Dylan locked the front door of The Dock. A few weeks ago, Rhett had asked me if I could close up the restaurant for him. At that time, I obviously hadn’t realized that I would have a stalker, so I’d agreed.

Dylan turned and stalked across the dining room toward me, his intent clear in his heated gaze.

My stomach flipped, and the closer he got, the louder my pulse pounded in my ears.

Since Monday, when things had finally changed between us, I’d found myself the focus of that intense look every time we were together. While we made dinner on Monday night and waking up in his arms yesterday morning. Even when he stopped by yesterday to pick up lunch.

Although we hadn’t really talked about what we were doing, he’d said he wouldn’t lie to Rhett. But did that mean he wanted a relationship with me? I doubted he was keen on telling his best friend that he was casually hooking up with his sister, so I assumed he wanted a more long-term situation.

I sure did. Though I didn’t need a label, I was eager to find out exactly where this was going. It had only been two days, though, so my stupid insecurities needed to quiet down.

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