Page 40 of Sweet Chaos
“Cookie Monster ice cream.”
“Mmm.” He took another drag of his cigarette then tossed it in the sand and crushed it under his foot. I thought he’d leave it there. But he picked it up and lobbed it into a trash can a few feet away from where we stood. “Don’t mention this to Remy or Shane.”
It took me a second to realize he was talking about the hotel, not us. “I won’t.”
He looked out at the ocean and squinted against the sun sparkling on the water, those sexy little lines around his eyes appearing. Seagulls circled over the gray weathered wood pier, and in the distance, a charter boat glided across the crystal blue water. It was a picture-perfect day.
“I learned to surf at this break,” Dylan said.
I smiled. “Me too.” A few guys were out there trying to surf, but it was a dumpy shore break, the waves breaking in the shallows and they were having a hard time catching a decent ride. “I broke my board surfing waves like that when I was sixteen.”
His lip quirked in amusement. “Pulling that Superman maneuver.”
I laughed. “I’ll never live that one down.”
“It’s not the first thing that comes to mind when I think of you.”
“No?”
“No.” His mouth moved close to the shell of my ear and he pushed my hair to the side with his thumb. “I think about that sweet little pussy of yours.” My pulse sped up as his teeth grazed my earlobe. “And the sounds that came out of your mouth when I was eating you out.”
God, he was so dirty. My cheeks flushed with heat and I squeezed my thighs together to ease the ache. “We should—”Stop before it’s too late.
“Mmm. We should.”
Catching me off guard, he grasped my chin, angling my face up to him then kissed me hard, his tongue sliding into my mouth. It felt like my stomach was being invaded by a kaleidoscope of butterflies. I pressed up on my toes, sliding my hands up his chest.
What was I doing?
Coming to my senses, I pulled away, looking around to see if anyone was watching us.
We were getting so careless. “Someone could have seen us.”
He gave me a slow, lazy grin. “Am I your dirty little secret, Scarlett?”
“Um, yes… no…” I let out a breath and closed my eyes, reminded of the time I’d bravely announced that I’d march him right through the front door and seat him next to me at a family dinner. Oh, how naïve I’d been. But that had been an entirely different situation.
“I don’t know what we are,” I admitted, searching his face for a clue. “What are we, Dylan?”
“We’re two wrongs that make a right.”
I laughed. “Not so sure it works that way.”
“Fuck what anyone thinks.” He clasped my hand in his and made lazy circles on my inner wrist with the pad of his thumb, sending delicious shivers up and down my spine. Today, his eyes looked bluer, the specks of gray shimmering silver in the sunlight. “You busy tonight?”
I nodded.
He quirked his dark brows. “Another movie marathon?”
“No. I’m going to Mavericks.”
“Mavericks.” His lip curled in disgust. “Looking to hook up with a jarhead?”
“What? No.” I didn’t even know Marines hung out there. I’d never been inside. “Ollie’s band has a gig there.”
“Huh. Nic going with you?”
“She has to work.”
