Page 67 of Revolve
“So you only use that word when you want something from me, huh?”
How is it possible that I want to wring his throat, but also kiss it? “Don’t make me say it again.”
His eyes darken, almost entirely black. “Tell me how you want to be touched. Any way you want, and I’ll give it to you.”
“Why? You don’t know what you’re doing?”
Dylan chuckles, and it makes my stomach tighten. “Baby, you’re fucking lucky we’re in my car. Now tell me what you want, so I can see those pretty eyes roll back.”
My heart thrums like it’s detached and bouncing around in there. “I—I don’t know.”
His amber eyes grow soft. “That’s okay. How about I stay right here?” He leaves a light kiss between my breasts. “And if you want more. You tell me, yeah?”
I barely nod.
“You have the prettiest tits,” he whispers, playing with them like they’re his favorite toy. I’ve never had anyone touch me like this. Like every part of me is something precious. With the way he’s staring at me, you’d think I was made from pure gold.
Dylan’s teeth graze my nipple, and my legs clench. “You like it when I play with them, don’t you?” he says. “Your pussy is soaked, isn’t it, princess?”
“Oh God.”
“Just me, baby.” Dylan hums a pretty sound. “I think I’ll make you come just like this. Just from my mouth on your tits.”
There’s electricity in my veins. That spark that always disappears when I’m on my own flashes red hot. I’m grinding my clit against him, where he’s already hard. “I’m so close.”
His gaze flicks up, surprised. Clearly, I’m a hair trigger, but if this is embarrassing, I don’t care. I need this from him.
Instead of taking me over the edge, Dylan releases my nipple with a pop, and I whimper. He pulls back to take my forgotten drink from the cupholder and lifts it to his mouth. I’m staring at him, confused, because Dylan doesn’t drink as of recently. I’m sitting here, half naked, on the verge of an orgasm I’m sure will ruin me, and he’s thirsty? For that?
The ice moves noisily in the cup when he sets it back down. I look at him, and he’s got an ice cube between his teeth.
“What are you doing?”
His brown eyes are dark, heavy-lidded, and so far gone I almost come from that alone. Then he leans in, and the cold shock of ice from his mouth circles my nipples. Making them even harder. It’s the exact moment he bucks his hips.Oh fuck.
That does it. I’m screaming his name, and he’s gripping the insidesof my thighs, whispering for me to give it to him, while hot white light flashes. I come so hard, I gasp for air.
There was kissing. And then there wasthat.
I slump forward onto his shoulder, and he holds me there. There are voices in the parking lot. But I don’t focus on anything but the way his heart beats as rapidly as mine. And in sync.
A knock on the window startles me. “I checked inside. I know you’re in there. Let me in! I’m freezing and the bouncer kicked me out for telling people their cars are on fire,” Kian complains.
I’m still coming down when we burst into laughter, our foreheads against each other’s, our breaths mingling.
“We should probably let him in before we have to drag his frozen body inside,” I say.
Dylan doesn’t seem to agree, because when I’m about to climb over the console, he stops me. He tucks my hair behind my ear and kisses me so hard, it empties the oxygen from my lungs. I memorize the way he tastes, and the way he makes me feel when I’m in his arms. Like I’m something he wants to keep. Something precious. I let myself believe someone’s chosen me for once.
Lidia:I’m out today for a meeting with the federation to get you two cleared for competition. No ice. I mean it, Sierra.
An idea pops into my head when I get that text in the morning, but it’s put off by my phone ringing.
“Why didn’t you tell us you have a partner and you’re skating full-time again?” my mom asks before I can speak. “And with the boy who came over to our house. Dylan Donovan?”
Great. This is the last thing I needed today. Especially since the mention of him does something dangerous to the nerve endings in my body. “I was going to tell you, Mom. This partnership came outof nowhere, and I’ve barely had a second to breathe.” Partially because my mouth’s been occupied by other things.
“Well, we know now. Your papa and I will be at your competition. See you soon.” She hangs up before I can say anything. She knew I’d talk her out of it. The last thing I need is them worrying about me in the stands. Not even one second later my dad texts me:Take it slow. Wear a helmet.
