Page 89 of Revolve
He’s going to make me say it, I just know it. But he doesn’t know me if he thinks I’d give in so easily. Stubborn. That’s what he calls me, isn’t it?
“Enjoying a dip in your hot tub,” I say casually.
His gaze drops between us. “Enjoying anything else?”
“Can’t tell. It feels like I’m sitting on a damn statue.”
Dylan bites down his smile. “Up to you to bring it to life, baby.”
Frustrated, I drop all my weight into his lap and grind slowly. Dylan’s chest heaves, and a low rumble sounds in his throat. He only watches, his hot breath falling on my skin. I can’t take this self-inflicted torture anymore.
“Dylan?” I whisper.
He takes several seconds to reply. “Hmm?”
“I don’t want it to be just one kiss.”
He groans so loudly, it vibrates against my skin. “Fucking finally.”
Dylan’s hand collars my throat, and he drags my mouth to his.
“You tricked me.” I pant the accusation between hungry kisses.
It takes him a second to respond—if he even hears me—because his hands are everywhere. Warm and sure as they skim over me, brushing over my bra, then sliding down my back. Every nerve I have lights up under his touch, and when he squeezes my ass, it fits in the palm of his hands like I was made for him.
“Did I?” he murmurs, though his focus is somewhere else entirely.
“Yeah,” I manage, though my words break off into moan when he licks my throat, sending a ripple of heat through me. “I only came over for your grilled cheese.”
“Good. You ate, now it’s my turn.” With that he snaps open my bra and slides it off my shoulders. I don’t comment on how effortlessly he took it off, but somewhere, from a much pettier side of me, there’s a lance of jealousy. A quiet envy for the girls who had him like this before me, who knew the weight of his hands, the way he takes, the way he possesses.
“Have you done this before?” The words boil out of me.Shut up, Sierra.
His gaze lifts to mine under furrowed brows. “Yeah, in my car. You were there.”
I roll my eyes. “I mean in here. With other girls.”
Dylan slows, running a soft hand over my cheek. “It’s only been you.” Then he blinks like he realizes something. “I’m clean. I get tested often. There’s been no one since y—I’d never put you in a vulnerable position. I can show y—”
I kiss him then. I already know Dylan wouldn’t do that to me. It makes my heart hurt a little that he sees himself that way. “I know,” I whisper. “I just—will you touch me now?”
My misplaced jealousy puffs away into the steam around us.
He hesitates a second, but then he’s palming my breasts. “I wanna fuck these first. Made me wait to see them, didn’t you?”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
He chuckles to himself, running a hand over my cheek. “You’re so pretty.”
“Stop calling me pretty.”
“Can’t.”
Flustered, I reach between us, into his shorts to feel his hardened length. But then his phone lights up on the edge of the tub, and the sound of car doors slamming reaches us.
He mutters a curse. “The guys are here.”
My eyes widen and I look down at my wet, half-naked state. Dylan does too, because his eyes darken with a possessiveness that makes him pull me out of the tub. I’m still in his arms when he wraps me in a towel and walks us past the living room, dripping wet, just as we hear the front doorknob rattling. The moment we’re in his bedroom and he locks the door, Dylan presses me against it. He kisses me until I’m nothing but breathless moans and dripping need.
