Page 15 of Meant To Be

My hands tightened on her hips. Everything about her felt so fucking good, so fucking perfect, so fucking tempting. Her hips were soft and lusciously curved. I savored the give of her softness when I squeezed.

“What?” she rasped.

“I don’t know if this is such a good idea,” I managed to say on the heels of a ragged breath as I scrambled for some semblance of control.

“Oh, it’s a bad idea. But I don’t care. We’ve already crossed into awkward. Let’s make it worth the trouble.”

Chapter Twelve

PIPER

I almost didn’t recognize this version of myself. I’d thrown all caution into the wind and locked the door behind it. I was reveling at this moment. I felt wild, unbridled, and downright wanton.

My pride was possibly, just a little stung by getting dumped at the airport. I hadn’t seen Kent in over a month because he’d been out of town for work. We were supposed to just have a fun weekend.

In the aftermath of his cowardice, it was as if the universe had decided to give me a little gift to make up for it. Dylan landed in my world. Literally. Now, here we were.

He was just as sexy and delectable as he’d always been. Wade had no fucking say in my life. Not who I kissed, not who I wanted, and most definitely not who I had a fling with. Dylan and I had three more nights together. We might as well make the best of them.

I ran my palms over his muscled chest and down over his abs to the hem of his T-shirt. Dipping under it, I found his skin warm. I slid my palms up, savoring his muscled planes.

Dylan’s eyes held mine. “Are you sure about this?”

Even his voice got to me. It was always low and a little rough, with just a hint of a Southern twang.

I rocked my hips a bit, feeling a sharp jolt of pleasure. “I’m absolutely sure.”

“Piper—” My name ended with a groan when I shimmied over his cock again.

I was teasing us both, and I gloried in it. “What?” I asked.

His hands gripped my hips tightly, holding me still when I went to move again.

“Of course, I want you. Hell, I’ve wanted you for years.” My eyes widened at that. He chuckled. “You’re fucking hot and sexy and cute. I’ve always thought it was convenient I didn’t see you that much. The temptation might’ve been too much. But—” He closed his eyes, letting out another ragged breath before opening them again.

“But what? We’ve known each other for years. I trust you, and I want you. I don’t want to be sensible.”

“You just broke up with your boyfriend.”

I rolled my eyes. “He dumped me. At the airport. And it wasn’t like we were serious. We didn’t even live in the same place.” My hands were still on Dylan’s chest under his T-shirt, which had ridden up to the bottom of his rib cage. “It wasn’t serious, and we weren’t in love. I’m moving to Alaska, so that would’ve put an end to it as it was. Don’t get all in a twist about it. I hadn’t seen him in over a month.”

I leaned down, pressing a kiss on the side of his jaw before moving close to his ear, whispering, “Fuck me, Dylan.”

That seemed to do the trick because he gripped my hips tightly and rocked up into me. I shivered all over at the sweet pressure on my clit.

We tumbled into another kiss, and I forgot everything but Dylan. Our kisses went on and on and on. Somewhere along the way, his hands slipped under my shirt. He groaned into my mouth as he broke away, his palms sliding up to cup my breasts. His thumbs teased over my nipples.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted to feel your skin for too damn long, Piper,” he murmured.

I straightened, catching the hem of my T-shirt and lifting it over my head in a big swoop, then tossed it to the floor behind me. My breasts bounced slightly with the motion.

He leaned forward, catching one of my nipples with his mouth. I cried out at the warm, wet suction. Sharp, piercing sensation arrowed to the core of me.

“We need to get naked,” I announced.

I didn’t want to get off him, but there was only one way to do this. I rolled to the side as I shimmied out of my pajama bottoms. They were thin flannel cotton with penguins all over them.

Dylan sat up and threw his T-shirt to the side. He rolled off the bed, tossing over his shoulder, “Be right back.”

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