I took a deep breath. “I wasn’t sure I’d be okay for a while, but I’m good now. Life is definitely looking up. How about you? Are you happy, Mr. Youngest Partner Ever?”
He smiled and rubbed his thumb along my hand. “Yeah, it’s crazy, but I’m enjoying it. In fact, I’m enjoying it even more right now.”
He leaned forward and kissed me. His lips pressed softly against mine, and a silent question hung between us.
It was a question I already knew the answer to. I kissed him back, and it was even better than before.
Chapter 8
Cameron
I couldn’t believe how sexy she was. It felt so good to have her mouth on mine. The taste I’d gotten of her this morning wasn’t enough.
I ran my fingers through her hair. “I want you,” I whispered against her ear.
She gasped. “Cam.”
“Is that a yes?” I kissed my way across her chin to help influence her decision.
“Oh, hell yes.” Dylan laced her fingers through my hair and yanked my lips to hers for another kiss.
I wrapped my hands around her hips and pulled her to me. She threw her leg around my waist and then she was straddling me as our kiss grew hotter. The firm ridge of my erection pressed against her center and she let out a little moan.
Kissing Dylan wasn’t like kissing anyone else. She was fire between my hands and she never stopped moving. Her hands were in my hair, then on my chest, then raking across my shoulders. Dylan wanted everything, and I was happy to give it to her.
With other women at some point it would stop being about an individual and just be sex. It hadn’t been like that with Dylan ten years ago, and it wasn’t like that now.
I never could forget that it was Dylan. She wasn’t just another woman to me. She was a woman I’d cared about for so long I couldn’t picture a world where I didn’t care about Dylan. Her opinion of me mattered in a way that no one else’s ever would.
That was why I’d needed to win her back so badly. I couldn’t feel comfortable in my success and believe I’d really become a good man until Dylan believed it.
I was insane. There was no way it could be healthy to put so much stock in the thoughts of one woman, but, well, she was Dylan.
I grabbed the hem of her dress and raised it up over her head. Dylan pulled it over her arms and wiggled out of it. Her hair tumbled down in a dark cascade.
She was gorgeous. Ten years had been very good to her body. She’d grown out of all her awkwardness and found a boldness about her looks. She was sexy and she knew it. It was a hot as hell combination.
I ran the pads of my thumbs across her soft skin. “You are incredibly beautiful,” I said inadequately.
“Thank you.” Dylan shook her head and her hair danced around us.
I growled and kissed her again. Her lips were soft and perfect against mine. Our mouths fused together in that perfect way as I tilted my head to devour her.
Dylan tore at my shirt and managed to get the buttons undone. I helped her get my coat off then yanked my tie over my head. On a normal night I would have worried about where the expensively tailored clothes fell, but tonight I couldn’t be bothered to care.
I had money. I could buy more clothes. I was only going to have so much Dylan. Tomorrow she’d get on a plane and be gone.
“Let’s do this right,” I said. I tugged on her hand and managed to get to my feet. “Bed.” My head was reeling too hard to form complete sentences.
Dylan laughed and fumbled at my pants. I picked her up and tossed her over my shoulder. Maybe I hadn’t become completely civilized.
Dylan let out a shriek that turned to a giggle.
Luckily this apartment wasn’t so big that my bedroom was far away. I carried her there and tossed her down on my bed. She looked perfect there, hair fanned out on the dark bed spread.
She wiggled back further. “Should I worry about this comforter? Does it get much use?” She cocked an eyebrow provocatively at me.
“If you’re asking if I bring women back to my apartment, the answer is no.” I kissed my way from her hips, to her belly, to her full breasts. “No one but you.”
I’d liked keeping this apartment private, so I’d always gotten hotel rooms for any women I slept with. I hadn’t even considered doing that with Dylan. I wanted her here. I wanted to walk through this apartment every day and have the memory of Dylan standing by my windows, sitting on my couch, lying in my bed.
I stretched myself over her. Dylan’s breathing was short and kept catching in her throat.
I started from the top of her head, kissing her forehead and working my way down, across her eyes to her lips. I lingered there for a moment before continuing south. Her neck was scented with light, feminine perfume, and her shoulders were impossibly soft. I traced my fingers across the inside of her arms, then reached back and snapped her bra open. I pulled it off while she hummed with pleasure.