He nailed me with that adorable crooked grin I’d once thought of as cocky, confident, whatever. “Okay, sweetheart. Have it your way.” His blue eyes sizzled. “Seduce me.”
“Oh.” The moment of truth. “Well, um, let’s see. I would have undressed you, but you’ve already started.”
“I’m not done,” he whispered. “Do you want to finish for me?” Leaning forward, he let his chest graze my nipples through my nightgown, as though he needed to touch me. A breath hissed in his throat over the contact.
I jerked, then lost my balance and sat on the bed. Oh, mama. Eye-level with his belly-button. Staring at the fine black hair, I tracked its path with my eyes until it disappeared under his opened jeans. “Well, since I’m here and all.” I lifted my shaking hands up to his zipper and began to unfasten it.
He caught my hands in his. “Honey, you don’t have to. I can--”
“No!” I pushed his hands aside. “I mean, I want to,” I said with a catch in my throat. God, did I want to. I wanted him so badly I wasn’t sure I could finish before I lost it myself. Gaining some semblance of control, I undid his zipper and shoved his jeans down to his ankles.
When I sat back up, I inhaled sharply. “Sweet Jesus.” I’d been right, little David had nothing on him. Not even a quarter. “Wow.”
Chuckling, Dylan kicked off his boots, then stepped out of his Levi’s. “Relax, honey. Mr. Winkie doesn’t bite,” he teased, then lifted me to my feet and said in a deep growl, “My turn.”
“Oh?” I asked in a daze, shaking the bizarre image of a biting zucchini from my mind. Good God, that might be scarier than Jack, and I didn’t think anything could outdo him. I shook those thoughts away, not wanting to think about my project, not wanting to think about anything but Dylan.
My gaze locked onto his heated one, and my mouth went bone dry. Right now, I could only think about how much I wanted him to touch me. I needed him more than I’d ever needed anyone.
As though reading my mind, he placed his hands on my hips and I lifted my arms. His eyes flashed as he pulled my nightgown over my head, then stared at my bumps for a full minute.
“Perfectly plump peaches. My favorite.” He leaned in to kiss my nose, then my cheeks, and then my lips.
I tried to deepen the kiss, but he pulled back and worked his way down to my collarbone, driving me mad. I wondered over how he could make me feel this way from a simple touch or kiss. Tingles shimmied over my skin and flooded my system. When he wrapped his arms around me and took my nipple into his mouth, his goatee caressed my breast and his tongue circled my nipple.
“Good God,” I cried.
He chuckled as he laid me on the bed and rubbed my stomach. Bending over, he kissed my belly so tenderly, emotion flooded me and tears welled up in my eyes. What was he doing to me? This wasn’t supposed to happen. I never imagined a man could consume every part of my being, right down to my soul. I wanted to give him everything I had, but I wasn’t sure if it would be enough. I didn’t care. He was worth it, even if this night was all I could have of him or give to him. I’d take it and not feel one ounce of remorse.
I pulled him down on top of me, then rolled him over to his back. Leaning over him, I kissed his chest like he had mine, then skimmed my teeth and tongue lower to his belly and circled his navel. He moaned deep, and I smiled. Glancing lower, I bit my bottom lip. Did I dare? I peeked up at him. Dylan stared at me with such intense heat, my lips parted and I licked him. His jaw hardened as if he were grinding his teeth, then he pulled me up the length of his body.
“Next time, sweetheart. If you do that now, I’ll lose it for sure,” he croaked a second before his lips claimed mine.
Cradling my face, he plunged his tongue deep. My eyes fluttered closed, and I welcomed his kiss. The tension built so tight, I needed more than just his kisses and caresses. He seemed to recognize what I wanted. Rolling me over, he slipped on protection, then eased his weight on top of me. He kissed me again as his magical fingers touched and stroked me, until I was panting as hard as him. Then ever so slowly, he slid into me, filling me completely. He fit, we fit, like we were made just for each other. I sobbed once. How could I have ever thought he was like Bob?
“Callie?”
“Shhh, it’s okay. I’m fine. Please, Dylan, I want this. Don’t stop.” I clamped my legs around him and lifted my hips higher, forcing him deeper.
“Not a chance, baby, I want you so damn much.”
“I want you, too.”
As I placed my palms on his cheeks, I pulled his face down to mine and thrust my tongue in his mouth. He moved his hips slowly at first, but I couldn’t stand it. I rolled him onto his back and straddled him, trying to show him I could handle it fast, that I wanted it fast, that I wanted him.