The lift doors opened and she walked out, palms sweaty, face flushed, and heart racing. Gosh, she was as nervous as hell.
She had gotten to his door and had just lifted her hand to knock when it opened. Dylan stared at her, his eyes questioning.
She opened her mouth, about to say hi, but her throat closed up. To her utter dismay, a sob escaped her instead, and tears streamed down her face.
"Oh, baby," Dylan breathed, pulling her to him as he shut the door behind her.
She wept on his shoulder, her fingers clutching his shirt, as Dylan held her tightly against his chest, kissing her hair and whispering, "I'm so sorry," over and over.
She didn't know how long they stayed like that. When her sobbing stopped, she lifted her head to look at him. He was teary, too.
She cupped his face with her hands and gazed into his brilliant eyes.
"Tell me honestly, Dylan," she said softly. "Have you changed your mind about wanting to be with me?"
"No," he whispered. "I love you, Ari."
Her lips curled into a relieved, tremulous smile.
"Dylan, I love you, too."
His smile was blinding as leaned down to kiss her. The moment their lips touched their passion for each other blazed.
She ran her hands on his body restlessly as they devoured each other's mouths. Mindlessly, she burrowed her hand underneath his shirt and stroked his bare back as her leg lifted up to wrap itself around his thigh.
Dylan groaned, grabbing her bottom and pressing her harder against his growing erection. His lips moved to her neck, licking and nipping, as she lifted her other leg so both were draped around him. He carried her to his bedroom and undressed her with impatience.
In less than a minute she was naked and panting before him on his bed.
He bent to kiss her all over—face, neck, shoulders, arms, belly, thighs, feet. It was like he was feasting on her, trying everything on offer.
"Dylan," she moaned, her body in flames from his zeal.
"I missed you so much. I love you so much," he breathed on her burning skin.
She was in heaven as he proceeded to show her just how much.
*******
Ari took out a bottle of cold sparkling water from Dylan's refrigerator, thirsty from their physical exertions of a couple of hours ago. Funnily enough, they'd both fallen asleep straight away after just one round. Well, she had been sleep deprived for days so she wasn't totally surprised by that. She guessed Dylan must have been, too.
Strong arms snaked around her waist, making her yelp in surprise.
"Hmm," he moaned as he kissed her naked shoulder. "I like you walking around my apartment with no clothes on."
She giggled, noticing that he, too, was naked—and very much awake. She placed the bottle back in the fridge and turned around, curving her arms around his neck.
"There's a lot we need to talk about," she said, playing with his short hair.
"I know," he answered. "But since you're not going anywhere tonight, I thought we'd save the discussion for tomorrow. Right now, I'm in the mood for something else."
"Hmm. What's that?" she asked, pressing her body against his.
"Dessert. I didn't have one at Mum's," he said huskily as he lifted her up and placed her on his dining table, her legs dangling on the edge.
Her breathing became fast and hard. "Here?" she asked.
"Yes," he said with a wicked smile. "I want to taste you all over," he whispered in her ear.
She shivered with delight as he nibbled her neck, her throat, her shoulders. Just like he did in the bedroom, he laved her with kisses all over, but this time he was more measured, in control, unhurried.
His mouth moved downwards, kissing and nipping the valley of her full breasts, her abdomen, her thighs. His lips left a trail of fire on her sensitised skin, rekindling her need for his possession.
But for all the attention he lavished on her body, he avoided her most sensitive parts. Her nipples ached for his attention and her pussy, already slick with her wetness, was crying for his touch.
"Dylan..." she whispered earnestly as his mouth busied itself on the inside of her thigh.
"Yes, baby?" he murmured, moving his way back up her body with butterfly kisses.
"Kiss me, touch me," she breathed.
He chuckled against her belly. "Isn't that what I'm doing?"
"Not there."
He lifted his head to look at her, his gaze tender and carnal at the same time. "Where, sweetheart?" he asked with an impish smile.
"You know where," she said, suddenly shy.
"Tell me," he commanded salaciously.
She licked her lips and moved her hand to a heavy breast. "Kiss me here," she said as she swiped a thumb on a hardened nipple.
Dylan let out a soft moan as he flicked the bud with his tongue, then sucked on it.