Tempting Her Best Friend(26)

Her body bowed off the bed, and she cried out as a fire spread from her center and consumed her in seconds, its heat pulsing in waves over her flesh.

With an animalistic growl, Dillon followed her into oblivion with one final deep thrust, then grunted as he spilled himself into the condom with shallow strokes.

Some time later, he gently lowered her leg to the bed and rolled them so that she lay on top. Completely sapped, Alyssa sprawled unashamedly across his chest as she waited for her heart rate to return to normal. She floated somewhere between reality and dreams, or maybe it was a place of limbo where the line that separated them began to blur. Either way, she was content to just be for a while, without her brain doing its usual hamster-wheel thing.

Dillon swept the hair away from her face and tilted her chin up to place a soft kiss on her lips. “Give me the weekend to show you how easy this can be between us. To convince you to come to me when you need this instead of going to someone who doesn’t even care about you. Then if you still want things to go back to the way they were, I won’t fight you on it. Deal?”

She’d already passed the point of no return with him. There was no going back to when she didn’t know what it felt like to be filled and consumed by him. And now he was offering her a whole weekend of indulging in the best sex she’s ever had with no strings and no worries.

Suddenly she felt like a novice gambler who won on her first pull of a slot machine. On the inside she screamed and clapped and jumped up and down in disbelief. But thanks to her depleted energy and what little remained of her pride, she merely offered him a lazy smile as she peered up from hooded eyes and said, “Deal.”

His full lips curved up and his dimples winked at her from under the scruff of his beard. “Jackpot.”

After what she’d just experienced, Alyssa couldn’t have said it better herself.





Chapter Six

Dillon woke with the sun streaming across his face. Squeezing his eyes shut, he rolled away from the sadistic ball of fire that had pierced through one of the best dreams he’d ever had. One where he’d finally made love to Alyssa for hours, worshipping her in every way he knew how, until utter exhaustion eventually claimed them both.

Settling on his side, his arm brushed something warm and soft, and all at once the memories of the day before—hopping a plane to Vegas, donning a Tarzan costume, and carrying Alyssa to her room—rushed through the morning fog like an early morning train.

His eyes snapped open to find her still asleep next to him, on her stomach with the side of her face smashed into her pillow that her arms had in a decent chokehold. Her long blond hair had apparently staged a coup while she slept, taking advantage of her unconscious state to rebel from her usual no-strand-out-of-place style. It lay in every direction, even trailing a thin web across her smushed face.

Grinning like a fool, Dillon carefully brushed the insubordinate hair back where it belonged. He loved that she wasn’t one of those women who slept like mannequins, unmoving and silent with their fake lashes still in place and hair pulled neatly over one shoulder. That she was messy, and oblivious, and snored on every third breath was refreshing and oddly sexy.

After propping his head in his hand, he slowly pulled the sheet down until he exposed every inch of her above her thighs. Creamy skin practically glowed under the sun’s rays as he drank in every curve of her body.

When looking became inadequate, he used his fingertips to trace down her spine and the shallow dip of her lower back, over the rounded globe of one cheek and back up the other side. Across the slight flare of her hip and into the slope of her waist on his way up her side. His mouth went dry and his cock stirred when his thumb lightly traced circles on the side swell of her breast as he remembered how sensitive they’d been beneath his tongue.

“Mmm…” Alyssa stretched on her belly, her arms reaching overhead and her back arching as she raised her hips off the bed briefly. Relaxing once again, she opened her eyes and gave him an impish grin. “Good morning.”

“Something tells me I’d enjoy watching you do your morning yoga routine.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, except I read that clothes actually inhibit your full range of motion. Turns out naked yoga is the best kind.”

She laughed, her morning voice sounding raspy and sexy as all get-out. “Considering the workouts you put me through for several hours last night, I think I’ll skip my usual yoga routine today.” Sitting up, she winced and hissed in a quick breath. “Whoa. I’ll be lucky if I can walk without difficulty.”

Dillon sat up and cupped her face with one hand. “You sore?” A pale pink flushed her cheeks. “Damn, I’m sorry, sweetheart.”