Slowly, she pulled the sucker from her mouth, then licked her lips as she mirrored his pose. “On the contrary,” she said with a challenging arch in her brow. “I know how sensitive men can be when it comes to size. I’m merely trying to make it smaller so you don’t feel inadequate in comparison.”
For a brief moment, Dillon appeared stunned speechless and she wondered if her joke was a tad below the belt. Pun intended. Shit. Maybe Dillon was self-conscious—needlessly, she might add—about what he had going on down there.
Then, as if something snapped into place for him, he laughed and sat back in his chair, considering her carefully. Too carefully. With his elbows on the armrests and his fingers steepled and pressing against his soft lips. His piercing gaze made her feel naked and vulnerable and not a little antsy.
Her hubris now gone, she started to fidget in her seat and feign interest in the woman trying to hold her menu at arm’s length so she could read the fine print sans reading glasses. Alyssa guessed the time to be somewhere around twelve thirty as the sun had barely shifted the world’s shadows from dead center to slightly askew.
“I think it’s time we head back to the hotel,” he said. “Why don’t you grab us a taxi around the corner, and I’ll get the bill.”
Happy to have something to do other than squirm under the sudden sexual tension, Alyssa dropped the phallic candy into what was left of her drink and scraped her chair back. But before she had the chance to rise, Dillon was at her ear. “Bring the sucker.”
And then he was gone, walking away from her as though he hadn’t just implied a dozen dirty possibilities with three innocuous words.
With a hand that trembled more than she’d ever admit, she retrieved the sucker and went to grab them a cab from the front entrance of the Paris hotel.
Five minutes later, she sat in the backseat, pressed against Dillon’s side with his arm around her shoulders. If this had been a couple of days ago, she would have relaxed into him and even rested her head against him in comfortable companionship.
But now everything had changed. Especially him. His demeanor was no longer casual, but deliberate. Every move he made had a purpose, a part in whatever plan he’d concocted in that gorgeous head of his. And not knowing what it was nearly drove her mad.
He sat in the middle with her to his left. Sitting directly behind the driver hid the way Dillon’s fingers caressed the side of her breast. It would hide a lot of things if he so wished. Staring straight ahead, he gave the impression that nothing out of the ordinary was going on. All things considered, not much was.
How quickly that changed.
The driver took a call with his Bluetooth and started an animated conversation in another language. Dillon must have figured the guy had enough to focus on with the phone call and navigating the insanity that was the Las Vegas Strip traffic to notice much of anything happening behind him.
Grasping her right hand, he licked a few pieces of candy on the underside of her wrist, tonguing the sugary rounds and her pulse point beneath. The tingle of desire chased up her arm in goose bumps and spread over her chest, tightening her nipples.
He emitted a soft groan, placed her hand on the hard bulge in his jeans, and bent to whisper in her ear. “You make me so fucking hard, Aly. I love watching you react to the things I say and do to you. Already your nipples are straining against your clothes, aching for my mouth. Am I right?”
She nodded, almost imperceptibly, but underlined it with a firm stroke down his erection. She felt a hiss of breath on her neck, followed by the vibrations from a devious chuckle. “So, the little minx wants to come out and play, does she?”
Shit, what the hell did he mean by that? “What? No, I—”
Her explanation was cut off by the jolting stop of their cab as their driver laid on the horn and swore at a car that pulled out in front of them. Distracted by the commotion, Alyssa didn’t see Dillon move his hand to the juncture at her legs. But when he pushed his hand between her thighs, her hips bucked in response, and it was all she could do to choke back her moan. He stroked over the seam in her jeans, bisecting her sex with her panties that were fast growing wet from desire.
Her eyes drifted closed. “Oh, God,” she rasped, her throat suddenly as arid as the desert.
“My thought exactly when I saw you sucking on that candy.” His head dipped lower and lapped at the candy necklace around the base of her throat. His fingers worked her over in a slow and sensual manner that matched the way he licked and suckled at the candy and her neck. “Show me again, Aly.”
Show him… Her eyes flew open. He couldn’t mean what she thought.