He shook his head. “Won’t need it for what I have in mind.” He captured her mouth with his and kissed her long and hard, sliding his tongue over hers. Leaving her lips, he trailed his mouth over her jaw and down the long line of her throat to where the pulse beat fast at the base. He didn’t linger there but moved lower to capture a nipple between his teeth, rolling it until it hardened into a tight little bead.
Ariana’s back arched, pressing her breast deeper into his mouth.
He sucked it in, pulling hard.
She gasped and clung to him as he flicked the tip and nibbled. Then he moved to the other breast, applying the same technique there before he left to explore her torso, traveling across each rib and lower still to the hair covering her sex.
He dropped to a knee and parted her folds with this thumbs.
Ariana’s breath caught and held in her throat as he flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue.
A rush of air left her lungs, and she threaded her fingers through his hair, dragging him closer.
He flicked that highly sensitive nubbin of flesh again setting off an eruption of sensations so powerful they made Ariana shake with the intensity.
Dillon increased his offensive, taking her with his mouth, conquering her with an orgasm that shook her to her very center.
She leaned back on her hands, her head thrown back, her body quivering with her release.
When she came back to her senses, Dillon stood there, a smile on his face and a slice of pizza in his hand. “Hungry?”
“Starving,” she said and took the slice from him. A sun-dried tomato slipped out of the cheese and fell onto her left breast. When she started to scoop it off with her finger, he grabbed her wrist.
“That’s mine,” he growled and bent to suck it off, licking the tomato sauce from her skin. “Now, if anyone asks me what you taste like, I can honestly say pizza.” He grinned and turned her hand to take a bite of her pizza.
For the rest of the afternoon, they ate, slipped back into the hot tub, showered, napped in the king-sized bed and explored every inch of each other’s bodies.
When night fell, they cocooned themselves in a sheet and sat on the floor by the window, staring out at the blanket of lights below that made up the city of Austin.
Ariana sighed, leaning into his naked body. “You must love it here.”
“It was just another place to sleep, until someone covered me in flour, showed me how to make pizza on a stone and added raisins to my apple pie. Who would have thought those things would make this mausoleum of a condo come alive?”
“You really do love the ranch, don’t you?” she said, snuggling into the crook of his arm.
“It’s my home. I feel more myself there. Making the money I do, I can afford all this, and it’s convenient when I’m working in town, but my heart belongs on the ranch. I’m really just a country boy who likes getting his fingers dirty.”
“I like that about you. I would never have guessed you lived in a place like this. It’s beautiful, and I see why you love it,” she waved toward the view, “but it’s not you.”
He leaned his cheek against the top of her head. “I’m working on it. I have a house plan designed. I just needed the motivation to start the work.”
“And you have it now?”
He nodded. “I have site managers on all my projects. I need to trust them to do their jobs, so I don’t have to be so hands-on.”
She nodded. “And then you’ll be less stressed and able to enjoy what you’ve accomplished.” Ariana turned and brushed her lips across his. “I should be going back to my place.”
“You could stay here,” he suggested.
As much as she wanted to… “It’s too soon. I’ve loved spending the day with you, but you have your project to check on in the morning, and I have to open my studio bright and early.” The thought of leaving made her wish she could cancel classes for the next day and stay with Dillon. But then, he had a job as well. They both needed to focus on life outside the amazing bedroom with the hot tub they’d made love in twice.
Dressing became a game of on and off, tickling and kissing until they fell into the bed naked and made love one last time.
Exhausted, and knowing the morning would feel like it came too soon, Ariana finally managed to get all her clothes on and helped Dillon button his shirt. “I had an amazing weekend.”
“Me, too,” he said looping his arm around her waist as they headed for the elevator.
The trip back to her house didn’t take nearly long enough. Ariana hated having to say goodbye. The weekend had been magical. She had no idea whether or not he would call her again. If he didn’t, she’d be incredibly sad. But they’d gone into the weekend with no expectations of a future relationship. That didn’t stop her from wanting one.
Dillon got out of his truck and came around the front hood to open her door. When she turned to climb down, he gripped her around the waist and helped her to the ground, his hands still holding onto her.
She couldn’t stop herself from asking. “Will I see you soon?”
Dillon stared down into her eyes. “I have to work late hours this week in order to get my project back on track. Can I call you?”
She smiled and nodded. “I understand.”
Dillon was a busy man. He didn’t make the kind of money he made without sacrificing his time.
Ariana refused to be one of those women who demanded he call and spend every evening with her. If he wanted to, he’d call. If he wanted her, he’d make the effort to see her when he could.
“Goodnight, Dillon,” she said and rose up
