“So good with you…” he whispers as he moves across my cheek and down my neck, his teeth scraping down my throat, his tongue lapping at my skin.
My need grows, and I feel hot, like the small room is a furnace. “Yes…” I murmur as my hand drifts over his gym shorts to caress him, and he groans, his lashes fluttering.
“Serena…”
“Touch me.” Please. It’s been so long.
His lips take mine, and this time his hands are everywhere, cupping my breasts and palming me. My nipples push through the material, hard and erect. He eases the straps down, pushing at the shirt, and gazes down at me, a flush on his cheekbones.
His pupils are blown as his mouth latches onto a breast, his tongue darting around the dusky pink areola like I’m a feast. My head bangs against the fridge as he devours me, switching from one breast to the other. My leg hooks around his waist as I meet his cock through his shorts and roll my hips.
“Crazy…” He breathes against my skin. “You’ve got no idea how long…”
His fingers ease under the waistband of my leggings, sliding around to squeeze my ass.
This, this is the point where I should call a halt, but I don’t. I touch him, the strong column of his throat, the top of his broad shoulders, the tattoos on his chest. I want to inhale him, every single masculine piece.
His hands move as he slides aside my thong and puts a finger inside me, and I’m drenched. A primal sound erupts from his throat. His forehead presses against mine. “Too much?” is pulled from him.
“No,” I gasp out. “More.”
“Serena…” Another finger joins the first. He parts the top of my mound, his thumb finding my clit and rotating.
I’m awash in sensation, my breath coming in pants. I’m going to fly apart any moment. Electricity sizzles in my body as tingles build at the base of my spine.
He bites my earlobe, his breathing as erratic as mine. “I want to fuck you, Serena,” he says in a guttural voice and just that one dirty word that sounds as if it came from the depths of his lungs, pushes me over the edge. My nails dig into his shoulders as I ride his hand and go over the edge, my world shattering, a rush of fireworks bursting into sparkling lights as I call out.
I press my face into his chest, shuddering against him, my body undulating. He pulls back, his chest heaving as he sticks his fingers in his mouth and licks them slowly, his eyes heavy on me. I whimper at the open eroticism on his face.
The sound of a door opening pierces the haze of my muddled senses. Dillon stiffens, using his body to cover me as he looks over his shoulder. “Someone’s here.”
“What?” I will my heart to slow, trying to focus. I see a cleaning crew through the window to the yoga room. My hands tremble as I work to pull my clothes together.
“You okay?” I ask, nodding at his shorts.
He grimaces as he adjusts himself. “Yeah.”
I put some distance between us, walking over to the sink and throwing water on my face. I pat my face with a paper towel, and when I turn around, he’s behind me.
His eyes lower to half-mast. “Come back to my place—”
My eyes shut briefly. Part of me wants that, but common sense is sneaking back in. I lick my lips. “Not a good idea.”
His brow furrows. “Things are hot between us. I want you; you want me. What am I missing?”
I swallow thickly. “This was fun, but…” You are dangerous to my heart.
He scrubs his face, then stares at the floor for a few moments as if searching for words. He’s about to speak when a clang of metal comes from the yoga room.
“Come on. Let’s get out of here.” He takes my elbow and steers me out the door, past the two women who are sweeping. We walk down the hall, making our way to the center meeting area. “I’ll walk you to your car and we can talk,” he says.
“You’re messing around with two other girls, Dillon. I won’t be the third. I’ve been down that road.”
He pulls me to a stop, staring down at me with turbulent eyes as frustration flashes on his face. “Let’s get this straight. I’m not having sex with them. I’ve never been with them, ever. You…this…has nothing to do with them. I tend to rush, I do, but we can go slow, Serena. Based on what you’ve told me, it feels like you need that. Just tell me how—”
“Dillon!” comes a high, shrill voice, interrupting us. “Where have you been? We’ve been looking everywhere!”
My hands clench as I turn to look at her.
It’s Ashley, hands on her hips as she stands at the fountain in front of the pizzeria, flanked by Bambi and Sawyer. She’s wearing a cream linen sheath dress that complements her pale coloring and red hair. Bambi looks more casual with skinny jeans and a cropped Tigers jersey.
Ashley’s lips curl as she makes a beeline for Dillon. I keep my face expressionless as I step away from him.
“You ditched us,” she says to him. “Where did you go?”
“Yoga.”
She looks at me. “With her?” She says it like I’m a serial killer.
He frowns. “Yeah. Get over it.”
“Oh, good grief, Ashley! The man has a life. Look who he found,” Bambi says as she rushes forward and wraps me up in a hug. She’s a touchy kind of girl, I think as she leans in and straightens my hair, a twinkle in her eye. “It must have been an invigorating class—why look how flushed you both are! Was it that sex one? I saw you at the game on Saturday, but the crowd was so thick I couldn’t get to you. Chantal says she called you and you guys are planning a girls’
