“Okay. I’m sorry. It’s just . . . Alice Reed’s life is a lot simpler than Addie’s,” she said shakily, guilt sweeping through her at the memory of how she’d constantly needled and defied him in regard to his protective measures. It was easier to do, before she’d taken her first steps on the long journey of accepting she was Addie Durand.
He exhaled and pressed his forehead against hers. “I know. I understand. Will you please promise not to try to avoid Sal and Josh while you’re down at the camp?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
He kissed her mouth, deep and sweet, and she felt him stir against her backside. “It’s been a rough night. Go to sleep,” he whispered hoarsely after a moment.
“But . . .”
“Go to sleep,” he repeated. She turned her cheek into the pillow, her mind and body awhirl.
“Alice?”
“Yes?”
“I can only imagine how hard this is for you. I’m proud of you.”
“Thanks.”
She closed her eyes. Her world still felt off-kilter, but repeating Dylan’s words again and again in her head kept her steady.
SHE awoke in a split second, the sensation of Dylan’s full, flagrant erection pressing against her bare bottom yanking her quickly and completely from the realm of sleep. The room was dark. His mouth moved against her neck, hot and voracious. He bit gently on her earlobe, his front teeth scraping her sensitive skin. She shivered in pleasure. The bedside light suddenly switched on to a dim setting.
“I want to see you,” he muttered roughly, pulling his arm back. He spoke near her ear, amplifying her shivers. “You’re too much of a temptation. I waited for most of the night, but I have to have you before you go. I’m that selfish.”
She moaned as he pressed his lips to her pulse and lowered.
“Then I’m just as selfish,” she whispered. “Because I wanted this from the second you came to bed.”
“I was being sensitive.”
“You can be sensitive and horny at once, can’t you?”
She felt his breath puff against her skin and heard his gruff bark of laughter. “We really need to communicate better.”
She turned in his arms. His mouth rained kisses on her chest, making her nipples tighten. She dug her fingers into his thick hair and urged him to her breasts. He made a rough sound in his throat and rolled partially onto her, pinning her down to the mattress. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, laving it with his tongue. Her clit pinched in arousal. She tangled her fingers deeper into his ha
ir and arched her back, offering herself to him, crying out in pleasure.
“Stop twisting around,” he growled amusedly. He molded both of her breasts in his hands, applying a slight downward pressure, keeping her steady for his onslaught. He slipped her other nipple into his mouth and drew on her. His obvious rabid hunger fueled her own arousal. She abandoned herself to the need mounting inside her. It felt so hot and delicious, the wet tug on her nipple and his rubbing tongue making her clit ache. She wanted his tongue there between her thighs, slippery and firm, licking her clit until she was in a frenzy of need. Just the thought of it made her hurt. She slid a hand between her thighs, finding the cleft between her labia warm and moist. For a moment, she rubbed herself while he squeezed her breasts gently and sucked first one nipple, and then the other.
His hand gripped her forearm. He ran it down until his fingertips found her first two fingers pressing against her clit. She paused in playing with herself, thinking he’d stop her. Dylan liked to be the one to be in control of her pleasure. She loved that about him. But instead of halting her, he lowered his hand and plunged his middle finger inside her. Alice moaned and rubbed her clit harder.
He lifted his head slightly, his lips making a sucking sound as her breast popped out of his mouth. He lashed the sensitized crest with the tip of tongue.
“Let’s communicate now,” he said gruffly after a moment, his lips feathering over her wet nipple. “Tell me what you want.”
“Your mouth on me,” she said, the truth too sharp to keep inside her for long.
“Well, I want my cock in your mouth, so we’re going to have to compromise,” he said, a dark thread of humor in his tone. He moved quickly, withdrawing his finger, sitting up, and spinning onto his hands and knees, his head toward the foot of the bed. Alice watched as he straddled her and positioned himself over her, his groin hovering over her face. She shifted her pillow and her head, aligning herself, and reached for him eagerly.
He didn’t immediately lower between her thighs. Instead, he watched her. Feeling his gaze on her while she stared at his cock tenting the front of his pajama bottoms excited her. She started to lower his waistband.
“There’s a fly. Pull it through,” he instructed her gruffly.
She found the opening in the pajamas and plunged her hand in, fisting his shaft. He felt warm and hard and so good. She jacked him a few times, her fingers lingering of the bulbous, smooth head.
“God, I love your cock.”