She had wanted to be jealous during those times – she really wanted to, but how could she be when he would keep touching her, twirling her hair around his fingers, squeezing her hand in his. It was as if he was silently comforting her, reminding her that although he wouldn’t stop being his flirtatious self, his heart would always belong to her.
And that was enough for her, Bree told herself. It had to be. She had no choice.
Before midnight struck, Dylan had already made sure they were saying their goodbyes. Most had bid them goodbye happily enough, if not in an awestruck way, except for Lindsay Ellis, who had been crowned prom queen.
“Don’t leave,” Lindsay begged, shamelessly brushing her barely-there breasts against Dylan’s other side. She had the kind of body Bree secretly envied, mostly because stick-thin figures would look good in any kind of outfit.
“We’re just getting started. There are lots of after-prom parties, more fun—-”
Dylan said with a smile, “Perhaps next time, but tonight we really have to go.”
Lindsay pouted. “What’s the hurry?”
“We have plans.”
“Like what?”
Dylan’s patience, normally longer than most, stretched to its breaking point. Without losing his smile, he said very clearly, “Because I have a girlfriend to fuck.”
Lindsay gaped. Everyone gaped except Bree, who let out a long moan – and which Dylan immediately cut off with a kiss, the kind that did not hide the fact how much he desired her.
When he allowed her to breathe and regain her senses, Bree sputtered, “You—-”
“—-prefer to have you moan only in my presence and not anywhere else,” he finished smoothly, pulling her to his side. “Now, come along. I’ve been waiting to have you for years. Don’t make me wait a second longer.”
The moment they got inside the elevator, which was fortunately empty this time, he pulled her to him, backed her against the wall, and kissed her.
Passion kept simmering for four years exploded to life as their lips met. He was devouring her. It was the only way to perfectly describe the way he took and took and took and made her want to yield and yield and yield. With a little cry, Bree sank against him, lips parting so that his tongue would take her mouth – she wanted him to take her, in every way, forever.
Her arms wrapped around his neck, and Dylan groaned when she pressed her breasts close to his chest while her legs wrapped more tightly around his waist.
“You taste better than I’ve ever dreamt,” he rasped against her lips before kissing his way down, wanting to know if the feel and taste of her skin, of the rest of her body, was also better than what he had imagined.
Bree’s skin was soft and fragrant, making his balls ache painfully because they were near to bursting. He wished he could fuck her now, with the way his cock was throbbing so badly. But he knew anticipation would make their union sweeter and, more than that, he wanted Bree to experience the sweetest pleasure in his arms.
He kissed her neck before taking a little bit of skin to suck on. She whimpered, and when he only sucked harder and longer, she let out a moan, the sound filled with wild longing.
It made him shudder. “I love hearing you moan, Bree.”
As his hands cupped her breasts, shaping them, she could only gasp, “You’re making it impossible not to!”
He chuckled just before he bent down and took a silk-covered nipple in, and she moaned again, this time louder and longer.
The elevator’s bell chimed and he released her breast reluctantly. His arms tightened when she tried to free herself. “No.”
The roughness of Dylan’s voice made her stop moving, made her want to submit to him the way only a woman could submit to a man.
They didn’t speak as Dylan carried her back to his suite, kicking the door shut before making his way straight to the bedroom. He lowered her gently to her feet and still without speaking, he made Bree sit on the edge of the bed.
When he knelt down to take off her shoes one by one, she said shakily, simply because she couldn’t keep it to herself, “I love you.”
The words made him groan and the moment he had both heels off, he rose up and pushed her back down on the bed, covering her body with his. “I love you,” he said hoarsely before kissing her, trying to show her what he wanted to say but did not dare let himself because it would just make the connection between them grow stronger.
His fingers shook as he worked on the buttons of her gown, which were damn too many, tempting Dylan to just rip it off completely.
“Dylan...” She had no bra under the gown because its back was completely made of lace, and because of that she was now naked except for her thongs.