CHAPTER TEN
WHENJENNYWOKEUPa great many hours later, she was naked again.
Better yet, she was in Dylan’s bed. And Dylan himself was slumped out in the chair nearby, his brooding gaze on her, while outside there was the faintest suggestion that light might come again. Someday.
“Last thing I remember we were getting into a car,” she said. And that giddiness she’d been after swelled in her, sharp and syrupy and everything she’d imagined it would be. She wriggled a bit, trying to really feel it. And ignoring the other parts that threatened to swamp her with unpleasant recollections that this wasn’t hers to keep. Not really. “Is that your real secret, Dylan? Are you the reason I blacked out?”
He rubbed his hand over his face, grinning. “I get that a lot. My cock is a well-known roofie.”
Jenny sat up, not bothering to clutch at the sheet, and watched the way his gaze dropped to her breasts. And more, made them react. Her nipples pinched tight, and suddenly she remembered when she’d been sprawled out on the floor of that bathroom, his cock pounding into her and his mouth moving over her. His tongue and the hint of his teeth, there on that sensitive point.
Her whole body seemed to shiver into awareness.
“I don’t remember what conclusion we reached.” And she was aware of everything about him, now. When he tensed in the chair, though he was still slouching there as if he thought that made him look relaxed. The way his cock pushed at the front of his jeans. “Do I only get a night? Or am I a weekender? I don’t dare to hope than I might have scored longer than that. Not to mention, I’m not entirely sure it would be physically possible.”
“You can have as long as you like, Jenny.” The remains of his grin were still on his mouth, but his eyes were in shadow. They seemed darker now. And connected to all those things inside her that she wasn’t looking at. That she didn’t want to process.
Not now, maybe not ever.
“Good thing you’re not worried about falling in love, Dylan,” she said lightly, teasing him. “You look a little wobbly there.”
And she couldn’t say she regretted saying it, precisely. But there was something in the air of the sprawling room, suddenly. Something like grief, raw and encompassing. Powerful and thick.
But she forgot about that when he rose to his feet.
“I told you,” he said, his voice low enough to be a growl. “No chance of me falling in love with you.”
And she had to wonder why she’d brought up the subject again, when it hurt to hear him say that just as much as it had the first time. More, if she was honest, because she knew better, now. He had been right. He’d been upsettingly right, in fact, about how little she knew about the things that sex could do.
But Jenny still wasn’t thinking about that. Not now.
Not while he was stripping off his clothes, tossing them into the chair behind him, and then standing there a moment when he was done, astonishingly naked.
She buzzed a bit, all over, as if her skin couldn’t contain all the things her body did in response to the sight of him. It was different to see him naked, even if she’d seen so much of him before. In his running shorts, for instance. And it was certainly different to look at that huge cock, standing away from his body, and understand not only that she’d taken all of that inside of her, but remembering precisely how it had felt.
She heard a greedy little noise, and was only dimly aware that she’d made it.
Jenny didn’t intend to move, but she did. And next thing she knew she was kneeling down before him, her hands moving over his strong, muscled thighs.
“Kneeling already, Jenny?” he asked, in that dark, commanding voice that she was sure she’d never get used to. It seemed so unlike the man she’d known for all these years—and then again, it was the man she’d met last night, and he made her shiver, hot and ready, and it was all Dylan. All the sides of the man she knew best. “You’re taking to this quickly.”
“I want to taste you,” she told him, solemnly.
And she kept her head tipped back, so she could watch his face as she reached up and wrapped her hands around his enormous cock. Her mouth watered, but she maintained eye contact as she tipped herself forward, then licked the broad head.
Gently, like the first, sweet taste of an ice cream cone.
He muttered something filthy.
“Is that a yes or no?” she asked. Then she took a moment to suck him, deep into her mouth, so she could play with suction. And the flat of her tongue. Then she grinned at him. “You’ll have to speak up.”
Dylan laughed, then, a dark and wondrous thing.
She felt him move, though she didn’t understand what he was doing for a moment, because the taste of him was rolling through her, male and salty and a hint of what she thought was her, too. The blaze of it surged through her, igniting a new fire and making her pussy clench.
But then his hand was in her hair. He twisted it around, until she realized he was gripping her hair like it was some kind of leash. And something about that made her feel almost sluggish with longing. As if she might not be able to bear it—she wanted this so much.
She dragged her eyes back up the perfect, beautiful length of his body, and found him watching her.