Forbidden Love
Page 32
Dylan: Now.
Just then, a knock sounded at my door. I knew this time it was him and not an unexpected visitor like earlier.
I let out a breath. Good, I could tell him what happened with Jude.
I dashed to the door, squealing in delight as I pulled the door open and almost fell over in my excitement to get to Dylan. I leapt into his arms, causing him to drop his bag.
"Whoa, sugar!"
He kissed my hair as I buried my face in his neck.
"I've missed you, too. I just couldn't stay away." I lifted my head up and looked at the man I loved and smiled, all my teeth showing. "You have a beautiful smile, sugar. Lights up your whole face."
I slid down his body right there in the doorway. He leaned back and picked up the DVD he dropped when I jumped him, and walked inside my apartment.
My fingers were already itching to touch him again, so I wasted no time. I pulled him inside, letting him kick the door shut, and fused my mouth to his.
"Mmm…you taste so good. Let's skip dinner and go straight for dessert." He put his hands on my love-flushed cheeks and pecked my nose once more, side-stepping my efforts to get his belt undone. "Easy, sugar. We have all night. Let's eat something first."
I sighed in mock frustration, my smile showing my bluff. "Fine.” I pouted. "I'll order pizza." I bounded to the kitchen to grab the phone. It was evident I was beyond excited Dylan came over. After our long and exhausting last encounter, I figured he'd need a break.
Guess not.
I felt him come up behind me, the heat of his body radiating from him and seeping into me through my tank top.
"I love that you're wearing my clothes. It's incredibly sexy." His breath was hot on my ear, his arms coming to rest around my abdomen. He pressed me against him, forcing my head to fall back against him.
I had the phone balanced against my shoulder, exposing a side of my neck that Dylan took no time to take advantage of. As he nibbled, I fought the moans threatening to escape before I wiggled far enough away to place our pizza order.
He looked at me with a sweetly wicked gleam in his eye, pizza the last thing on his mind as I asked, "What do you like on your pie?"
His eyes grew round and his lips quirked up. "Just cheese. I don't like my food to touch."
It was my turn to gawk. "What? It's pizza!" I laughed at his silly quirk and placed an order for plain cheese pizza. “Hi, can I please order? One cheese only pizza,” I told the guy on the other end of the phone. “Yes, that’s right. Please make sure there’s nothing else on there. Food shouldn’t touch each other.” I poked my tongue out at Dylan and smiled, stirring him up.
I laughed when Dylan raised an eyebrow and shook his head. Quickly, I rattled off my address to the pizza shop, all the while staring at the handsome man drumming his fingers on the countertop with his own eyebrow cocked to mimic mine, just waiting for his revenge.
When I hung up the phone, he grabbed me, wasting no time at claiming my mouth with his. He sucked my bottom lip and let it go with a pop. "So you think it's funny, huh?" Dylan's hands rested on my hips. His fingers slid up under my tank top, grazing my rib cage.
I gazed into his handsome face and made a show of complying. "Uh-huh." My mouth agape, my eyes danced with humor.
I thought he was going to pull me closer; his expression gave me the impression I was about to be kissed senseless. I closed my eyes, my smirk sinking and a sigh of desire taking over. "Oh!" I jumped, not able to go far because of Dylan's vise-grip on my middle, his fingers digging into my sides tickling the ever living shit out of me.
"Stop! Stop!" I cried through my laughter. I bucked and twisted, trying to disengage my body from his.
"Nah-ah, sugar! You wanted funny. Laugh it up." He was breathless but giddy as we wrestled in the kitchen.
I finally managed to get away, only to have him chase me around my apartment, both of us in hysteric fits of laughter. I plopped down on the sofa, trying to catch my breath and he came down on top of me.
"Still think I'm funny, sugar?" His face was just a few inches from mine. I nodded, my face frozen with joy.
He leaned down and caressed my lips with his. It was feather-soft at first, his hands on either side of my body to keep his weight off me. I pulled my arms from over my head and around any part of Dylan I could. My legs found his waist, my arms his neck, where I could play in the softness of his hair that grazed his shirt collar.
"Take me to the bedroom," I murmured.
"With pleasure." He never took his mouth from mine, so his words were mumbled, the vibration sending a sweet sensation straight down to my core.
He lifted off the couch with me clung to him like a monkey. He started toward my bedroom, but the knock on the door stopped him dead in his tracks. "Pizza delivery!" We heard from outside my apartment.
"Damn. Saved by the pizza guy with the plain cheese pizza." I giggled into Dylan's neck as I once again slid down his now rigid body.
I looked down at his crotch and pointedly stated, "Hold that thought!"
Damn, cockblocked by the pizza guy.
With that, I ran to the door and swiftly paid the guy for Dylan's boring pizza and headed back to drop it in the kitchen. We wouldn't be eating any time soon. I had better things planned for dinnertime.
"I hope you like cold pizza," I said in a low, sultry voice. "We're gonna be a while." I walked back to where I had left Dylan standing and dropped to my knees, his low-slung jeans tented in front of my face. I pulled at the buttons while Dylan looked down at me, his eyes hooded with want.
Just then, a knock sounded at my door. I knew this time it was him and not an unexpected visitor like earlier.
I let out a breath. Good, I could tell him what happened with Jude.
I dashed to the door, squealing in delight as I pulled the door open and almost fell over in my excitement to get to Dylan. I leapt into his arms, causing him to drop his bag.
"Whoa, sugar!"
He kissed my hair as I buried my face in his neck.
"I've missed you, too. I just couldn't stay away." I lifted my head up and looked at the man I loved and smiled, all my teeth showing. "You have a beautiful smile, sugar. Lights up your whole face."
I slid down his body right there in the doorway. He leaned back and picked up the DVD he dropped when I jumped him, and walked inside my apartment.
My fingers were already itching to touch him again, so I wasted no time. I pulled him inside, letting him kick the door shut, and fused my mouth to his.
"Mmm…you taste so good. Let's skip dinner and go straight for dessert." He put his hands on my love-flushed cheeks and pecked my nose once more, side-stepping my efforts to get his belt undone. "Easy, sugar. We have all night. Let's eat something first."
I sighed in mock frustration, my smile showing my bluff. "Fine.” I pouted. "I'll order pizza." I bounded to the kitchen to grab the phone. It was evident I was beyond excited Dylan came over. After our long and exhausting last encounter, I figured he'd need a break.
Guess not.
I felt him come up behind me, the heat of his body radiating from him and seeping into me through my tank top.
"I love that you're wearing my clothes. It's incredibly sexy." His breath was hot on my ear, his arms coming to rest around my abdomen. He pressed me against him, forcing my head to fall back against him.
I had the phone balanced against my shoulder, exposing a side of my neck that Dylan took no time to take advantage of. As he nibbled, I fought the moans threatening to escape before I wiggled far enough away to place our pizza order.
He looked at me with a sweetly wicked gleam in his eye, pizza the last thing on his mind as I asked, "What do you like on your pie?"
His eyes grew round and his lips quirked up. "Just cheese. I don't like my food to touch."
It was my turn to gawk. "What? It's pizza!" I laughed at his silly quirk and placed an order for plain cheese pizza. “Hi, can I please order? One cheese only pizza,” I told the guy on the other end of the phone. “Yes, that’s right. Please make sure there’s nothing else on there. Food shouldn’t touch each other.” I poked my tongue out at Dylan and smiled, stirring him up.
I laughed when Dylan raised an eyebrow and shook his head. Quickly, I rattled off my address to the pizza shop, all the while staring at the handsome man drumming his fingers on the countertop with his own eyebrow cocked to mimic mine, just waiting for his revenge.
When I hung up the phone, he grabbed me, wasting no time at claiming my mouth with his. He sucked my bottom lip and let it go with a pop. "So you think it's funny, huh?" Dylan's hands rested on my hips. His fingers slid up under my tank top, grazing my rib cage.
I gazed into his handsome face and made a show of complying. "Uh-huh." My mouth agape, my eyes danced with humor.
I thought he was going to pull me closer; his expression gave me the impression I was about to be kissed senseless. I closed my eyes, my smirk sinking and a sigh of desire taking over. "Oh!" I jumped, not able to go far because of Dylan's vise-grip on my middle, his fingers digging into my sides tickling the ever living shit out of me.
"Stop! Stop!" I cried through my laughter. I bucked and twisted, trying to disengage my body from his.
"Nah-ah, sugar! You wanted funny. Laugh it up." He was breathless but giddy as we wrestled in the kitchen.
I finally managed to get away, only to have him chase me around my apartment, both of us in hysteric fits of laughter. I plopped down on the sofa, trying to catch my breath and he came down on top of me.
"Still think I'm funny, sugar?" His face was just a few inches from mine. I nodded, my face frozen with joy.
He leaned down and caressed my lips with his. It was feather-soft at first, his hands on either side of my body to keep his weight off me. I pulled my arms from over my head and around any part of Dylan I could. My legs found his waist, my arms his neck, where I could play in the softness of his hair that grazed his shirt collar.
"Take me to the bedroom," I murmured.
"With pleasure." He never took his mouth from mine, so his words were mumbled, the vibration sending a sweet sensation straight down to my core.
He lifted off the couch with me clung to him like a monkey. He started toward my bedroom, but the knock on the door stopped him dead in his tracks. "Pizza delivery!" We heard from outside my apartment.
"Damn. Saved by the pizza guy with the plain cheese pizza." I giggled into Dylan's neck as I once again slid down his now rigid body.
I looked down at his crotch and pointedly stated, "Hold that thought!"
Damn, cockblocked by the pizza guy.
With that, I ran to the door and swiftly paid the guy for Dylan's boring pizza and headed back to drop it in the kitchen. We wouldn't be eating any time soon. I had better things planned for dinnertime.
"I hope you like cold pizza," I said in a low, sultry voice. "We're gonna be a while." I walked back to where I had left Dylan standing and dropped to my knees, his low-slung jeans tented in front of my face. I pulled at the buttons while Dylan looked down at me, his eyes hooded with want.
