A Hot Mess (16 page)

The few days she’d spent with Dylan had been wonderful. She loved being with him. Sex was beyond amazing. He said he wanted more, but how much more? Did he just want to remain fuck buddies? Or did he have a relationship in mind?

Cait looked at him again, desperately wishing she was a mind reader. She would give anything to be able to read his thoughts. Maybe then, she could finally figure out her own.

* * * *

That night, Cait lay awake and stared at the ceiling.

Dylan had not touched her once. After they’d gotten back to the hotel, he headed for the gym, and she had not seen him for hours. When he’d returned, he had been sweaty and disheveled and immediately locked himself in the bathroom to take a shower. The sight of him after an obviously strenuous work out had turned her on.

She’d dressed in a skimpy black nightgown and pranced around the room, but Dylan had not seemed to notice. He came out of shower dressed in a pair of sweats. He’d ignored her as he went to the couch and turned on the television.

Cait was nothing if not determined. She ordered champagne and strawberries from room service, and when it was delivered, she sashayed in front of him with the tray.

“Would you like some?” She fluttered her eyelashes, but she failed miserably.

Dylan placed his hand on his chest and idly scratched. “Naw, I’m watching the game.”

“Suit yourself.” Cait sashayed back away. She sat on the other end of the couch and ate strawberries and drank champagne until she felt she would burst.

She was ready to throw her hands up in frustration. What did she have to do? Draw him a sign?

After the game was over, Dylan tossed her the remote and got to his feet. “I’m going to bed.”

Here was her chance.

Cait draped across the couch in what she hoped was an inviting manner. “Would you like some company?”

Dylan shrugged. “Don’t go to bed on my account.”

Cait’s heart fell. Maybe he really didn’t want her anymore, despite what he’d said earlier Or if he did, he was doing a damned good job of acting as if he didn’t.

She picked up the remote and turned her gaze away from him. Two can play that game. “I guess I will stay up then.”

Dylan went to bed without her.

That had been hours ago, and Cait finally joined him in the huge, fluffy bed. She lay there, wracked with indecision. She did not know what had happened to change the easy relationship between them, but something had.

Dylan was not acting like himself. But she didn’t know what to do to fix it. It was hard to repair something when you didn’t know what was wrong with it. Why would he claim to want more and then hold himself away from her?

Cait turned on her side and propped her hand beneath her chin, so she could watch him as he slept. The sheets and blanket were gathered at his waist. His bare chest was uncovered, the tan skin gleaming in the moonlight that streamed through the room’s one window.

They were so different, yet so alike. Their families were complete opposites, but somehow she and Dylan had found each other. Both of them struggled to form their own identity separate from their families’. Dylan had succeeded, where Cait still battled every day to escape the memory of being the poor girl who was surrounded by rich kids.

Dylan had been the only one on their street who had ever taken a chance on her. She and her family had been snubbed by everyone but the Russells, and she owed all of his family’s loyalty to Dylan. Her childhood had been so much better because of him.

Hell, her adult life was so much better because of him.

Cait inched her hand across the mattress, but then hesitated. He didn’t seem to want her touch anymore. She pulled her hand back and let out a soft curse.

She turned on her other side, away from Dylan, and put her hands under her cheek. Everything was wrong. She was supposed to enjoy this trip to New York. Instead it seemed it would be a miserable time. Dylan was mad at her, and she didn’t know why.

Her throat ached with unshed tears. What did she do to deserve all this? Why did every man she picked turn out to be wrong for her?

Her eyes grew wet, but she refused to cry. She didn’t cry for that dickhead Simon, and she certainly wouldn’t cry for Dylan.

She sniffed and swiped her hand over her eyes. A rustle behind her caught her attention. She did her best to remain silent, but another sniffle escaped her.

“Cait, baby, what’s wrong?” Dylan’s voice was husky from sleep.

“Nothing,” she answered, but her voice wobbled. He’d called her baby again. The memory of Vegas came back to her, making her yearn to be in his arms.

Dylan touched her back, and the heat from his palm warmed her spine. He slid his hand across her hip and pulled her toward him. “Are you crying?”

“No.” Cait bit her lip and swallowed to ease the ache in her throat. “Allergies.”

Dylan nuzzled her neck and curled his body around hers. “In February?”

“Yes. Winter allergies,” Cait lied.

“Is there such a thing?”

Cait didn’t know, but she braved her way through it. “Of course there is.”

Dylan mumbled something undistinguishable and continued to hold her. The heat from his body tempted her to snuggle against him, but her emotions were still too raw. So much had happened, and she wasn’t prepared to deal with the emotional roller coaster she’d found herself on.

This was the first time a man had ever lain in bed and just held her. Dylan did not make a move, he simply lay there with his arm wrapped around her. Cait was comforted by his touch. It was a revelation after a lifetime of men trying to get into her pants. Of course, Dylan had already been in them, and perhaps he didn’t want to anymore.

Has he grown tired of me?

“No, I’m not tired of you.”

Cait didn’t realize she’d spoken the words aloud until Dylan answered. She tilted her head and tried to look at him. “Then what’s going on? If you’re through, just say so. You won’t hurt my feelings.”

A debate seemed to wage war on Dylan’s face. He appeared torn. “I’m not through,” he finally said.

Cait rolled onto her back and lifted her hand to rub his stubbled jaw. “I’m not through either.”

“Jesus, Cait.” Dylan groaned and cupped her face. “I’ve tried so hard to resist you, but you make it damn near impossible.”

She cocked her head to one side. “Why would you resist me?”

“Because…” Dylan broke off and shook his head. “I don’t know.”

Cait’s sadness disappeared in an instant. She only had to look at Dylan to know he still wanted her. His beautiful eyes were dark with desire, and his breathing grew harsh.

She touched his lips with her forefinger and caressed the slick skin. “Make love to me, Dylan.”

Dylan’s eyes narrowed. “No. I will fuck you, but I won’t make love to you.”

Cait buried the pain his words gave her beneath a veneer of boldness. “Make love, fuck. It’s the same difference.”

“No, baby. It’s not.” Dylan bent down and put his lips a millimeter from hers. “You can’t begin to imagine how it will be if I make love to you.”

“Then show me.” Cait pressed closer to him. “Show me the difference.”

Dylan shook his head, his bottom lip caressing hers as he did so. “Another time. Tonight I intend to show you something completely different.”

A shaft of heat streaked through her. Cait hooked a leg over his hip and curled against him. “What’s that?”

Dylan moved between her legs, the press of his cock hot and heavy against her wetness, even through their layers of clothing. “Put your arms over your head.”

Cait did as he asked, the command in his voice proving to be her undoing. At that moment, she would do whatever he desired.

Dylan wrapped his long fingers around her wrists and held her in place as he pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “You have to listen to me, Cait, and do whatever I tell you.”

She wanted him with a fierceness, but her natural inclination toward independence asserted itself. “If you think I’m going to call you Master, you’ve got another think coming.”

“No. I don’t want you submissive, Cait. I just want you willing to experiment.”

Cait’s mouth went dry. “Experimentation sounds good.”

She licked her lips and waited for Dylan to make his move. He took his time, drawing out the moment until she wanted to squirm against him and beg him to fuck her. Finally he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her. Tongues and teeth and lips were all involved as they kissed each other.

It was a slow, long kiss, one designed to weaken her resistance. But she didn’t have any resistance. Cait wanted him beyond comprehension, beyond reason.

Dylan’s grip on her wrists tightened as he shifted, tearing his mouth away from hers, and moving his lips down her throat. He nibbled his way to her breast and then took a nipple between his teeth. He bit, and it was hard enough to draw a gasp from Cait. It did not hurt, but the pinch fueled her desire.

He lifted his head. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

Cait melted whenever he called her that. “I want you.”

She struggled to free her arms again, but Dylan held her in place. “No.” He ran the fingers of his free hand up her side and tickled the underside of her breast. “I want you to feel what I do to you. You can’t touch me yet.”

Cait groaned. “But I want to.”

Dylan gave her a cocky grin. “You will soon enough. Now tell me what you want.”

“I want you to touch me.”

Dylan put his hand over her breast. “Where? Here?”

“No.” Cait’s voice changed to a whisper. “Down there.”

“Here?” Dylan slid his hand to her hip and then behind to her ass. “Or here?”

Cait lifted her shoulders from the bed to whisper into his ear. “My pussy.”

“Oh.” Dylan’s hand moved again and crept between her thighs. His fingers tickled her moist heat. “Do you like that?”

Cait’s eyes slid closed. “Yes.”

“And this. Do you like this, Cait?” Dylan stuck a finger inside her and moved it in and out.

Her hips lifted to meet his hand. “Yes.”

“Spread your legs,” Dylan instructed as he released her wrists and scooted down the bed. “Wider.”

Cait slid her ankles apart as far as she could, opening herself to him. Her eyes flew open to watch as Dylan removed his finger and then lowered his head to her. She immediately clamped onto the back of his head.

“Dylan!” she cried out as delighted shivers chased across her skin.

He lifted his head. “Do you want me to stop?”

“I want to taste you.”

Dylan got up on his knees and pulled her to hers as well. He kissed her, and she could taste herself on his lips. His hands cupped her buttocks, bringing her flush against his hard cock.

“Do you want to suck my cock, Cait?” He pinched her ass hard. “Say it, baby.”

Cait slipped her hands down to grasp his shaft. “I want to.”

“Such a bad girl,” Dylan groaned. He gave her ass a hard slap. “Get on your hands and knees facing me.”

She did as he asked. His cock was at her eye level as she lifted her head.

Dylan wrapped his hand around his shaft and brought his cock to her lips. The velvety head slipped between her lips, and she sucked it into her mouth. She ran her tongue along the length, delighted as he filled her mouth.

She teased him with her tongue and teeth. Dylan wrapped his hands in her hair to hold her head steady as his hips slowly moved back and forth, forcing his cock deeper. Even though she didn’t think she would like it, the submissive position, being on her hands and knees in front of him, turned her on.

“That’s it, baby. You’re so good.”

Cait would’ve groaned, but she couldn’t make a sound.

Dylan’s hips jerked, and he gripped her head, pulling his cock free from her mouth. “No more. I’m not ready to come yet.”

Cait pouted. She wanted him to come, wanted to know he’d lost control with her.

Dylan put a finger beneath her chin and stroked his thumb across her lip. “Turn around, but stay on your hands and knees.”

Cait swiveled around and heard the rip of a condom packet. Then she felt the prod of his cock. He slipped up and down the wet opening and then slid forward, impaling her in one swift stroke. She was bumped forward, and she caught herself before she hit her forehead on the headboard. She held her body still as Dylan pulled out and then buried himself again.

His fingers gripped her hips, pulling her backwards to meet his thrusts. He fucked her hard, the slap of her ass on his thighs echoing in the room. Dylan moved his hips in a circular motion and ground against her.

Cait had never like doggy style. She was too paranoid about her butt jiggling, plus it had never done it for her. But Dylan managed to make it feel good. He hit every pleasure point inside her. It was miraculous the things he made her experience.

Dylan moved a hand to the small of her back and pressed down, which changed the angle of Cait’s hips. When he filled her again, even more pleasurable sensations rippled through her.

Cait kept her butt angled toward him as he continued to slam in and out of her pussy. Her head dropped forward, and she buried her face in the pillow. Cries of pleasure escaped her lips, but the pillow muffled the sounds.

Dylan moved faster and faster. He gave a loud groan. “Come for me, Cait.”

Cait bit her lip and pushed backward with her hips, seeking her release. Dylan slid his arm beneath her and fingered her clit. Cait gasped at the additional stimulation. Soon, she was bucking against him in reckless abandon.

“Oh, God!” Cait screamed and slumped toward the mattress.

Dylan’s shout echoed within the room as he found his release and fell toward her. They lay in a tangle of limbs and fought to catch their breath. Soon, Dylan moved off her and lay beside her. Cait turned on her side and wrapped her arm around his waist.

She pressed her cheek against his hard pec and smiled in contentment. A thought niggled at the back of her mind. She lifted her head to look at Dylan. His eyes were closed, but he wasn’t asleep yet.

“Why did you say you wanted to resist me?”

Dylan scrunched his eyes closed tighter as he winced. “It was self-preservation, Cait.”

“From what?” Cait traced his nipple with her fingernail.