A Hot Mess (7 page)

“Here?” His lips curved into a sexy grin.

She nodded. “Here.”

Her fingertips shifted and pulled him toward her as he bent his head. Dylan stopped a mere breath before their lips touched. “Decided to play with fire after all, Cait?”

“Are you saying you will burn me?” Cait’s eyes slid closed, and she waited for him to kiss her.

“Only in a good way,” Dylan answered, and then his lips claimed hers.

Their lips pressed together, seeking a deeper connection. She opened her mouth, and his tongue swept forward in a bold motion. He stroked her tongue with his, coaxing her to respond. Cait had been kissed plenty of times, but never before had a kiss stirred her soul. This was Dylan, the boy she’d grown up with. He knew her in a way none of her boyfriends ever had. He’d known the skinny, knock-kneed Cait who had been bullied in school. He’d been there when she battled acne the year she turned thirteen. He’d even been there when her first boyfriend had taken her virginity and dumped her the next day.

Dylan knew everything there was to know about her, and yet he still wanted her. The self-conscious part of her she kept hidden, the bossiness she couldn’t hide no matter how much she tried, none of it seemed to matter to him.

Dylan was bold with his kiss and held nothing back, despite the fact they were in public. His hands lifted and cradled her face, his thumbs stroking her cheeks as his kiss gentled. Instead of branding her, he wooed her with soft flutters of his lips against hers.

He pulled back just a little. “Cait, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

She was caught in a haze of desire, one she had no intention of trying to escape. “Why didn’t you?”

He’d ended the kiss, yet their lips were close enough to brush against each other as they spoke.

Dylan sighed, and his breath caressed her face. “You weren’t ready.”

Was she ready now?
Cait thought she was, but flashbacks of their past worried her. Dylan was her closest friend. Would being with him change any of that? Could they be physical and then return to what they’d had? She really, really hoped so.

Dylan kissed her again, nipping lightly with his teeth. Cait held her breath as he gently bit her bottom lip and then laved it with his tongue.
Oh, fuck!
Why did every decision in life have to be drawn out? She wanted Dylan. He wanted her. That was all there was to it. She would do it and face the consequences tomorrow.

She pulled back and gave him what she hoped was a seductive look. “What do you want to do now?”

Dylan’s hands slipped to her waist and caressed her hips through the thin material of the sundress she wore. “It’s your day, remember. What do you want to do?”

She stepped closer. An erection strained the flap of his jeans. She moved her body, so it would hide her hand as she cupped him through the denim. “I want to go upstairs.”

Dylan pressed into her hand. His teeth clenched as he let out a hiss. “Cait, if we go upstairs it’s not for talking.”

She moved her fingers along his zipper. “Who said I wanted to talk?”

Dylan bent down, pressed a kiss to her throat, and slid his tongue up to her ear. He nipped the lobe. “What do you want to do then?”

“I have my hand on your cock, and you have to ask?” Cait whispered.

“Oh, dirty talk. Cait, you surprise me.” Approval gleamed from his hooded eyes. A flush stained his cheeks. “Let’s go then.”

Cait twirled on her heels and headed for the elevators. She hoped her determined stride hid the quiver of her knees. She was nervous it would turn out bad, no matter how much she wanted it.

As luck would have it, they were the only ones in the elevator. Dylan was on her as soon as the doors closed. He backed her into a corner and pressed his body fully against hers. Cait lifted her foot and ran it teasingly up his leg. Between frantic kisses, they groped each other.

The ride to the eighth floor was over in a matter of seconds, but it was enough for Cait to become mindlessly aroused.

When the doors opened, Dylan pulled her off the elevator and hurried her to their room. Cait stumbled over her heels trying to keep up with his pace. Dylan dug in his back pocket and pulled out the key card. He unlocked the door, pulled her inside, and slammed it shut.

Nerves gripped Cait. She’d agreed to this, but the sheer power of her attraction to Dylan frightened her. What if she embarrassed herself?

Dylan snagged her about the waist and pulled her in close for another kiss. It soothed Cait’s worries. It wouldn’t be bad. Who was she kidding? Dylan was sex on a platter. He was the entire package—smart, sexy, funny, and kind.

Cait tugged the hem of his black T-shirt from the waistband of his jeans. She tried to pull it over his head, but she wasn’t tall enough. She leaned backward, so Dylan could pull it off and toss it aside. She had seen his chest before, so the tight abs and lean waist did not surprise her, but it was different because now she could touch him.

She placed her hands on his shoulders and slid them down to cup his hard pectorals. She toyed with his nipples with the tips of her fingers and then traced along the side of his abdominal muscles. The bumps and ridges were tight under her touch.

Dylan hooked his fingers under the straps of her dress and eased them across her shoulders. She pulled her arms free and tugged the elastic bodice down until the dress pooled at her waist. Her hands moved to the top of her chest, her fingers splayed. The pink bra she wore was strapless and just a tad small, so her breasts threatened to spill out of the cups.

Dylan brushed aside her hands. “No, Cait. Don’t hide from me.”

Instead of touching her boobs like most men would, Dylan cupped the back of her shoulders and pulled her in for another kiss. His skin was warm, and she craved the heat of his body. She wrapped her arms around his waist and gave herself over to the kiss. His tongued dueled with hers, thrusting and withdrawing into her mouth with delicious intent.

Dylan’s hands moved lower, and his fingers wrapped in the fabric of her dress to push it past her hips. The garment fell to the floor, and she kicked it aside. The heel of her shoe caught in a strap, and she kicked it off as well. The second shoe soon followed its mate.

Dylan broke the kiss and pulled back. Cait stood still as he perused her from head to toe. The pink panties she wore had been picked out by him. The satin and lace concoction was skimpy and bared more than it covered, which had obviously been his intention.

“Turn around.” Dylan’s voice was deep and husky as he gave her the command.

Cait did as he asked, praying he did not find her bottom hideous. She had quite a bit more junk in the trunk than his models and actresses. Well, most of them anyway.

She glanced over her shoulder, her hair brushing across her bare skin and sending shivers down her body as she watched him. “Well?”

His eyes were dark as he lifted them to meet her gaze. “You’re so sexy.”

Cait wanted to preen before him, but she didn’t. There was nothing better than a compliment, especially when one was almost naked in front of another. Boldness overtook her, and she reached behind her back to the clasp of her bra. Her fingers undid it and tossed it aside. She still stood with her back to him, but Dylan’s harsh breathing filled the room. She hooked her fingers in the sides of her panties and eased them down an inch.

“More?” she asked with a coy look.

“Cait,” he warned. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

“Dylan Russell, I am tired of you always telling me what to do.” She whipped her panties down and stepped away from them.

She took a deep breath and turned around. “I am not a little girl anymore. I don’t need you to protect me.”

The small scrap of pink fabric on the carpeted floor held Dylan’s gaze for the longest time. Cait had to admit it was an erotic sight, but then Dylan looked up, and her body trembled with delight.

He bit his bottom lip and released it with an audible popping sound. “Damn, Cait. You’re…” He broke off to give a low whistle.

“I’m what?” Cait put her hands on her hips and gave him a come-hither look. “I’m naked?” She tapped a hipbone with her forefinger. “Yes, I do believe I am.”

She stepped toward him. “But you’re not.”

Dylan unfastened the button on his jeans and pulled the zipper. The rasp of it, as he moved it down, seemed to echo in the room. Cait was caught in a trance as she watched him part the flaps and push his jeans down his slim hips. The tanned skin of his thighs was exposed, and then his knees, and his calves. He toed off his sneakers and pulled the jeans all the way off.

He straightened, and Cait’s gaze zeroed in on his boxer briefs. The tip of his cock was visible through the flap. The cotton material was stretched tight by his erection. She licked her lips in anticipation as he hooked his fingers in the waistband and pulled them down.

Cait gulped as his cock broke free of its confines. Dylan was long and thick, the perfect size to fill her.

She crept forward and ran a fingertip across the head. Dylan wrapped his hand around hers and guided her hand in a stroking motion. His cock filled her palm with smooth velvet heat, the skin slipping up and down on the hard shaft.

“Jesus, Cait.” Dylan hissed out a breath as he let go of her hand.

He grabbed the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair, and pulled her forward for a kiss that left her breathless.

The damp tip of his cock rested against her belly, and she strained to move closer. Dylan’s thigh moved between her legs, and she rubbed her dampness on him. Her hand continued to stroke his cock, gently squeezing and releasing as she moved up and down the shaft.

Dylan groaned and pressed farther into her hand. She continued to ride his thigh, the hard muscles temporarily providing relief. She wanted him deep inside her, his cock stretching the walls of her pussy until she came.

She liked sex, enjoyed the give and take of it all. Some of her past partners did a bit more taking than giving, but she was sure it would not be that way with Dylan. He’d always taken care of her. She could trust him to do the same in the bedroom.

“Come with me.” Cait commanded as she took hold of his hand and led him to the bed.

She brushed aside the card that proclaimed housekeeping had already been by the room and pulled back the covers. She tossed the extra pillows that were more for decoration than actual use to the floor.

Dylan slid a hand around her waist and pulled her backward until her ass rested in the vee of his thighs. He put his other hand on her back and urged her to lean forward.

“Lean over, and put your hands on the bed,” his wicked voice instructed.

Shivers went up and down her spine as she followed his command.

His next words whispered their way across her neck. “Open your legs.”

Pure heat filled Cait’s insides, and her clit grew wet with need. She slid her feet apart and braced herself against the mattress. Dylan’s fingers brushed her damp pussy, and he delved between the lips to insert one finger.

She moaned and gripped the sheets, biting her bottom lip to keep from crying out. He teased her clit with a talented finger, knowing exactly where to stroke her.

His cock was cradled by her buttocks, and she pushed back against it, wanting, needing more of him. “Dylan, please.”

“Please what, baby?”

Her eyes drifted closed as sensation flooded her body. It was so good. Had it ever felt this way?

“I want you to ask for it, Cait.” He slid another finger inside her, stretching her farther. “I want you to beg.”

Cait shook her head. “I won’t beg.”

Dylan removed his fingers, and she nearly cried at the injustice. He brushed her hair aside and nipped the back of her neck. “Yes, you will. You will beg me to fuck you.”

She straightened and turned in his arms. She leaned up to suck his bottom lip into her mouth and scrape it lightly with her teeth. She released it slowly, drawing out the action as long as she could, while her eyes locked with his.

Once his lip was free, she allowed a smile. “Perhaps you will be on your knees pleading with me to let you.”

“That’s entirely possible.” Dylan put his finger against her lip, and she licked it. She could taste herself on his skin.

Dylan’s eyes were stormy with passion as he watched her. “You never fail to surprise me, Cait.”

Cait gave him a flirtatious look. “You called me baby earlier.”

“Did you like that?” His grin was crooked on one side.

She nodded. “Yes.”

From his lips, the endearment was the sexiest thing she’d ever heard. She’d had men call her baby before, but it had felt wrong somehow. With Dylan, it seemed perfect.

His grin widened. “You can call me Master if you like.”

She laughed out loud at that. “In your dreams, maybe!”

Dylan shrugged. “I didn’t figure you would be a sub, but it never hurts to ask.”

Cait’s smile faded. “Are you into that?”

Dylan pressed a quick kiss against her lips. “Relax, baby. We’re not going to do anything you’re not comfortable doing.”

“I’m always open to learning new things.”

Approval beamed on his face. “Maybe later. Right now, I want you on that bed.”

Cait scrambled onto the mattress and waited for him to join her. He put his knee on the bed and lowered his head to her breast. She gasped as his lips enclosed her nipple in his warm mouth. His teeth scraped it into an aching point before he moved to the other.

Dylan’s hand trailed down her belly and between her legs. She opened her thighs, desperate for him to touch her there again. The suction of his mouth at her breast, and his nimble fingers had her moaning in no time.

Dylan climbed onto the bed and twisted so he lay over her, his head pillowed on her breasts. He turned his face up to look at her, and Cait cupped the back of his head. His short hair pricked the delicate skin of her palm.

She’d never been with a man that didn’t have hair long enough for her to run her fingers through. It was a delightful sensation to run her hands over his skull and listen to the rasping sound it made.

Dylan was gorgeous. How could she have resisted him so long?