Fall to Pieces (18 page)

Only him.

He shoved the thought out of his head. This
was just sex, he reminded himself. The fact that he had a closer
connection with Sadie than he’d had with any partner in recent
history didn't mean he needed to get carried away with it.

"Let's see what else turns you on," he
murmured against the smooth skin of her chest.

He slid his fingers in and out in slow, lazy
thrusts as he dipped his head to capture a hard nipple. He rolled
it between his lips, teased her with his tongue before sucking it
hard.

Her pussy spasmed around his fingers so hard
his cock gave an answering jerk. He sucked again, then turned his
attention to the other breast until her nipples were wet, rock
hard, and a deep, cherry red against the paleness of her skin.

"Please," Sadie murmured, her hips rocking
against his hand, trying to rub her clit against the base of his
palm as he deliberately withheld the pressure he knew would push
her right over the edge.

He wanted her to say it, tell her exactly
what she wanted, what she needed. "Please what?"

"Please touch me," she moaned, her fingers
digging into the bunched muscles of his shoulders.

"I am touching you," he whispered teasingly
against the soft undercurve of her breast, as he slowly twisted his
fingers inside of her.

"God," her hips rocked again, her body
squeezing him, drawing him deeper inside. "It's so good, but it's
not enough. I need you to touch me..."

Almost unconsciously she reached down between
her own legs, parted the lips of her sex and slid her middle finger
over the plump, wet bud of her clit. The only reason he didn't come
right then and there was because he'd come in her mouth just
minutes ago.

Otherwise the sight of her fingers, stroking
her wet, sensitive flesh, and his, soaked with the evidence of her
need as he slid them in and out of her, would have had him coming
all over the sheets. He could see the muscles clenching in her
stomach, feel her tighten around him, and knew she was close.

Mouth watering, he slid his body lower, bent
his head and nudged her fingers aside. As hot as it was watching
her get herself off, he wanted to get her off even more.

He closed his lips over her clit, sucked it
firmly between his lips as he pressed his fingers even deeper,
stroking her inside and out until she was crying out, her hands
tangling in his hair as her body jumped and shuddered against his
face.

He didn't stop, unable to tear his mouth from
her. Savoring her taste, the way she pulsed against his tongue as
the shudders faded.

A helpless sound erupted from her throat as
she made a half-hearted attempt to pull away. Dylan clamped his
free hand around her hip in a grip that let her know she wasn't
going anywhere. He was relentless, sucking, licking, stroking until
she was once again hovering on the edge, every sinew pulled tight
as she teetered on the brink.

###

I'm dying.
That was the last thought
Sadie had before she splintered into a million pieces. There was no
way her body could physically withstand this much pleasure.

Yet when she drifted back to herself, she
found she was very much alive. Alive and in Dylan's bed, sprawled
across his chest as he skimmed his hand lazily up and down her
back.

And another part of him, not so lazy, pulsing
insistently against her stomach.

Unbelievably, she felt a quickening in her
core at the feel of his huge, hot erection. At the thought that
while she was all but boneless with satisfaction, he was rock hard,
straining against her with need.

Need for her.

She pushed herself up on her elbow while her
other hand stole between their bodies. She kept her gaze locked on
his face as her fingers closed around him. Granite hard and
throbbing as if he hadn't just come in her mouth not long before.
The memory of his hot, salty taste on her tongue sent a wave of
heat through her.

His sharp gasp, the clenching of his stomach
muscles as she stroked him, was enough to make her pulse throb
between her thighs. She lifted her gaze to meet his, thought she
was going to go up in flames at the heat there.

She studied his face, drinking in every
reaction to her touch, every groan, every sharp gasp, every
whispered curse.

Though she could feel him vibrating with
need, he made no move to roll her to her back, no move to reach for
the bedside drawer to find a condom.

Instead he lay still under her, let her have
her way as she explored his body.

And what a body it was, she couldn't help but
marvel. So big, every inch of him rippling with muscle. Every inch
of him perfect, save for the random scars marring his chest, and
the larger patch of gnarled skin along his right hip and thigh.

She felt a little twinge as her hand brushed
along its knotty surface, thinking about his wound, how terrifying
it must have been for him when it happened.

The thought quickly fled as he shifted
slightly underneath her, rocking his hips so her knees fell along
either side of his thigh.

She sucked in a breath as he bent his leg so
the thick muscle rubbed against her core. Her head fell back as she
ground herself against him. His cock throbbed in her hand, and she
was suddenly overcome by the need to have him inside of her.

She pushed herself up and reached into the
bedside table to retrieve a condom. She held it out to him, and he
gave a little shake of his head against the pillow. "Suit me
up."

She stole another moment to just drink him
in, that sexy smile that softened his chiseled features, the acres
of muscle and tanned skin against white, rumpled, sheets.

After this—whatever they were doing—ended, at
least she could claim without exaggeration that she'd once had sex
with the most physically perfect man on earth.

For a split second she felt a surge of
melancholy, knowing that in the end all she'd have left were
bragging rights.

She shoved the thought aside, reminding
herself to focus on right here, right now.

And right here, right now, Dylan was
stretched out under her like a feast, his hot gaze drinking her in,
his huge cock pulsing insistently.

With hands that only shook a little she
ripped open the packet and fit the condom over the broad head. She
raised up on her knees, loving the way his big, callused hands felt
as they wrapped around her hips, holding her steady as she
positioned him against the opening of her sex.

She arched her back, moaning as she sank down
on him, her body stretching and yielding as his shaft slid against
her swollen, sensitive tissues.

"That's it," he rumbled under her, his
fingers pressing firmly against her hips, "take me. Take all of
me."

She let out a harsh moan and did exactly
that, sinking down on him until her ass was pressed against the
hard muscles of his thighs. He lay still under her as she started
to move in slow, deep strokes, up and down, relishing the thick
slide as she rose on her knees until she held only the tip of him
before sliding back down in one, smooth slide.

"You are so fucking sexy," he groaned,
sliding his hands up to cover her breasts as she rode him. Soon his
hips were rocking under hers, meeting every down stroke of her
hips. The room filled with the sound of their sharp breath, their
throaty groans as their movements grew more urgent.

Sadie could feel him swelling inside her,
knew he was close. As though he sensed she wasn't quite there with
him, he slid one hand from her hip and slid it between her
legs.

Blood roared in her ears as she watched his
thumb burrow into her folds, felt the sharp spike of pleasure as he
pressed a firm caress against her clit.

"Yes," he hissed. "Come with me. I want you
to—" his voice broke on a strangled moan as he went still and stiff
against her.

Sadie moaned as he circled her clit, ground
herself against him, her body clenching and pulsing around him as
her own release crashed over her.

###.

Dylan pulled her down against him, coiled his
fingers in her hair as he waited for his breath to come back, for
his heart to stop racing like he was on the verge of a heart
attack.

As she settled against him, he held her there
with one hand cupping the curve of her ass, the other buried in the
thick waves of her hair.

His eyes drifted closed as an unfamiliar
sensation washed over him. Something more than the muscle-weakening
satisfaction he felt after sex. It was different than just
satisfaction. It felt like... peace.

He felt...

Content.

Like he never wanted to get out of this bed,
never wanted to let go of the soft weight of Sadie, resting in his
arms.

The thought sent a rush of uneasiness to his
gut, sent the contentment running for the hills.

Just sex. Great sex. Sex like you haven't
had for a long time. Maybe ever. But still just sex. And when you
only have a couple of weeks left before you head out, you have no
business trying to make it anything more.

Sadie stirred against him and lifted her
head. Her eyes were heavy, a satisfied smile on her soft lips. She
leaned up and pressed her lips against his in a slow kiss that made
his toes curl.

She lifted her head, stroked her thumb along
the crease between his brows and asked the question every male on
the planet dreaded.

"What are you thinking?"

A thousand answers spun in his head. One came
to the forefront.
I'm thinking that I feel better with you here
than I have in a long time, maybe ever. I'm thinking that for the
first time since I got hurt I don't feel like my skin is shrinking
around me, like there is no right place for me in the world except
for right here.

He shook off the crazy thoughts and pasted a
smile on his face. "I'm thinking we better eat something so we'll
have enough energy for round two."

Sadie watched as he slipped from the bed, her
eyes greedily taking in every tanned, muscled inch of him as he
went to his dresser and retrieved a pair of shorts.

"I'll be out in a second," she said, and
waited for him to leave before she rose. Silly to be modest now,
she realized, as he'd seen every inch of her up close and personal,
but she'd never been terribly comfortable parading around in the
nude.

Speaking of... she bit her lip as she
realized all of her clothes were scattered around the living room.
She crossed to the small wooden dresser and rummaged through the
drawers and pulled out a t-shirt. Olive green and emblazoned with
the words "Army Strong," it hung halfway down her thighs.

She went to the bathroom, mostly to freshen
up, but also to gather herself before walking out into the bright
lights of the kitchen. As she cleaned up she pushed back a niggle
of disappointment at his glib response to her question about what
he was thinking.

Normally she cringed at asking a man that
question, knowing how dreaded it was. But for a moment there, the
look in his eyes had been so serious, so saturated with emotion.
Once again, she'd gotten the feeling that he was on the verge of
telling her something. Something important.

Not that it was feeding time at the sex
farm.

She splashed cold water on her face and gave
herself a mental shake.
What, did you think he was going to
confess his undying love? That the powers of your magic hoo-ha were
enough to make him rethink his noncommittal ways?

The smell of grilling meat and vegetables
sautéeing greeted her as she walked down the short hallway to the
kitchen. Her stomach growled, loudly.

"Hungry?" He grinned over his shoulder as she
padded into the kitchen.

"Ravenous," she said, and reached over to the
counter to tear off a hunk from the loaf of french bread resting
there.

His gaze ran over her t-shirt clad form from
head to toe.

"I hope you don't mind," she gestured to the
t-shirt as she took a bite of the bread.

"Not at all." His tongue flicked over his
full lower lip as a hunger of an entirely different sort heated his
gaze. "Looks a hell of a lot better on you than it does on me. So
good I'm tempted to let this chicken burn to a crisp so I can
remind myself how much better it looks off of you."

Sadie chuckled and punched him lightly in the
shoulder. "No way. You need to feed me or I'm likely to expire from
all this exertion."

He grinned and slid the chicken breasts from
the grill pan onto two plates. "Can you think of a better way to
go?"

Sautéed peppers and broccoli joined the
chicken breasts and they carried their plates over to the little
table, where Dylan had already set out silverware, napkins, and a
corked bottle of red wine.

Fun. The word reverberated in her head as
they ate their dinner, drank their wine, and talked about the day.
And it was fun, sitting across from him, talking about things
they'd discussed dozens of times over the past few weeks, but
knowing that tonight was different.

Knowing that tonight, after they finished
their dinner and wrapped up their conversation, Dylan was going to
take her back to that bedroom and rock her world all over
again.

And it was fun, catching his gaze, seeing the
heat there, the desire he didn't bother to keep hidden.

Had it been there all along?

The thought sent a jolt of heat through her,
and almost as quickly she reminded herself not to read anything
into it. As much as she liked Dylan, she knew he lusted for a lot
of women. His wanting to take her to bed didn't make her any more
special than any of them.

Fun. She knew for a fact he'd had a lot of
fun with a lot of women.

"You okay?" he paused with a bite of chicken
halfway to his mouth.