Indigo Nights: A Sexy, Contemporary Romance (33 page)

He smiled and turned his attention back to the lock as I started to undo the buttons on my coat. My skin burned where I needed him to touch me.

He held the door open and I stepped inside, shrugging my coat off as I walked. The hallway was long and dark. The door slammed behind us and the room went black as the corridor light cut off. The atmosphere shifted and I could almost taste the lust flickering between us. I turned and felt the heat rolling off Dylan’s body. I pushed my hands up under his coat and suit jacket, slipping them over his shoulders. He shrugged them off as I trailed my palms back down over the contours of his chest. He hissed as I went lower, finding him hard and wanting.

“I’ve missed this,” I whispered.

He pushed his palms against my breasts. “I’ve missed these.”

I laughed. “I’ve been keeping them safe for you.”

My giggle was curtailed as he pulled open my blouse, scattering buttons across the floor. Pushing my breasts up and together, he bent and took a lace-covered nipple in his mouth, scraping his teeth across the puckered flesh, then sucking and soothing them against his tongue. I moaned. “You feel so good.”

My fingers fumbled over the button at the back of my skirt. I released it and the skirt slid down my legs. Dylan’s hand found my sex instantly, grinding his palm against my clit.

I pulled at his shirt. I needed us naked already. We were a flurry of hands and mouths and fingers and tongues, pulling and grabbing, sucking and biting.

When we were both naked apart from my panties, Dylan reached around my ass and lifted me up, his hard cock rubbing against my clit as I wrapped my legs around him. “Come on. I need to see you to believe you’re real.” He pushed open the door to our right. “Shit. Bathroom.”

I laughed as he tried the next one. “Fuck.” A closet. I circled my hips, desperate to pull him into me. “Where’s the fucking bedroom?”

Inside the next room was what we were looking for. “Thank fuck for that.” He leaned forward, releasing me onto the bed, grabbing my ankles, and pulling me to the edge of the mattress. He pulled at my panties. “I need to be inside you; are you ready? Please be ready.”

I pressed my hand to his, palm against palm, and pulled him over me. “I’m ready. So ready.”

“Fuck, condom,” he spat as he moved away from me but I wouldn’t let go of his hands.

“Do we need one?” I asked. Was he tested regularly? I was on the pill.

His eyes widened, looking right at me. “I was tested a month or so ago. Are you—”

“I want to feel you with nothing between us,” I said. He didn’t need to be convinced.

I moaned as he pushed me up the mattress with his first thrust. I’d forgotten how big he was, and how needy his fucking was, as if he couldn’t get enough. He stilled deep inside me, panting against my neck. “Did I hurt you?”

“I’m so wet for you, I can take it.”

He groaned and dragged himself out of me. I felt the loss of him as he retreated. I clasped his ass, trying to pull him back. I needed him to fill me, wanted him as close as possible. He looked at me and slowly pushed back inside, more controlled this time. The concentration strained across his face. I smoothed his scrunched brows with my fingertips. “You feel so good.”

I squeezed my muscles around him.

“If you do that I’m gonna come in a nanosecond. I want this to be good for you,” he said.

“You’re always good for me,” I whispered.

He closed his eyes sleepily as if I’d just given him the best gift in the world.

I pulled him on top of me, then pushed him to his back while he was still inside me.

I circled my hips and he lay back, his arms reaching for my breasts. He pinched both nipples between his thumb and forefinger and spikes of pleasure ran up my spine. I threw my head back and gasped.

“You are so beautiful.”

“Are you talking to my boobs?” I grinned as I slid my hips up to meet his, resting my hands on his chest.

“Jesus, that’s deep.” His hands slipped to my waist, his thumbs circling my hipbones.

“I feel it, baby.” I rocked back and forward. I loved the way that he didn’t seem to know where to look. His eyes roamed my body as if he were trying to pick his favorite part.

“So fucking beautiful. I don’t ever want to be without you again.”

His words woke my orgasm, fizzing around my edges. “I know. I need more.”

His fingers pressed deeper into my skin, pulling me closer, deeper and faster. My limbs weakened with desire. And of course he knew. He understood my body better than anyone.

He flipped me over onto my back and took over. “Like this, my sweet?” I arched, bringing us closer. The shift in angle made us both gasp.

“Beth, I’m so close.”

I could only look at him in response as my climax pushed through every part of me.

“Oh God,” he called out as he watched me shiver and shake beneath him as he emptied himself into me.

His arms collapsed, and he fell, leaning all his weight on me. I was pinned and loved it. I smoothed my hands over his back and breathed in the musky smell that was unmistakably him.

“I love you,” he mumbled into my neck.

“I know,” I replied, tightening my legs around him.

He shifted to his side, pulling me with him, staying inside me. “I’m never leaving.” He hitched my leg up over his waist and his hips rocked soothingly backward and forward. I reached between us for my still-throbbing clit.

“Hey, I’ve warned you about that.” He batted my hand away and took over, circling a single finger around the nub of nerves. “Such a greedy girl,” he whispered. “But I want to give you everything.”

Within seconds, the urge to climax was on me again. His fingers on my clit were too much, and as he thickened within me, my skin tightened and my breathing hitched. His movements were still small and intense as he watched me, but it was as if every possible feeling was concentrated and more profound.

I trailed my fingers down his chest, enjoying the heat transferring between us. I wanted to share everything I could with him. I squeezed him and he groaned. “You’re so perfect.”

“Dylan.” I wasn’t perfect and I didn’t like that that was how he saw me. I could only let him down. “You know that’s not true.”

He continued to rock in and out of me. “What I know is that you’re perfect for me.”

The beginning of my orgasm rumbled at the base of my spine. I got it now. Perfect for each other didn’t mean getting everything right, it just meant not giving up, trusting each other and being in it forever.

Dylan’s fingers changed direction and I squirmed against his touch, wanting to hold off my orgasm, wanting to stay like this for a while.

“You don’t need to save them,” he said, reading my thoughts. “Our future is just going to get better and better in every way.” He sped up his hip movements and bent toward me, licking a hot, damp line across my collarbone as I threaded my hands through his hair. “I’m going to spend the rest of our lives making you feel like this.”

I believed him. He loved me. I just had to let him, feel worthy and love him right back.

I molded into him and let my climax overtake me, flowing from my skin and across his as he jerked inside me, calling my name over and over.

He felt like mine.

He felt like forever.

Beth

“It makes more sense for you to be in Chicago,” I said as Dylan handed me the strawberries. We were having
another
conversation about where we were going to live.

I poured the cream into my mixer and started the machine. I was making strawberry and white chocolate hearts
mille-feuille
. Puff pastry was a killer, but the first batch I’d made this morning was the best I’d ever done. I was trying out recipes for a new cable cooking show launching in the UK in four months that had given me a dozen fifteen minute slots. Baking was no longer about my past. It was all about my future. Our future.

Dylan grabbed a strawberry from the bowl beside me. “You have this new show, so it makes more sense for me to be where you are.” In the weeks since we’d been back together, Dylan hadn’t been back to Chicago and I hadn’t questioned it, wanting everything to stay as it had been. Dylan had barely been back to his apartment. He certainly hadn’t slept there. We’d spent every night together, and I couldn’t imagine anything else. If that meant I had to move to Chicago, then so be it.

“But be practical, that’s where your business is.”

“But you’re here. You’re happy here and that’s what’s
most
important to me. And now that the Redux deal has gone through, Raf and I need to be on top of things. I can make London work.” He checked his messages, dropping the discussion as if it were a done deal.

“Well, maybe for six months or something.” I stopped the mixer and waited for Dylan to respond.

He looked up at me. “We’re not living in the fifties. I can do what I need to by video conference. People are used to it now. It’s not such a big deal. I want you to be happy, and I can always fly back when I need to. Raf’s cool about it.”

“You’ve spoken to him?”

He shrugged. “Of course.”

“Before you spoke to me?”

“Beth, I’ve seen you with your family. It’s important to you to be here with them. As much as I love Chicago, it’s just a city to me. This is your home. Anyway, I like the thought of our kids having British accents.” He pulled me to his chest. “Have I told you how much I like you in this apron?”

I ignored his perverted apron obsession. “Kids?”

“Yeah, I was thinking five or six, but maybe six is too many.”

“Oh yeah, but five is perfectly fine? You don’t have to push them out of your vagina.”

“We can start with one and see how we go.” Dylan threaded his fingers through mine and traced his thumb across my wrist.

“Okay then.” I rested against his chest. “But not yet. I’m young and . . .” I’d thought about having kids in the abstract. Spending time with Sophia and Maggie convinced me I wanted children but it wasn’t something that I saw happening to me in the near future. Life fundamentally changed when kids came along. Dylan and I would be together forever, but I just wasn’t ready to share him yet.

“I’d like a few years just you and me, if I’m honest,” Dylan said, echoing my own thoughts. “We can borrow Maggie or Sophia if we want to practice. But let’s spend a few years married on our own. I’ve not tasted everything you can bake yet.”

I laughed. “Did you just propose?”

Dylan shook his head. “Nope. You’ll know when I do. I haven’t bought a ring yet.”

“Okay then.” I frowned. “What if I want to propose to you?”

“Well, I guess we’ll see who gets there first.” He kissed me on the forehead.

“Okay then.” I looked up at him and stroked his jaw. “Dylan?”

“Yes, my sweet?” He dropped a small kiss on my lips.

“Will you marry me?”

He smiled and shook his head. “You a little impatient?”

I turned in his arms. “Always.”

“Me too, baby, me too. But I’m not answering that question, so you’re just going to have to wait until I have a ring. Anyway, though I hate to interrupt this moment, I smell something burning.”

“Shit.” I pulled out of his arms and raced to the oven. “Holy crap. I knew it was a fluke. I’m hopeless at pastry.”

Dylan slid one arm around my waist and turned off the oven with the other. I looked up into his indigo eyes.

“You’re perfect, for me,” he said, kissing my neck. “You don’t need to get everything right the first time. We learn more from our mistakes than we do our victories.”

I smiled, grateful I had Dylan to remind me not to be too hard on myself, or him, whenever I forgot. Neither of us was perfect but we were perfect for each other.

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