She was clearly vocalizing a conversation she’d been having in her own head because Dylan had no fucking idea what she was talking about.
Her expression turned shrewd. “Did you make up the whole manwhore reputation so Chris wouldn’t know you were really into dudes?”
Aggravation clamped around his throat, making it difficult to get out his next words. “No, I did not make anything up. I’m sorry to inform you, but I really am a manwhore. I’ve slept with a lot of women, okay? So now let’s get you nice and settled in your room, and I can go back to enjoying the football ga—”
He didn’t get to finish that sentence, because the next thing he knew, Claire was grabbing him by the front of his wifebeater and forcing his head down for a kiss.
Jesus Christ, she was kissing him.
And not a peck, either. This was a kiss. A hot, passionate kiss with a helluva lot of tongue, and the second her mouth latched onto his, the manwhore they’d just been speaking of flew onto the scene like a bull bursting out of a chute.
He immediately took control of the kiss, hands sliding down to cup the firmest ass he’d ever had the pleasure of squeezing, mouth devouring hers like a man starved. Didn’t matter that he’d had an explosive orgasm a few hours ago—his dick was rock-hard and raring to go again, and it wasted no time in rubbing up against Claire’s pelvis and showing her exactly how much he loved women.
She whimpered, clung to the back of his neck. Her mouth tasted like peanut butter and alcohol, and her hair smelled like lavender, the sweet scent teasing his senses.
Dylan knew he had to stop this insanity, yet he couldn’t seem to wrench his mouth away. Claire’s lips were so soft, so warm. Her tongue eagerly explored his mouth, eliciting shockwaves of desire in his body. When she hooked one leg around his hip and he felt the heat of her pussy against his thigh, he groaned with pleasure and started backing her into the wall behind her.
Their mouths were still locked, tongues tangling, and his hands moved from her ass to her waist, sliding down the sexy curve of her hips toward the hem of her dress, which he bunched between his fingers.
He was two seconds from ripping that dress right off her when a gust of reality swooped in and he suddenly realized what he was doing.
And who he was doing it with.
Stumbling back, Dylan muttered a curse and tried to ignore the frenzied beating of his heart. He was still as hard as a concrete block, so hard in fact, he was surprised the heaviness of his cock didn’t tip him right over.
Claire looked as aroused as he felt. Porcelain cheeks sporting a pink blush, lips moist and swollen from the kiss, breasts heaving as she caught her breath.
“What the fuck?” he demanded with a scowl. “Why did you do that?”
She looked flustered. “I…I wanted to see if you were seriously into women.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
“I was curious,” she said defensively.
Dylan set his jaw and took a step toward her. “Has your curiosity been sated?” He lowered his hand to the painful bulge in his sweatpants and cupped his aching dick. “Is this a clear enough answer for you, Claire?”
A pair of wide brown eyes dipped to his groin, flickering with heat that made his cock twitch. As she nodded in response, he could see her pulse hammering in the center of her throat.
Silence descended, broken only by the occasional muffled voices coming from the television in the living room. Aidan was still watching the game then, Dylan noted. Thank fucking God. He would have had a tough time explaining all this if he’d turned around and found Aidan standing there, especially after he’d ordered the other man to keep his hands off Claire.
“Any other experiment you want to try out on me?” he asked, unable to keep the sarcasm out of his tone.
“Um, no. I think I’m good.” Uncertainty washed over her face. “Why did you…why did you kiss me back?”
Million-dollar question right there. He was supposed to hate this woman, not lust over her.
Then again, who said one had anything to do with the other?
“Because I’m a guy,” he finally replied. “When a woman sticks her tongue in my mouth, I react on instinct.”
“Oh. Okay. Right.” She tucked a few strands of dark-red hair behind her ear, then proceeded to spit out a string of rapid sentences that were nearly impossible to keep up with. “Anyway, you were right and I’m crazy exhausted so I’m gonna turn in now but thanks again for everything you did today and I’m sorry for what I did just now but I’m sure I won’t remember it in the morning so do me a favor and don’t remind me of it, okay?”
His head was spinning so fast he felt like he’d just gotten off a Tilt-A-Whirl. “I…yeah, sure, okay. G’night, Claire.”
“’Night, Dylan.”