Her eyes never left his. “I want you.”
Her admission shocked the shit out of him, leaving him speechless. Before he could respond to that, the waitress returned with their drinks, and Dylan realized he suddenly needed a minute. Being with Sarah again … regardless of where they were… That sounded like heaven to him.
But he did have one stipulation, one he needed to confess to before they did anything more.
The question was, what was she going to think about that?
chapter NINE
NO DOUBT ABOUT IT, SARAH was way out of her league in this club, but she couldn’t help but be affected by the carnality of it all.
At first, when it had dawned on her what Bill had been expecting by bringing her here, she’d been exasperated. Then again, that was partially her own fault because she didn’t have the same attraction to Bill that he possibly had to her. And she wasn’t interested in sleeping with him. Not today, not tomorrow. Not ever. And certainly not here.
But seeing Dylan… Sarah couldn’t help but wonder whether a higher power had allowed this to happen for a reason. When she’d first laid eyes on him, she’d been shocked. He was the last person she’d expected to see tonight, but in the same sense, he’d been her knight in shining armor, saving her from an embarrassing altercation.
Her next thought, once Dylan had saved her from Bill, was that she needed to keep some much-preferred distance between the sexy cowboy and herself. Only she’d remembered what Bill had said.
I can’t leave you alone. You’re my guest. Either you’re with me or you have to leave.
Sarah didn’t want to leave, as stupid or crazy as that sounded. The old Sarah would’ve balked, horrified to be here in the midst of such debauchery. The new-and-improved Sarah was eager to grab life by the balls, so to speak. She wasn’t sure what she thought she could get out of tonight, but she knew that leaving wasn’t her first choice. So, rather than tell Dylan that she would call a cab and go home, she’d been rooted in place, terrified to let this opportunity pass her by.
Although she’d come to a firm decision about staying here with him, it still didn’t explain what he was doing here. What were the chances that he would’ve been at the exact same … sex club?
The chances were highly unlikely, except he was here and so was she.
Unable to contain her curiosity, she turned her attention to him. “Why’re you here?” she asked after the waitress placed their drinks on the table and Dylan once again took a seat beside her.
“I needed to get out,” he offered, his eyes not meeting hers.
“And this is where you spend your time?”
“First time here.”
She got the impression he was telling the truth, although she wasn’t sure why. She felt entirely out of place with all that was going on around her, but Dylan… He seemed to fit in. And the way he’d spoken to her a short while ago … the memory of his words made her insides tingle.
Shrugging off the sexual haze, she asked, “So why tonight?”
His dark eyes lifted to meet hers, and she saw a world of emotion there, things she couldn’t quite explain echoing in the chocolate-brown depths.
Dylan took a drink, swallowed slowly, then set his glass back on the table. “You want the truth?”
“Always,” she told him.
“I came because I knew you were spending the weekend with Bill.”
Sarah frowned. She wasn’t sure what that had to do with anything.
He must have noticed her confusion because Dylan added, “I figured I needed a distraction.”
That comment brought back the memory of the night they’d been together.
Just go. No apologies necessary. I know what this was. A distraction.
Was he saying that now he needed a distraction from her? Or that he simply used sex as a distraction?
“But you’re here now,” Dylan said as he leaned closer. “And quite frankly, you’re the only distraction I need.”
Sarah wasn’t sure how she felt about that.
“However, there are some things you need to know about me.”
Things? That didn’t sound good.
“This place…”
Sarah waited, watching the way his eyes scanned the room. When he didn’t continue, she filled in for him. “You like this? You get off on this?”
His eyes met hers. “I do.”
“Which part?”
“All of it.”
“Do you”—she dropped her gaze to her glass—“engage in these types of encounters?”
He didn’t answer, so she was forced to look at him again.
“I have, yes.”
Sarah had to look around, wanting desperately to understand what he was telling her. “So, you’re into threesomes?” She turned back to him. “You like to be with men, too?”
“No, I don’t like to be with men, but yes, I’m into threesomes. Sharing a woman.”
Two men?
Her eyes wandered again, and the warmth of Dylan’s body pressed against her back once again as he turned her to face the activities taking place.
“Imagine you’re that woman,” Dylan whispered, his tone dark and sensual. “And that’s me on my knees, my tongue buried in your pussy, licking you … slowly.”
A shiver danced down her spine.
“And the other man …he’s a friend of mine. And his sole responsibility is to pleasure you.”
Sarah watched as the man kneeling between the woman’s legs stood and the other guy traded places with him. It didn’t take much effort to imagine Dylan’s “friend” slipping between her thighs, his tongue lapping at her clit…
Holy crap.
“And now, while he’s eating your pussy and fucking you with his fingers, I’d slide my dick between your soft lips…”
Sarah had to cross her legs to ease the ache that had taken up residence there. Her imagination ran wild, and she found herself wanting it.
“It’s okay to experiment, Sarah,” he said softly, gently. “Two men focused only on you, eager to make you moan and beg for more.”
Okay, so it was hot to watch and she wasn’t opposed to the idea. As a fantasy. As for reality … she wasn’t sure.
She turned her attention back to Dylan.
Thinking for some reason that she should be pissed, but finding herself more than a little intrigued, Sarah continued to sit there, ogling the scrumptious man outfitted in a pair of well-worn Wranglers that hugged his tight butt, a snug black T-shirt, and boots. The outfit, when she’d first seen him tonight, reminded her of the night he’d shown up at her house. In fact, it looked exactly the same, the black cotton molded to his well-defined chest and large biceps.
Other memories of that night emerged. Like the reminder that, by walking away, Dylan had told her in no uncertain terms that he hadn’t wanted anything to do with her.
She’d been right that night. He’d used her as a distraction, the same as she’d used him. Only she doubted Dylan had thought about her since. Sarah, sadly, had spent too many lonely nights thinking about him.