“You drive,” he told her now.
“Me?” Her head turned as she took in the truck. “Really?”
He nodded, then led her around to the driver’s side. He tipped the valet, then held the door for Sarah. “I wanna see how hot you look behind the wheel.”
The smile she gifted him with made his dick jump. He fought the urge to crush her between the door and his big body; instead, he helped her up into the seat, doing his best to keep from touching the smooth skin of her trim thighs.
He watched as she reached down and pulled off her shoes, setting them on the seat beside her. When she looked back at him, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes wide.
Holy. Fucking. Hell.
“Just like I thought,” he whispered loudly enough for her to hear. “So fucking hot.”
Closing the door, he made his way around the truck. Dylan felt weird climbing into the passenger seat, but he had to admit, Sarah looked damn fine behind the wheel. In that gold dress, the hem resting high on her creamy thighs, his jacket dwarfing her… His dick was definitely taking notice.
Her small hands caressed the steering wheel somewhat lovingly. “I’ve always loved this truck. I still remember the first time I saw it. I didn’t even know it was yours until a few days later.”
“I thought you used the truck as an excuse to talk to me,” he said.
Sarah chuckled. “Actually, I used you as a way to get to see the truck.”
He laughed. Of course she had.
“Where’re you stayin’?” he asked when she pulled out of the parking lot of Devotion.
Her eyes slid over to him briefly before returning to the road. When she mumbled the name of the resort hotel, Dylan couldn’t help but laugh.
“What?”
“That guy’s a douche.”
“Thanks,” she muttered. “As if I don’t feel bad enough already.”
“Why’d you decide to go out with him anyway?”
“I don’t know.” Her tone told him that she was serious.
“Were y’all dating? Be honest with me this time.”
“Sort of. We went to dinner a few times. Nothing more than that.” She sighed. “No, we weren’t really dating. I was … using him.”
A small growl rumbled in his chest and he couldn’t hold it back.
“Not like that,” she said, shooting him a sideways glance. “I didn’t sleep with him. I couldn’t. Didn’t want to. But he was nice and he really seemed to like me. Or so I thought.”
Dylan couldn’t ignore the fact that it pleased him that she hadn’t slept with Bill. Not to mention the fact that she’d ditched him tonight. It meant Dylan had another chance with her. Maybe. Still, he couldn’t believe Bill had been out with her a few times and thought Devotion, of all places, would be a place she’d want to go. Although, given the right circumstances, he could definitely see her losing her inhibitions in a place like that. But not with a man she didn’t know.
Admittedly, when she’d said she needed to leave, Dylan had been slightly disappointed. Not that it wasn’t for the best, because spending a night in that club with Sarah… Dylan wasn’t na?ve. He knew what would’ve happened. What he wanted to happen. But he knew Sarah well enough that he wouldn’t have liked the outcome tomorrow. She probably would’ve ditched him and never spoken to him again.
“And in case you’re wondering,” she said as she turned onto a side road, “I’m not put off by what you told me.” Her eyes darted over to him briefly. “About the threesome.”
His dick twitched.
“I would like to go back there sometime. I just…” She gripped the steering wheel hard. “I couldn’t see being there while Bill was. It kinda grossed me out.”
That made Dylan laugh. It was completely understandable though.
He was shocked a few minutes later when they pulled into the resort, coming to a stop near the front doors. He’d recognized the name but hadn’t seen the place before. It was impressive.
A valet immediately came out to greet them as Sarah was slipping on her shoes. She gave him a quick look before passing the keys over to the young man.
Dylan assumed that was her way of telling him that he wasn’t leaving tonight. A good thing, since he wasn’t sure he could’ve walked away from her right now if he’d had to.
Once they were inside, Dylan took her hand and started toward the checkin desk. “Just so you’re not uncomfortable,” he told her, “let me get a room.”
“Wait,” Sarah said, jerking on his hand.
Dylan stopped walking, then peered down at her. Her eyes darted from the lobby to him and back.
“What’s wrong?”
“If they see me with you…”
His forehead creased as he tried to figure out what she was inferring. Then it hit him. He laughed, he couldn’t help it. “What do you care what they think?”
Sarah studied him for a moment, then slapped his arm playfully. “I was here with another guy a couple of hours ago.”
“So?”
“Dylan.” The way she dragged out his name made him want to pull her into his arms.
He didn’t.
“So you want me to leave?” he asked.
Her wide blue eyes locked on his face, and Dylan wondered what she was thinking.
“No,” she said quietly. “I think it’d be best if you stay with me tonight.”
He lifted an eyebrow.
“I have double beds,” she added quickly. “So don’t get any ideas, hot shot.”
Double beds? That was strange considering Bill had invited her.
Unable to stop himself, he smiled as he brushed the backs of his fingers over her cheek. Her skin was so soft, so smooth. He wanted to put his lips where his fingers touched, then he wanted to trail them over every inch of her to see if she was as soft all over.
“Come on,” Sarah said, taking his hand in hers. “Let’s get some coffee.”
Coffee? Well, okay then.
Dylan allowed her to steer him through the massive hotel to a coffee shop that appeared to be open twenty-four hours. Sarah led the way to the counter, her eyes sliding over to him every so often. If he didn’t know better, Dylan would think she was nervous. Funny, considering where they’d been a mere hour ago.
While standing in line, it was obvious she was trying to look interested in the menu on the wall, but Dylan knew better. She was simply trying not to look at him. It gave him a minute to think about where they were and what he was doing. There was a strange sensation in his gut. Was it nerves? Anxiety? Whatever it was, he didn’t like the feeling.
When it was finally their turn and the barista smiled and asked what they’d like, Sarah released his hand and stepped up to the counter. “Just a small coffee, please.”
“Two,” Dylan noted. “Two small coffees.”
“Please,” Sarah tacked on, making Dylan and the woman behind the counter smile.
She was so damn sweet.
The entire time they stood there, she never once turned her head to look at him. When she pulled out her credit card, he beat her to it, handing the woman a twenty-dollar bill and then taking his change. He dumped the change into the tip jar beside the register, then followed Sarah.
“Generous tip,” she muttered.