“Then open your eyes.”
Sarah hadn’t even realized she’d closed them. When she forced her eyelids open, she found him hovering directly above her, his body propped on his forearms. She felt every inch of him touching her.
“Put your legs around my hips,” he instructed softly.
She didn’t need to be told twice. Slowly, she grasped his hips with her thighs, feeling the rigid length of his erection nudging at her entrance.
“Don’t close your eyes,” Dylan said, his thumb brushing a stray lock of hair away from her face. “Not once.”
Nodding in understanding, Sarah raked her fingernails along his skin, relishing the growl that rumbled up from his chest.
His hips shifted and she felt the head of his cock pushing into her. To her dismay, he didn’t slam into her. No, Dylan tortured her with a sensual, slow pace while he continued to watch her, their eyes locked together as he claimed her body with his.
“Sarah.”
There was a reverence in his tone that made her briefly wonder where this was taking them. Though she’d been all for the explosive sexual romp they’d had years ago, this was so much more than that.
“Fuck,” Dylan groaned. “You feel so good.”
He was filling her, stretching her, igniting all the dormant nerve endings that had gone unused for years, and she needed more. Jerking her hips, trying to lodge him in deeper, Sarah huffed when he pulled his hips back.
His strained chuckle made her smile, despite the fact he was driving her to madness.
“More,” she pleaded.
“Tell me,” Dylan encouraged.
Sarah wasn’t sure what he wanted to hear, but her body was aching for the pleasure only he could bring her, so she didn’t falter when she said, “I need you to fuck me. Hard.”
His eyes flashed, something dark and possessive that sent a shiver of need racing down her spine.
Then Dylan shifted his arm so that he was resting on it while one hand reached for the metal headboard attached to the wall. Then he slammed forward, using the driving force of his hips coupled with the pull of his arm so that he was impaling her deeper. He never pulled out, never withdrew completely, but he managed to fuck her so perfectly Sarah knew she would never be the same.
And for now, she didn’t even care.
chapter TWELVE
THE ONLY THING DYLAN FELT was the glorious way Sarah’s body hugged his. Her arms around his neck, her legs around his hips, her pussy gripping his cock. It was heaven and hell. The pleasure was so intense he didn’t want it to end, but the urge to come was blinding him, making him delirious.
Rolling his hips forward, then back, Dylan continued to glide through her slickness, the smooth walls of her pussy stroking him, squeezing him. He savored every sexy moan, the bite of her fingernails raking down his back, the seductive glimmer in her eyes as she stared back at him.
“Sarah.” He wasn’t going to be able to hold back for much longer. As much as he wanted this to last all fucking night, he was nearing the edge, ready to launch himself over. “Come for me, Sarah.”
With his eyes locked with hers, he saw the passion that swirled in the ocean-blue depths. She was close, but she was holding back the same way he was, wanting to cherish every second. There would be more, he had no doubt, but for now, he couldn’t hold off his release.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” he growled, his chest tightening, his cock pulsing. “Do that again… Squeeze my dick, Sarah.” He growled, the feeling fucking phenomenal. “Oh, yeah. Shit… Gonna … come.”
Gritting his teeth, he fought the urge, but when Sarah’s thighs tightened on his hips, her pussy clasping down on him, the effort was futile.
Sarah’s strangled cry was all it took to send him soaring, his release tearing through him. He grunted and groaned as the pleasure-pain took root, battering him from the inside out. And then, just as fast as it had started, it was over.
Dylan remained right where he was, lodged inside her, staring down at Sarah’s beautiful face. She was smiling up at him, her smooth hands sliding up and down his biceps. He was trying to come up with the right words to say when her sweet voice broke the silence.
“That was a good start,” she whispered.
He barked a laugh, his cock twitching inside her. And when she began to laugh, her muscles clasping his already sensitive dick, he had to pull out of her.
Dropping onto his back, he stared up at the ceiling as he tried to catch his breath. “What now?”
“I’d say we do that again,” she said, propping up on one elbow. “But I think you’ll need some time to recuperate. You’re what? Forty-two? You need, like, two minutes for every year?”
God, he liked this woman. She made him laugh.
“Just a few minutes,” he told her.
“In the meantime,” Sarah said, climbing out of bed and heading for the dresser, “I say we grab some food.”
“Room service,” he muttered, not sure his legs were strong enough to carry him back downstairs.
“Good idea.”
Dylan stayed where he was, distracted by the sight of her getting dressed. He watched as she pulled on a pair of pink boy shorts and a T-shirt before bounding over to the small desk and grabbing the menu.
When she crawled up on the bed, he held up a finger. “Hold that thought.”
Forcing his legs over the edge of the bed, he managed to get to his feet. Once in the bathroom, he closed the door, disposed of the condom, and then went to the sink. Staring at himself in the mirror, he waited for the regret that he expected to hit him, but it never came.
Unlike last time, Dylan didn’t feel bad about what they’d done. He felt … alive. For the first time in a long time, he felt good. Back to the land of the living, no longer stuck in a time warp of despair and misery. Sarah had brought light back into his life and he wanted more of it. He wanted enough to push out all the shadows that had haunted him for so long. He needed her in a way he hadn’t needed anyone. Ever.
That thought scared him because he had needed Meghan. She’d been his wife, his lover, his best friend.
But he wasn’t trying to compare the two women. Not even close. Sarah was… Damn. She was beauty and light, laughter and joy. She made him want things he never thought he’d want again. And he couldn’t regret that. Not even for a second.
Not wanting to keep her waiting, he splashed water on his face, rinsed his mouth with the mouthwash she had on the counter, and returned to find her sitting on the bed, the menu laid out before her.
“You okay?” she asked, her eyes meeting his. There was concern in her gaze, confusion.