Heartland (True North #7) - Sarina Bowen Page 0,51

I need him to just take it.

To take me.

He slides a hand down my body, and I hold my breath. That crafty hand slides right over my panties and between my legs. It’s so perfect that I moan out loud this time.

“Fuck,” he murmurs against my mouth.

He toys with the elastic of my panties, and I tremble harder. “Please.” It’s barely a whisper, but somehow it came from me.

He groans and tugs the panties roughly down my legs. I’m already kicking them away. And then I’m absolutely naked beneath Dylan Shipley.

Finally.

“Fuck,” he whispers again. I feel how fast he’s breathing, almost as fast as I am. “Tell me you want this.” He kisses my neck.

I lift my chin, giving him access. But I can’t say it out loud. That’s how it is with me. I have wanted this since before I even learned the words for some of the things I desired.

But a girl who was slapped just for asking for things can’t just change overnight.

“Chass,” he begs between kisses.

I lift his chin, aligning our mouths and drinking him in. I need him to take me back to that tongue-tangled crazy place where nobody speaks. Not with words, anyway.

“Chass,” he groans against my tongue. “What do you want?”

I take a big breath. You. I want you. The words are stuck inside me.

When his hand catches my flailing one in his, I seize the chance. I take that hand and push it between my legs.

I cannot believe I just did that.

But the puff of shame is almost immediately replaced by thick fingers spreading my legs apart. They stroke, just once, and that’s all it takes to make my point. Because I am unbelievably, embarrassingly drenched.

The sound Dylan makes in response is deep and desperate. We’re kissing again. Our teeth click and scrape as we devour each other with a ferocity that stuns me. Dylan’s finger does a slow circle through the slippery heat of my pussy and my kiss stutters beneath his mouth.

No hand besides my own has ever touched me like that, and I’m astonished by how sharp and achy my desire is. My body throbs and my breasts ache and I can’t remember to breathe. “Dylan!” I whimper shamelessly. I clench my thighs together, reaching for something that isn’t there.

He moans into my mouth again. And then I lose both his tongue and touch completely. I take a much-needed gulp of oxygen as he shoves his underwear down and off his body.

A moment later we’re lying side by side with nothing on. Not even the sheet. Dylan looks enormous without his clothes—all bulging muscle and sun-warmed skin.

The only thing left between us is the serious look in his eyes, and all my grasping desperation.

Nineteen

Dylan

Chastity reaches for me, as if she’s afraid we’ll lose our momentum. But I’m made of momentum right now, and I honestly need a second to calm down. So I kiss her cheekbone instead of her mouth.

Her lush body is laid out beside me, and I’m so hard it hurts. I don’t really know how we ended up here, and tomorrow I’ll probably regret it.

No—not tomorrow. I’ll probably regret this by lunchtime. But it doesn’t seem to matter. We’re like a boulder rolling downhill, fast and dangerous. And I don’t know the last time I felt like this—totally desperate and lost.

I turn away and fish my jacket off the floor. From a pocket, I retrieve one of the condoms I always carry. Because I’m a filthy opportunist. I hold it up between two fingers to show Chastity.

Her chin bobs in a quick nod.

I almost add, you sure? Except I know in my gut that she is. The reason my body is on fire right now is because my friend mauled me almost as aggressively as I mauled her. Chastity’s cheeks are pink and her glorious chest rises and falls with each rapid breath.

I want what everyone else has, she’d said. Well, I’m the guy who can deliver that. Thoughtless sex and fun times are pretty much all I have to offer the world.

So I tear open the packet and roll the condom down my aching cock. This is madness. I’m ninety-eight percent sure that Chastity has never had sex before.

What am I even doing?

“Dylan?” she breathes. Maybe she’s finally come to her senses. Except she’s rolling onto her back, and spreading her legs on the sheets. I can’t look away. And now there’s literally nothing between us except a condom and the thinnest filament of my