Hollywood Flirt - Alexa Aston Page 0,28

began racing. Should she really do this? He’d only be the third man she’d slept with. She’d never engaged in something so spontaneous. Sydney’s head told her this was a mistake. That Dash DeLauria was a player, like everything she’d read about him said.

But her heart and body cried out how much she wanted him. Now. Even if only for a few hours.

He entered her bedroom and placed her gently on the bed. His fingers found the zipper on the back of her sundress and slowly lowered it. When it reached the bottom, he glided his hand up her bare back and then slipped a finger under the left strap of the dress.

“Do you want to turn off the lamp?” she asked, suddenly conscious of its glow.

“No. I want to see every inch of you. Touch every place on you.”

She shivered.

“Is that okay?” he asked softly.

Sydney was touched that he would ask. She swallowed then nodded. She couldn’t speak.

Dash peeled the strap away and pushed it aside. His lips replaced where the strap had been. He pressed fervent kisses to her shoulder and then repeated his action on the other side. Slowly, he inched the sundress down to her waist. And stared.

She hadn’t worn a bra under the dress. It was a snug fit and with the spaghetti straps, a bra would’ve ruined the look.

“You are lovely,” he said reverently. He bent and took one breast into his mouth, sucking, laving, grazing his teeth across her nipple. It pebbled in need.

She wrapped her arms around his bent head, her fingers playing with the curly, jet black hair. A stirring deep in her belly had her pressing his face closer and she moaned softly.

Dash lowered her to the bed and slid the sundress past her waist. Sydney lifted her hips to help. He dropped it on the floor. His eyes holding hers, he removed his navy T-shirt. She’d loved how the dark blue of the shirt brought out the ice blue in his eyes. Now, she admired his sculpted torso and washboard abs. He peeled his shorts and briefs down and stepped out of them.

His body took her breath away. He was tall and broad-shouldered and made of lean muscle. A light dusting of dark hair covered his chest, tapering down to his huge erection. Sydney had her doubts if she could accommodate all of him—but she was ready to try.

He grabbed her ankles and pulled, bringing her bottom close to the edge of the bed, with her legs dangling off the side. Dash hovered over her, still standing, her legs on either side of him. His mouth descended to her other breast and he feasted on it, giving it just as much time and care as he had with the first.

Then his tongue dragged down to her belly button, teasing it. Sydney’s hips rose in response. His mouth moved lower and she realized what he was about to do. Before she could protest, he stripped away her panties and his fingers parted her. He lifted his head to watch her as one slid in to stroke her. She caught her breath. His eyes held hers as another finger joined it, slowly circling and caressing her. She swallowed hard and licked her lips, her nails digging into the comforter.

Dash flashed his sexy trademark smile and lowered his head again. His tongue replaced his fingers, moving in and out, causing her to jerk. His hands gripped her hips to anchor her. He delved deeper, driving her to the point of madness. She heard herself saying, “Yes. There. There. Oh, right there. Yes. Yes. Yes!”

Suddenly, violent tremors possessed her as he continued to pleasure her. The little cries she heard sounded as if they came from someone else because she’d never made noises like this in her life. Gradually, the orgasm slowed, leaving her sated and weak.

Dash worked his way back up her body until he was kissing her mouth again. The weakness fled as Sydney felt recharged in an instant. His kisses grew more insistent and she matched him in passion, feeling sexy and powerful for the first time.

He pulled away from her and leaned over the edge of the bed. She watched as he retrieved his shorts and fished out his wallet from the pocket. He removed a small foil packet and tossed the wallet onto her nightstand. She hadn’t even thought about contraception and was glad he’d had the ability to do so. Her brain was mush at this point.