The Rivals - Dylan Allen Page 0,42

I lick her from the tender spot above her pucker all the way to her clit, and I pull it into my mouth. I suck hard, soft, flick my tongue, nip with my teeth until I know what she needs. And then, I eat her until she comes. Her hands fist in my hair even while she squirms away from my mouth. I press my palm to the center of her stomach and hold her in place and suck her clit until she screams my name. I want to beat my chest and throw her over my shoulder.

I stand up and stare down at her.

She’s slumped against the wall like a rag doll. Her hair is spilling free of the pins she used to put it up and now curling strands lay tousled all around her shoulders.

“That was …” She sighs and eyes me lazily out of half-open eyes.

“Yeah, it was … crazy,” I say and tuck my shirt back into my trousers and fasten them.

She pouts.

I tug her dress straps up over her shoulders and cover her breasts.

“You’re killing my dreams,” she complains, a frown puckering a swollen, sultry mouth.

“What dreams are those?”

“Ones where you’re not getting dressed and pulling my dress back in place,” she says in a sexy tone.

“It’s bad enough that I carried you off the dance floor and fucked you in a utility closet with a door that doesn’t close properly,” I remind her.

Her face flashes a hot red and she sits up and crosses her arms over her chest and looks over my shoulder at the door.

“Oh my God, it’s a swinging door, Hayes. What if someone saw us?” she asks.

“Then, they got a fucking great show,” I say and run the tip of my finger over the gentle slope of her lips.

“I’m only getting dressed so I can carry you up to my room. I think walking through the lobby would turn our tryst into flagantre delicto.”

“In what?” she asks

“It’s Latin. Translated literally, it means a blazing offense,” I tell her with a smile. “These days it’s sort of synonymous for walking around in a state of undress.” I start to lift her and she stiffens and puts her hands on my bicep to stop me.

“I can walk. You can’t be carrying me everywhere,” she says. Her brows are drawn and she looks ready to argue. I kiss her, and she melts against me. I scoop her up and hold her to my chest, and her arms go around my neck. I take one last sip of her and then break our kiss. A satisfied smile stretches across her sexy lips and the protest she put up a second ago is gone. I kick the door open and step out into the hallway and start toward the rear of the villa.

“The elevator is that way.” She points a graceful finger in the opposite direction.

“We’re not taking the elevator,” I inform her.

“Why not?”

“It’ll take too long.” I wink and start up the narrow stairs to my room.“I’m in a hurry.”

ANDIAMO

CONFIDENCE

“That was so beautiful, Hayes.” I watch in awe as his fingers skip across the ivory keys of the piano and then stop.

“Thank you. My aunt Gigi taught me, and even though my hands are big, it came naturally.”

We’re seated at the piano, and Hayes is peeling back even more layers. He plays the piano beautifully. “So, this is like your last hurrah, too?” I ask with a waggle of my eyebrows.

“I wouldn’t have thought of it that way, actually, but you’ve definitely put the hurrah into this trip.” He waggles his thick brows back to me and gives my hand a squeeze.

“Well, I’m glad I could be of service.” I snuggle into him. We’re waiting for our airport shuttle in the lobby. Our flights are a couple hours apart, but we’re heading to the airport early to avoid the larger crowds leaving later this afternoon.

Cass is asleep on the little divan in the corner. Her black fedora is pulled down over her eyes and she’s got her sunglasses on.

“She had a good weekend.” Hayes nods in her direction.

“So did I,” I say. “Who would have known that you are such a Renaissance Man, Hayes.”

He presses a finger to my lips and looks around the room. “Shh… I like them being a little afraid of me.” He laughs and I admire the way his shirt bunches around broad shoulders when they shake with laughter. I want to soak up every detail.

“I can’t believe we’re leaving