be touched by Dylan? And why do I want it so much?
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
Annoyed and beyond sexually frustrated, I step out of his grip, accidentally running my fingers along his stomach. His towel loosens and before I have time to prepare, it falls to the floor. Until now, I’d forgotten how much I love the sight of him naked. I mean, seriously, wow.
I cough to cover the soft moan that escapes my lips and turn away from him, now facing the open door. We need some space. If I don’t get out of this bathroom right now, I might explode.
Dylan moves behind me and breathes against my ear. I expect him to make another dirty gesture. Instead, he places my toothbrush in my hand.
“You forgot this. Be ready in thirty minutes, or I’m leaving without you.”
Chapter Thirteen
Ash
Willow flips hair over her shoulder and peels back the foil on her burrito. She sinks her teeth into the tortilla, chomping loudly in my ear.
“What are you going to do about Dylan?”
I roll my shoulders. “Nothing, I guess. I don’t know. Our living situation is complicated.”
She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and giggles. “I bet he’s making it hard for you.”
I snort with laughter and almost choke on the rice in my mouth. “You have no idea. I saw him naked this morning.”
She gasps. “Shut. Up.”
I explain how I entered the bathroom in search of toothpaste and got a view that still has me thinking about how good Dylan looks naked.
“I’m so jelly,” she whines. “I wish I was living with all that man candy.”
“Don’t be.”
“Didn’t you say Dylan’s amazing in bed?”
I nod. “He’s a selfish asshole, but he gets off on how many orgasms he can give in one night.”
“Men,” she groans with laughter in her tone. “You could use him for sex if that’s what you want from him.”
I told Willow about Dylan and his impressive skills one day when we were swapping stories about our exes. Dylan, to this day, is still the best I have ever had. From what I have gathered from other women, your first time isn’t usually that memorable. But for me, Dylan was everything. I couldn’t forget him if I tried.
“I can’t go down that road again,” I admit with a sigh. “I never should’ve dated Dylan. It was a mistake. I hated lying to my brother. We both did.”
“What if your brother didn’t care?”
I consider her question and then burst into a fit of laughter. “Yeah, right. Sloan would control every aspect of my life if he could.”
“Dylan is his best friend. He’s already like family. Why would Sloan care if you dated Dylan?”
“Because years ago, when Sloan caught Dylan looking at me, they got into a huge fight and didn’t speak to each other for days.”
“I don’t get it.” She stuffs the last bite of her burrito into her mouth and mumbles, “You would think Sloan would want you to date someone he already trusts instead of some random dude.”
“You don’t know Sloan the way I do. If he had it his way, I would be a nun and living in a convent.”
She giggles and then leans closer, her voice a whisper. “On a serious note, when was the last time you had sex?”
“Umm…” I hold up both hands, running out of fingers as I tick off the number of months since my last boyfriend. “A while ago.”
She rolls her eyes. “Girl, be honest with me.”
“Fourteen months.”
“For real, girl, you could use a little bit of Dylan in you. You better jump on his dick the next time you see him.”
I laugh at her stupidity, hoping no one in the restaurant overheard her. “I’ve lived without him for years.”
“I bet you won’t last another week without hopping into bed with him.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “Wanna bet?”
She flashes a crooked smile and then winks. “Good luck with that.”
“How about a different bet?”
I cock my head to the side. “What do you have in mind?”
She sips her soda from the straw, staring at me across the table. “Have sex with Dylan, because we both know you need it. But, I bet you can’t have sex with Dylan without catching feelings for him.”
I laugh. “You’re so wrong.”
“So, then what’s the problem? It sounds like he’s still attracted to you. And you definitely want to jump his sexy bod. Use him to blow the dust off your lady parts.”
Digging my teeth into my bottom lip, I glance out the window that