“Thank you, Olivia, really. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you. I was blessed having you as a roommate in college and now living here with you. I’m forever indebted, honestly.”
Olivia let out a laugh. “Now you’re getting overdramatic on me, girl.” She stood up and walked over to grab the movie that Emily rented. She popped it into the DVD player and settled herself back onto the couch with Emily. “Tonight’s a certified ladies’ night.”
Chapter Two
Cream or Sugar
Emily awoke the next morning, her slumberous gaze mesmerized by Dillon’s sleeping body. She rested her head against his warm chest as her mind drifted over their relationship. As with anyone, there were quirks, and he was full of them. She knew she would get used to all of it, but in the meantime, his fast-paced lifestyle was the biggest challenge for her. At first, their differences didn’t seem so big to her because their relationship grew and blossomed in her world. Now that she was coexisting in his, there was a lot she needed to accept.
Trophy girlfriend wasn’t on her top-ten list, and since she’d moved to New York, this was a side of Dillon she was starting to see. From the couple of times she’d gone out with him, it seemed like he was parading her around to the few friends of his that she’d met. Over the last few weeks, she also noticed a possessive shift in his demeanor. Sometimes it was cute—in a boyfriend kind of way—but most times, it was overbearing and confusing. Nonetheless, in that moment, as her senses soaked in all of the good he had done for her, Emily accepted it for what it was.
She curled her body closer to his, moving a wayward strand of hair away from his forehead.
Letting out a yawn, he smiled at her. “You’re up early,” he said, his voice husky from just waking. “I must not have done a good job sexing you into a coma last night.”
Playfully nuzzling her nose in the crook of his arm, she smiled. “If you had sexed me into a coma, you would never be able to be with me again, sir.”
“Ah, that you are incorrect on, my love. I’d still take it from you—coma or not.”
“That’s just sick,” she giggled, sitting up.
A predatory glimmer sparkled in his brown eyes. “Ready for round two?”
“Aren’t you taking me to breakfast this morning like you promised?”
“Of course I am.”
“Well, I have to be at work by ten o’clock, and I still need to shower.”
“You know I’m good for a quickie if need be,” he said, rising to his feet and then pulling her from the bed.
Unable to say no to his sexual advance, she followed without a fight as he undressed them both before they reached the bathroom. She propped herself on top of the vanity and watched as he turned on the water. She could feel the edgy energy radiating from his body as he strolled over to her, wearing a boyish grin that got her every time. He pulled her into his mouth and kissed her so softly that she felt her lips shiver against his. She could no sooner free herself from the hypnotic spell of his kiss if she wanted to. With his hands smoothing everywhere, branding his hot touch against her skin, fervor fueled in her blood, making her body strain for more. He shifted his mouth to the valley between her breasts and suddenly slid his tongue across her nipple. It drove her wild.
Staring up at her, he sucked and swirled his tongue around its taut peak. “You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she breathed out as her hands gripped his hair.
With a slow, maddening pace, he tunneled his fingers inside her wet pussy. The pressure was excruciatingly wonderful, correlating with the sudden tightening sensation between her legs. He pushed harder against her mouth while she dug her nails into his back, clawing and grasping at his flesh. Dillon groaned as she ran her hands across his chest, her fingers slowly sliding down every muscled ridge on his abdomen. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he carried her into the shower. Backing her against the wall, she let out a gasp of pleasure when he sank perfectly deep inside her, every nerve ending lit on fire as her body melded together as one with his.
“Ah, Christ, you feel so good, Em,” he hissed, his voice thick with desire.
Emily clung to his shoulders as the hot water trickled down their bodies. Her ache for him increased with every pulse and thrust. With their lips locked in a magnificent fiery of sexual gratification, Emily clenched her legs tighter around his waist to allow him to bury himself to the hilt. Arching her body rhythmically against his, she took everything he had to give. Dillon’s eyes dilated when he felt her hot, slick flesh contract tighter around him. Emily moaned out in satisfied completion when she felt Dillon jerk, shudder, and tremble against her. Burying his face in her neck, he let out a guttural groan as he climaxed. Pulling back, their gazes met and locked, holding steady as their breathing slowed to a normal pace.
“I love you, Emily,” he said as he gently placed her down and pulled her into him. “I’m happy you’re here with me.”
“I love you, too, and I’m sorry for the way I acted last night before you left.” She started feathering kisses across his chest, her hands framing his face. “I’ll try to be more understanding with your wacky schedules from now on.”
He gave her a soft grin. “I know you will.”
They spent the next half hour showering one another. Dillon playfully ran the soap over her body, and Emily returned the gesture as she cleaned his back. It was then that she realized what he said last night was correct. She needed to be there with Dillon. She loved him. There wasn’t a fiber in her soul that thought she could live so far away from him again.