She gasped as his mouth covered hers in a sweet, yet savage kiss that shook her to her toes. She clung to him as her knees threatened to give out and all good intentions went out the window. She ought to tell him to get the hell out, that she wasn’t interested but her body was readily making a mockery out of such a foolish declaration. A craving so sweet and sinful that she could barely stand to voice had begun to take over her senses, stealing her resolve and turning her mind to mush. All that mattered was Dillon’s touch and how he managed to make her tremble like a leaf in the wind.
They tumbled to the bed and within seconds their clothes evaporated between them. The moment his mouth closed on her nipple she nearly lost herself in wild abandon, holding him tightly to her breast as he suckled like a baby, drawing the sweet flesh into his hot and greedy mouth with an insistence that sent spirals of need straight to her heated core. God, she’d missed him! There was no one who compared to Dillon. He made her body sing and her heart dance. “Ohh, Dillon,” she gasped when he released her nipple and quickly buried himself between her thighs, giving her no time to protest or refuse, not that she would. She thrashed as he devastated her feminine folds, seeking out her clitoris like a beast after a meal. Her hips thrust against him, pushing herself closer and deeper to his marauding mouth and she clutched the bedsheets as she crashed into her climax with violent swiftness. “Ohhh, God!” she cried, shaking as wave after wave shook her body, her muscles clenching in unison as her orgasm buffeted her senses. Before she’d even recovered, her head still in a daze, Dillon was pushing his cock inside her. She groaned as she took his length, stretching to accommodate his girth. She clutched at his back, gasping as the tip of his cock rubbed perfectly against her G-spot in a tantalizing way and she wrapped her legs around him to get a deeper connection.
“Penny,” he murmured against her mouth, sweeping his tongue through her mouth to slide sensually against hers. She moaned into his mouth, loving the feel of his body on top of hers. The delicious weight of his hard body pressing her into the mattress gave her a wicked thrill that she adored. “Oh God, why are you so perfect?” he said with a deep-chested moan. “Good God, you’re like a drug in my system.”
She buried her face in the crook of his neck while he plunged himself deeper and deeper inside her ready heat, the head of his cock pummeling her core with each pleasurable thrust until she was nearly mindless with the sweet sensation of being fucked by her bad boy. “Yessss,” she cried, throwing her head back as she slammed into another orgasm, this one rocking her harder than the first. “Oh, God, yes, Dillon!”
He groaned as he filled her moist heat, shuddering in great, racking shakes of his body, until he was completely spent and collapsed, rolling off her with a loud, satisfied exhale as he recovered. Penny slowly came to her senses and rolled to her side only to find Dillon knocked out cold. “Damn,” she murmured, pushing a chunk of hair behind her ear. So much for getting him onto the couch. She sighed and tucked him under the covers and then climbed in beside him. If Dillon was hellbent on sleeping in her bed, so be it; she was going to enjoy a night cuddled up to him. Who knew when it might happen again?
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Dillon slowly awoke, momentarily disoriented when he didn’t immediately recognize his surroundings but as he realized who was sleeping beside him, everything came back to him in a hazy rush. He closed his eyes against the harsh pounding of his head and quietly climbed from the bed, careful not to wake Penny. After swishing his mouth free of the taste of metallic sludge leftover from too many glasses of scotch, he splashed his face and went to the kitchen, his mind on coffee and breakfast, but not necessarily in that order. Hell, he’d made a huge mess of Penny’s life. What had he been thinking to come here? His feet had, apparently, been on auto-pilot because he didn’t actually remember purposefully showing up on her doorstep. He remembered calling a cab but not necessarily the address he’d given the driver. Well, he thought drily, he supposed that mystery was easily solved; he’d given the cab driver Penny’s address.
And then he’d seduced her into having sex. Dillon leaned down on his elbows and tried not to stick his head in the grinder for being such a dick. He had no business messing with Penny any longer. But he’d be a liar if he said he hadn’t slept like a baby curled up beside her. Maybe it was a combination of alcohol and sex but he’d enjoyed a dark oblivion, which he hadn’t experienced in a long time. Sleep had long become his archenemy as work obligations had often corrupted his ability to simply drift off into La-La Land. But not with Penny. Sleeping beside Penny was near to heaven.
Fabulous. Just what he needed. More shit to cloud my judgment.
Penny appeared in the doorway looking delectably tousled and sexy as hell and he had to restrain himself from bending her over the kitchen table for round two. “I made coffee,” he said, gesturing at the fresh pot brewing. She nodded and slid onto the barstool at the counter. He poured her a cup and pushed it to her. She didn’t say a word and simply lifted her mug to jolt her system awake with the help of caffeine. “I’m sorry,” he began, figuring he ought to start there. “I shouldn’t have come here last night. I don’t know what happened.”
“I’m not sorry,” she said, shocking him as she regarded him over the rim of her coffee mug. “I’m not sorry one bit.”
“Why not?”
“Ask yourself this…why do you think you came here?” she countered.
“I was drunk and horny.”
“Don’t be deliberately crude to shock me and stop dancing around the emotional element in all this. You were hurting inside. And you came here. To me.”
He didn’t want to accept her simple logic because it created too many other deep questions that he wasn’t ready to answer. She may be right but he wasn’t willing to go there. “Penny, why do you do this? You read more into a simple act than it warrants. I needed a place to crash and when I drink too much, I want someone to fuck. End of story.”
“Stop it!” She put her mug down forcefully, causing coffee to slosh over the sides. Her gaze burned a hole into his soul, demanding the kind of emotional honesty that scared him. “Haven’t you learned a damn thing since Isabel? You shut her out and lost her — and your baby — because of your stupid pride. I know you care for me, Dillon because I care for you in the same way. Do you think I wanted to fall in love with you? Hell no. You were the last person on the planet I wanted to feel anything for but sometimes fate has different plans and you and I, for whatever reasons, feels right. Admit it. When you’re with me, you feel different, more alive.”