A very primitive, very sexy growl rose from the depths of his soul as he swooped down upon her lips. They drank deeply of each other as their hands explored each other wantonly, slipping under shirts, dipping under waistlines.
"Get a hotel room!" her sister said, grumbling behind them gruffly.
Lordy!! She hadn't known Shantel been listening shamelessly. Come to think of it, she wasn't exactly shocked. Hadn't her sister always spied on her and listened into her most intimate conversations? Read her journal? Wanted to be part of her life?
Sam tried to pull away from Dylan but he wouldn't have any of it, keeping a firm grip on her.
Whispering in her ear, his breath hot against her trembling sensitive flesh, he said, "You're not getting away from me so easily." Tightening his grip, he added huskily, "You're never getting away from me again."
Shantel laughed and clapped wildly. "Way to go."
Without warning, Dylan scooped her into his arms and carried her to her bedroom and kicked open the door like the romantic swashbuckler she'd always dreamed he'd be. Against her lips, he murmured. "A hotel room sounds awesome."
"Too far away." Sam was desperate for him now. They'd waited far too long already. "My bedroom's more than fine."
With a wicked gleam in his eyes, he laid her on the bed with a reverence that belied how much he cherished her. Stretching out beside her, he feathered kisses down her cheek, her neck, the vee of her chest and dipped his tongue inside the sweltering material.
Sitting up, she held her hands high above her head. Sliding a sensuous glance at him from beneath her veiled lashes, she asked, "Help me take this off? If it's not too much trouble."
With a growl, he tore it off and flung it across the room. Then he pushed her pants down to her feet until she was completely naked and quivering under his appreciative stare. "You're so very lovely."
Glowing under his loving caresses, she crooked her finger at him. "Will you do something special for me?"
He quirked a brow and his heated gaze pierced her. "Anything. Is it kinky?"
Depends on what he considered kinky. "Not too kinky... Do a striptease for me? I just love it the way you swing your big tool belt around."
He gulped, and heat crept up his neck into his cheeks as his eyes blazed darkly. Passion sparkled in them. "So you like the way I use my big tools?"
Licking her lips in anticipation, she nodded, eager to try this science experiment more than any other in history. "But I'm sure there's one I'll like far better than any other. How about a little private tutoring?"
He groaned as he rose and started to swivel his hips, stiff at first, then with more rhythm. "You keep talking that way, and you won't get your striptease."
"If your big tool is hot enough, we'll skip the striptease for later." She lay back on the bed and held out her arms to him, aching for his kisses.
"This makes you hot, doesn't it?" Dylan crossed his arms over his chest and started tugging his t-shirt from his jeans inch by excruciating inch revealing extremely muscular abs.
"Extremely." On fire, she stroked herself, counting that her gestures would stoke his fire as well.