Meredith
We step back to admire the tree, and I clasp my hands together with delight, sneaking a peek at Dylan, who looks pleased with himself.
I move closer to him, still unsure if he’s okay with the affection, and brush his fingers with mine. He turns to gaze at me, allowing his fingers to dance with mine as his lips curl into a grin.
“Looks good, I’ll admit it,” he drawls, folding his arms over his broad chest.
Ever since he’d kissed me earlier, all I wanted to do was do it again and again. I’d been married, and not once had it felt like this.
I feel giddy, like a teenager.
“What time do I need to get you back?” Dylan asks, hooking his arm around my waist.
I shiver at his touch, unable to believe that he looks at me like I always dreamed he would. Like I’m a rare gem he’s just discovered.
“I think dinner is around two,” I say, my mouth moving to his neck naturally. “What are you doing for lunch?”
“I’m not sure. I’m supposed to be with my parents, but how am I meant to leavethis?” Dylan murmurs, dropping his lips to mine. “I can’t stop kissing you.”
“I don’t want you to,” I whisper back as he gathers me into his arms, groaning when I tug on his hair softly.
“You’resobeautiful,” Dylan mumbles against my neck, his hands spanning the small of my back.
“Mmm,” I moan beneath his lips as he stills, recognising the longing in my voice. “I love that.”
Dylan’s mouth moves against the sensitive part of my throat, sending goosebumps all over my skin. My head falls back as he applies more pressure, his hot tongue creating circles of perfection on my desire-parched skin.
My head moves to the side, my hands moving his head back up to my mouth as he groans, dragging us both to the sofa so we can continue exploring. His hands rest on my thighs, his thumbs softly circling my skin through the tights.
I dip my head towards his ear, my tongue flickering against the curve of his lobe. He stiffens, tightening his grip on my thighs as I move towards his neck, continuing my descent into bliss.
“Merry…” he whispers, capturing my fingers before they can reach beneath his clothes.
“What?” I mumble, eager to take this further. I needed to feel his skin, the warmth of his body. My core throbs with need, yet he moves me back, his eyes drinking me in.
“I’m a traditional man.”
“Okay?” I huff with exasperation. “What does that mean? We can’t... play?”
His eyes darken, and he tugs me closer to him, his hands moving to the curve of my ass.
“Oh, we canplay, Meredith.” He smirks. “But as I said, I’m traditional. So we need to take this to the bedroom.”
Another shiver of anticipation runs through me as I smile nervously, nodding as he lifts an eyebrow.
“Now?” Dylan asks, his eyes falling to my bottom lip, which I’m biting, suppressing the desire to beg him to take me there and then.
“Only if you want to,” I whisper, and he nods.
“You have noideahow much I want to.”
His words create a flurry of activity in my soul, and my skin feels like it’s alight with desire. I crawl from his lap as he leads the way upstairs, my heart providing the soundtrack along the way.
The bedroom is exactly the same as it’s always been, but this time feels different. Dylan closes the door, turning me to face the mirror as he kisses my shoulders softly.
The vision that is Dylan Charmer kissing me is almost too much to bear, and I let out another moan when his lips drift over my clavicle, the laugh that rumbles from his chest sending me into a needy mess.
“I’ve not done this since…” my words die on my lips when Dylan looks up to meet my eyes in the mirror.
