Chapter 15

At first, I’d been embarrassed, because saying some of that stuff out loud had made me uncomfortable. But Dylan was so hard against my hip that I knew he was enjoying every second of it. I got bolder as the night went on, getting more explicit and going into more detail.

Even better was when Dylan returned the favor.

“I love making my partners desperate.” His voice was low, filled with lust, and it did things to me no one’s voice ever had. “This is why you’re made for me, and I’m sort of kicking myself we’ve wasted all this time.”

“Dylan—”

“No, I didn’t mean that in a bad way.” He kissed my temple. “I just mean, we could have been fulfilling both our fantasies. We will now, though. When we’re ready. Wanna hear the one that’s been playing in my mind all evening?”

I moaned, and Dylan’s chuckle was pure wicked sex.