Chapter 66

“I need you,” he says, and before I

can stop him, he’s on his knees, taking me into his mouth. His

tongue swirls down my length and I thrust into him, grab fists full

of his long bangs, push into him as far as I can go, over and over

again. His hands are the supports that keep me standing, the world

beneath me, it’s only him, and he does such wicked things with his

tongue and lips, licking me like I’m all he’s ever wanted and

sucking, humming, kneading until I come. That’s when I melt into

his arms, trembling against him, spent. His lips find mine in the

darkness and he tastes so sweet, his mouth alive with my juices,

his hands smoothing my fevered skin, my fluttering stomach. “I love

you,” he tells me, like he always does when he takes me into

him.

I kiss the words away. We don’t have much

time and I don’t want to waste it.

* * * *

Ellington is waiting for us when I lead

Dylan out of the serviceway. He’s giddy and breathless and can’t