Page 56 of Art of Love

He smiled. “You hid it well. When I first met her, I think I mumbled a cross between hello and hi. It came out as hi-low.” He shook his head and chuckled.

Dylan smiled and then shifted closer to him. “Before we were interrupted”—she wrapped her arms around him—“you mentioned something about…” She trailed her lips across his jaw and the entire world stopped.

Everything narrowed to just her. Her scent, the feel of her body pressed against his. The taste of her mouth, her soft lips. He had to have more.

“Dylan.” Her name escaped his lips like a breath.

“Abe, tell me the hotel is close.” She sighed.

“Not close enough.” He hit the switch for the black-out glass to close between them and the driver. Then pulled her onto his lap.

His fingers slipped up under the dress and he was thankful she hadn’t worn anything underneath. She arched when his fingers found her, wet and ready for him. He used his hands and mouth on her to show her what he was going to do when they reached their hotel room.

As they were making the last turn, he felt her convulse around him as she cried out his name.

God, he wanted more. Needed more.

She was like the breath he gulped in after being deprived of air.

When the limo stopped, she was back sitting beside him, her head resting on his shoulder.

Taking her hand, he led her out and across the lobby quickly, and into the private elevator. There, he kissed her until he felt as if he was going to explode with need.

The moment their suite door closed, he pinned her against the door and kissed her while his fingers returned to slide inside her. She whipped off his jacket and tie, then tugged at the buttons on his shirt.

“More,” she said when his shirt hit the ground and her nails dug into his skin.

He growled as he tried to get to her fully, then hoisted up her skirt and knelt between her legs and put his mouth to her. Tasting her sweetness and playing his tongue over her clit until he felt her convulse once more. Only then did he stand up, yank his pants down, and fully embed himself deep inside her while pinning her hands high above her head. He didn’t think he could control himself if she touched him again.

Twin moans echoed in the room as his mouth covered hers. When he started to move inside her, he knew that he was finally home.