DirtyBeautiful (8 page)

She returned to her brownies and began to start work on the
icing. Melted chocolate cooled off to the side and she popped a stray piece in
her mouth. An ecstatic moan left her as she savored the sparks of sweet, subtle
bitterness and thick cream.

“Jesus, are you trying to kill me?”

Erica whirled around and stared at Dylan propped against the
wall. She swallowed the chocolate. “How did you get in here?”

He thumbed toward the front. “Through the door.”

“I know that’s how you got here, but you didn’t even knock.”

He shrugged, a hand shoved in his pocket. “Didn’t want to
stand out there while that woman drilled holes in my back with her eyes. I said
hi to her, but she just huffed and acted as if I had rabies or something. I
know every place has one or two town lunatics. Is she one of them?”

Erica snickered. “Town lunatics?”

“I have it on good authority, since I came up with the
theory. In LA there was this guy who wore aluminum as underwear and scared the
pigeons because they attracted the attention of aliens.”

“Well, I guess your theory is blown out of the water, since
there isn’t a town lunatic here.”

Dylan wagged a finger at her. “See, that’s what I was
worried about. If there isn’t a town lunatic, the person that reckons there
isn’t one is generally the nutcase.”

Erica made a sound caught between a laugh and an indignant
huff. “Are you saying I’m crazy?”

“Yes. But a cute kinda crazy,” he said in all seriousness.

Erica narrowed her eyes. “I don’t know whether to be
offended or not.”

“Would you forgive me if I’d brought you something?” He
pushed off the wall and she noticed he had one arm behind his back.

“You got me a present?” she asked, delighted that he would
think of her.

He winced. “Kind of. Think of it as my neighborly duty.”

Intrigued, she waited with bated breath. He held out a
purple paper bag filled with blue tissue paper. She accepted the gift and held
it to her, a sweet floral scent wafted upward. Perfume? Reaching inside, she
felt something soft and pulled it out. From her fingers dangled a pair of
sky-blue lace underwear. Unable to fully comprehend what she looked at, she
turned it over and eyed the size. It would fit her. Absently her thumb circled
the intricate detail. It was by far the prettiest pair of panties she’d ever
had. Suddenly it hit her. Dylan bought her underwear. No one did that unless
they were romantically involved.

“You bought me underwear?” she asked rather stupidly.

A queer look somewhere between guilt, delight and
embarrassment passed over his face.

She reached inside and found several pairs of briefs with
matching bras. Each were sexy and sensual in their own way and yet very
practical. “How did you know my size?”

“I managed to crawl under the house and find Bud’s hidden
stash. He’s quite a hoarder. Got some bras and underwear packed to make a nice
cozy bed for himself. Course, he clued on to me. It wasn’t pretty.”

Erica giggled behind her hand. “Oh my. He does seem rather
obsessed.”

He raked a hot look down her body. “I don’t blame him.”

Heat filled her cheeks and she clutched the bag to her
chest. “Um, so you came here to replace my underwear?”

“And to make good on a promise.”

“Promise?”

He stepped closer, his body heat radiating through her
clothes. “To make you scream in pleasure.”

Instant desire ignited between her legs and she sucked in a
sharp breath. He trailed a gentle finger along her collarbone. Sparks followed
in their wake as he went from one shoulder to the other and back again. Heart
racing, Erica allowed him to relinquish her of his gift. The silence in the
kitchen crackled with sexual tension and tingled over her skin.

Dylan tipped her chin up, his gaze captured hers. Slowly he
traced his thumb over her wet lips, the soft touch so gentle it was like
butterfly wings. It teased her senses and made her wish for his mouth on hers.
Deft fingers skated along the apple of her cheek then moved behind her earlobe.
If she were a cat, she would’ve purred. She was caught up in the sensations he
invoked in her and her eyes slid shut of their own accord.

His other hand tracked a line along her nape and sent
shivers of delight down her spine. Up and down, arousal rose and waned in
rhythm to his touch. Hot breath touched her cheek and when she angled her head
toward him, his hand fisted in her hair, holding her still. Her breath caught,
half in uncertainty, the other half in excitement.

“Shh,” he crooned.

His lips caressed the curve of her cheek, his hot breath
moist on her skin. Erica shivered as his mouth captured her lobe and teeth
scraped over the delicate flesh. The wet smack as he released her ear to
explore her further made her gasp. His hand slipped under her blouse to caress
her stomach. Had she cared, she might’ve been embarrassed about her softness,
but she wanted him too much. His groan of need hit her square in the chest.

His mouth hovered over hers, his breath tickling her lips.
Close enough to tease, but not to touch. She opened her eyes and stared into
the blazing desire in his. He smelled of mint, as if he’d sucked on candy
before seeing her. An impish smile played on her mouth only to disappear as his
tongue traced a line over her bottom lip. Luscious tingles skimmed over the
tender flesh. She flicked her tongue out to taste him. To see if he was as
minty-fresh as she hoped. Tongues twined and the cool remnants from the sweet
ran over her taste buds.

He pulled away, the fist in her hair holding her still as
his calloused hand scraped up and down her belly. Frissons of desire sparked over
her skin and condensed in her pussy. Moisture gathered in her panties and she
tightened her thighs to ease the desperate throb there. His hand glided upward
and traced her bra. She arched into his touch, wanting him to cup her breasts.

He licked her top lip. “Not today.”

Erica moaned.

He placed an open-mouthed kiss below her jaw. His tongue
whirled in slow, sure glides around the sensitive flesh. Raw, hot need raced
from the point of contact to her breasts. Blindly, Erica grasped at his
shoulders, her knees knocking together. Molten fire burned across her skin as
he repeated the motion on the other side.

Fabric whispered over her sensitized skin as he unbuttoned
her blouse. He released her hair to slide his palm along her shoulder, easing
one side down. Everywhere he touched tingled with desire. He flicked the fabric
from her body to expose her to his stare. Lust surged and made her tremble. His
gaze seared through her, a slight tremble rocking her frame at the intensity in
his eyes. His mouth parted in awe and lust. “You’re beautiful.”

Erica’s heart did an unsteady flip at his fervent words. He
did this, he made her feel beautiful.

He outlined the top of her bra, his fingers glided
salaciously over the swells and dips of her breasts. Her nipples scraped against
the fabric with every breath she took. Never had she felt so constrained
before. She wanted…needed something only he could provide.

Wanting him to fulfill the need he silently promised, she
reached for him. In one smooth move, he jerked her top off until it caught at
her elbows. With the efficiency of a rodeo cowboy, he twisted the blouse in his
grip until it pinned her arms, effectively stopping her from touching him.

A smile quirked one side of his sexy mouth. “Uh uh uh. This
is about you.”

He dipped his head and she whimpered. His tongue created an
invisible line of fire over her collarbone, down her chest and dipped just
beyond the edges of her bra. She longed to grab his head and put his mouth
where she wanted him most. She was burning up and only he could douse the
flames. He skated his hand along her back, stirring a deep yearning within her
womb. Her clit thrummed, the moist lips of her vagina kissing each other to
spark little tremors of pleasure. Erica quaked.

Dylan mumbled words of encouragement, but she barely heard
him as he kissed her shoulder. His fingers skimmed the back of her arm and she
quivered with a need for him to cup her sex. To go beyond the parameters of his
promise and give her more.

As though he heard her, he chuckled. “Impatient are we?”

“Touch me, Dylan.”

He looked at her, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “I am.”

“No, no, touch me. I need you.”

He kissed her, angling her face to fit her mouth seamlessly.
His hands raked down her spine and she burned from the touch. Her body screamed
for him, the need to feel his cock against her core. To fill her as she
desperately wanted. Dylan’s hands settled on her hips, keeping her from him.
Her moan of frustration died as he nipped her lower lip, then traced his tongue
along the underside of her mouth. He thrust his tongue inside and she met him
in a foray of passion and power. Her heart thundered in her ears, muscles
quivered as he stole the breath from her. He sucked at her tongue while his
fingers traced up and down her sides. Tension rode inside her, a restless need
only he could fulfill. He trailed a kiss down her jawline and along her neck.
He nibbled the point between her neck and shoulder, sending a shaft of pleasure
to her nipples. Her breasts tingled, yearning for his touch. The flat edge of
his tongue soothed her hot flesh and he crooned his appreciation.

He pushed her backward until the backs of her legs hit the
table. With a devilish grin, he gripped her thighs and placed her on the
surface. Fingers tightened over her nape, the intensity of his face made her
melt inside. He ran his palm from the top of her chest down the center and up
again. Erica jerked at the bolt of rapture that circled her entire torso.
Everything was on high alert as he repeated the motion. Pussy vibrating with
need, she arched her back, hips undulated in frustration. A palm pressed over
her shoulder, commanding her to lie down. The cool surface hit her upper back,
half jolting her out of her delirium.

Dylan kissed her soft belly and she mumbled a protest. A growl
rumbled from his throat and Erica stilled, letting him mark her body at will. A
hand found the back of her knee and swirled little circles there. A thrill ran
down her leg to her pussy. Her clit throbbed as though he strummed it instead
of making lazy rotations along the back of her leg. He tracked a line down her
thigh to slide along the edge of her underwear, setting nerves on fire. Goose
bumps raced over her skin.

Erica shook her head as Dylan kissed a trail up one side of
her belly, every contact drove inexplicable need to the center of her being.
Like little fireworks, every touch exploded inside her. His other hand worked
diligently over her rib cage and outlined the swells of her breasts with the
lightest touch. Nipples tightened and the fabric raked along her sensitized
skin. He moved his hands over her as though he worked on the finishing touches
to a sculpture.

Erica’s hips rocked against the table and she whimpered as
he pulled at the band of her skirt until he exposed the very top of her mound.
He placed a wet kiss over her belly, his day-old stubble abrading the tender
area above the hairline. Sexual frustration boiled inside. She wanted to wrap
her legs around him and bring him into her. With the skill only an expert lover
possessed, he anticipated her needs before she did and his fingers tightened
over the top of her thigh in silent warning.

He licked above the band and scraped his teeth over her
lower abdomen. Her womb convulsed, her pussy vibrating with need. Panting, she
gripped the edge of the table. Dylan’s hand settled on her inner thigh to draw
a figure eight over and over again. With each pass the ravenous need for
satisfaction thrummed until it became a roar in her body. Her folds felt
swollen, the fabric of her panties titillating the sensitive flesh. Dylan
pushed the edges of her panties back to expose the sides of her butt. He
kneaded her ass. Goose bumps puckered and an intense feeling of bliss slid over
her buttocks and to her pussy lips. Her legs kicked out restlessly and Dylan chuckled.
He clasped an ankle and kissed the underside of her knee. Teeth scraped over it
and a thrill exploded behind her knee, along the sole of her foot and right
through her body. Erica mewled.

He kissed a line down her leg and licked her inner thigh, near
the apex. She rocked into him, silently demanding he put his mouth where she
needed him the most. He lapped at her, near the edge of her underwear. He
turned his head and she swore she could feel his hot breath on her clit. She
groaned, fingers tightening painfully against the table edge.

“Damn, you smell nice,” he growled.

Those words sent a pulse of pleasure through her. Dylan’s
masterful hands circled, skimmed and pressed over every part of her skin until
she was just a bundle of nerves. He kissed her bellybutton and raked nails over
her side. Her vagina quivered, bringing her close. One hand drew circles along
her inner thigh, while the other massaged her abdomen. Rapture rose and fell in
excruciating degrees. Ecstasy hovered over her skin. The gentle rise of
pleasure flowed over her in a stream of liquid mercury. His hot breath touched
the skin above the crown of hair before his mouth pressed against her stomach.
The flat edge of his tongue swirled around and around, making her quiver with
intense need. Ripples started and his hands pushed her over as she shattered.
Her body convulsed, the orgasm crashing into her. Her clit hummed. The friction
of fabric making the sensation last even as his hands brushed over her torso
and pushed her further into another realm.

Colors burst behind her eyelids and finally he eased away
from her. Gasping, she opened her eyes. She stared up at the ceiling, still
disorientated by an unbelievable climax. She raised her hand to wipe hair from
her face and noticed they trembled. She drew in a slow, ragged breath. Dear
Lord, the things he could do with his hands.