Backing away, his brown eyes narrowed on her slightly. “You sound like a whiney sorority girl.” He twisted the cap off the bottle of water and took a sip. “Just relax. I shouldn’t be back too late.”
A frown marred the space between her brows. “A whiney sorority girl? What’s that supposed to mean? Why did you even come here to shower then?”
“I got the call after I got here, that’s why.”
“Maybe you need to go sleep at your place tonight.” She undid her apron and threw it on the table. “You’re out wining and dining these so-called clients at least five nights a week.”
Walking closer, his voice rose as he eyed her. “What are you trying to imply, Emily? Do you not think that I’m taking care of clients?”
“I have no idea. I just thought you’d be here a little more than you have been,” she answered, tossing her hand through her hair. “Maybe to help me adjust a bit with the whole move.”
After taking a sip of his water, he cocked his head to the side. “I moved you out here on my dime. What more do you want from me?”
“That was low, Dillon,” she breathed out, her green eyes wide. “I didn’t ask you to do any of that. I could’ve stayed in Colorado, and we could’ve continued a long-distance relationship.”
Dillon stepped closer, lifted his hand, and gently brushed her cheek. “No, you couldn’t. You love me, and you needed to be here with me after everything that happened.” He slid his thumb against her chin. “And I love and need you here, too. Now stop the bullshit, let me go take care of this client, and I’ll be back later, okay?”
Assessing and reevaluating the situation on the fly, Emily pushed up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against his. He eagerly accepted her advance as he groaned into their kiss. Fisting his hands in her hair, he drew her closer, pulling her into his chest.
Emily spoke against his mouth. “Alright. Go do your thing, and I’ll see you later.”
“So I’m not being forced back to my apartment tonight then?” He smiled against her lips. “If you really insist, I guess I can sleep at my place instead of here.”
“Stop being a wiseass, Dillon. I’ll be waiting for you when you get back.”
“Okay, you’ll have my undivided attention then.”
Dillon laced his hand in hers and she followed him to the door. After giving her one last kiss, Emily watched him walk out of her apartment.
When the door snapped shut, Olivia re-emerged from her room. Sinking into the couch, she patted it for Emily to follow suit. “Alright, spill it. What’s the deal, woman?” Olivia asked.
“He just seems distant, you know?” she replied, sitting next to her.
“Look, you know I can’t stand Dillon.” Olivia paused for a second and tapped her chin. “Actually, I hate him.” Emily rolled her eyes, and Olivia laughed. “But, really, in his defense, and only because my brother works in the same office, they really have to take care of potential accounts.”
“Yeah, but is Trevor out five nights a week taking care of these people?”
“No, but I guess Dillweed’s more of an aggressive broker. Considering he’s an asshole, I’m pretty sure I’m right.”
“Okay, friend, enough cutting him down,” she said, shaking her head. Olivia laughed, and Emily contemplated her words. “Maybe I’m overreacting. I don’t know. I guess between trying to adjust to my mom’s death and the move, my brain’s short circuiting.”
Olivia placed her hand on Emily’s shoulder, her eyes softening with sympathy. “It’s a shitload to take in all at once. I couldn’t imagine going through it.” Olivia pulled her close, giving her a tight hug. “You’re a strong woman, and you’ll get through this. I know you will.”
“Thank you, Olivia, really. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you. I was blessed having you as a roommate in college and now living here with you. I’m forever indebted, honestly.”
Olivia let out a laugh. “Now you’re getting overdramatic on me, girl.” She stood up and walked over to grab the movie that Emily rented. She popped it into the DVD player and settled herself back onto the couch with Emily. “Tonight’s a certified ladies’ night.”
Chapter Two
Cream or Sugar
Emily awoke the next morning, her slumberous gaze mesmerized by Dillon’s sleeping body. She rested her head against his warm chest as her mind drifted over their relationship. As with anyone, there were quirks, and he was full of them. She knew she would get used to all of it, but in the meantime, his fast-paced lifestyle was the biggest challenge for her. At first, their differences didn’t seem so big to her because their relationship grew and blossomed in her world. Now that she was coexisting in his, there was a lot she needed to accept.
Trophy girlfriend wasn’t on her top-ten list, and since she’d moved to New York, this was a side of Dillon she was starting to see. From the couple of times she’d gone out with him, it seemed like he was parading her around to the few friends of his that she’d met. Over the last few weeks, she also noticed a possessive shift in his demeanor. Sometimes it was cute—in a boyfriend kind of way—but most times, it was overbearing and confusing. Nonetheless, in that moment, as her senses soaked in all of the good he had done for her, Emily accepted it for what it was.
She curled her body closer to his, moving a wayward strand of hair away from his forehead.
Letting out a yawn, he smiled at her. “You’re up early,” he said, his voice husky from just waking. “I must not have done a good job sexing you into a coma last night.”
Playfully nuzzling her nose in the crook of his arm, she smiled. “If you had sexed me into a coma, you would never be able to be with me again, sir.”
“Ah, that you are incorrect on, my love. I’d still take it from you—coma or not.”
“That’s just sick,” she giggled, sitting up.
A predatory glimmer sparkled in his brown eyes. “Ready for round two?”
“Aren’t you taking me to breakfast this morning like you promised?”
“Of course I am.”
“Well, I have to be at work by ten o’clock, and I still need to shower.”
“You know I’m good for a quickie if need be,” he said, rising to his feet and then pulling her from the bed.
Unable to say no to his sexual advance, she followed without a fight as he undressed them both before they reached the bathroom. She propped herself on top of the vanity and watched as he turned on the water. She could feel the edgy energy radiating from his body as he strolled over to her, wearing a boyish grin that got her every time. He pulled her into his mouth and kissed her so softly that she felt her lips shiver against his. She could no sooner free herself from the hypnotic spell of his kiss if she wanted to. With his hands smoothing everywhere, branding his hot touch against her skin, fervor fueled in her blood, making her body strain for more. He shifted his mouth to the valley between her breasts and suddenly slid his tongue across her nipple. It drove her wild.
Staring up at her, he sucked and swirled his tongue around its taut peak. “You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she breathed out as her hands gripped his hair.
With a slow, maddening pace, he tunneled his fingers inside her wet pussy. The pressure was excruciatingly wonderful, correlating with the sudden tightening sensation between her legs. He pushed harder against her mouth while she dug her nails into his back, clawing and grasping at his flesh. Dillon groaned as she ran her hands across his chest, her fingers slowly sliding down every muscled ridge on his abdomen. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he carried her into the shower. Backing her against the wall, she let out a gasp of pleasure when he sank perfectly deep inside her, every nerve ending lit on fire as her body melded together as one with his.