Chased (13 page)

Until now I’d been on the receiving end but couldn’t be still anymore. His mouth had lit me on fire and my reaction was completely unpredictable.

My hand reached up of its own accord, sliding up his muscular chest and around his neck until my fingers fisted themselves in his hair. I used the leverage to hold him to me harder as my mouth started moving under his. Dragged, slid. A breath hitched.

His teeth grazed my lower lip and a bolt of hot lust shot through me. I heard a low moan and didn’t know if it was me or him, but it was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.

Dylan rose up onto his knees and his other arm reached around my back to haul me closer. The strength that pulled me against him definitely did not belong to a kid, and the move brought the front of my body flush with his. His fingers fisted in my loose hair and he pulled down, forcing my head back more and opening my mouth under his. My blood was thrumming in my veins and I could feel my heartbeat every second, everywhere. The heat in my stomach, and lower, was driving me crazy and I arched my body toward him. If this was a game I wasn’t sure if we were winning or losing anymore. My brain had left the equation long ago and the only thing I knew with certainty was that I needed to feel more of him against me. Harder. Closer. His chest pressed against my breasts, his hips fitted against mine, and … oh God.

This was spiraling out of control. I was practically climbing my best friend’s little brother, who happened to be in the process of turning me inside out with his mouth and hands. On my bed. This had to stop.

My eyes opened a crack and it brought me back to reality. Summoning willpower I didn’t know I had, my hands pushed Dylan back harder than I’d intended. He let go of me instantly. I could hear our breathing, shallow and mismatched in contrast to the steady beat from downstairs.

It took seconds for my vision to refocus. When it did, I could see Dylan had turned to sit on the side of the bed with his feet on the floor. He was slightly hunched, gaze on the floor, eyes dark and a little stormy.
Welcome to the club.

A tiny part of my libido wanted to celebrate that I’d made a dent in Dylan Cameron’s too-cool-for-school exterior. Too bad doing it had almost killed me.

Dylan’s composure came back before mine. He turned his head to meet my gaze. “Well,” he asked in a coarse voice, “scientific enough for you?”

I cleared my throat. “That was …”
Hot as hell? The dumbest thing I’ve done in recent memory?
“You definitely have the right … foundations.” My gaze fell to the bed at the intensity of his stare.

“Foundations?” His voice caught on the word and I couldn’t tell whether he was going to laugh or groan.

I coughed. Smooth. “Yes.” Forced my eyes back to his.

Dylan’s eyes were still cloudy, but his voice had leveled. “Well, thank you for the advice. And the experiment.” He looked like he wanted to say more but got up. He paused at the doorway. “It was good catching up, Lex. Happy birthday.” Then he left.

Studying was forgotten. I had a hard time getting to sleep. For the first time in months it wasn’t Jake I was thinking of. When I finally stopped tossing and turning, I dreamed of dark hair and dark eyes.

Hell. This was not how I’d intended to start the school year.

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