DirtyBeautiful (13 page)

“Erica and I have things to do next weekend at home,
anyway,” Dylan amended with strained civility.

“How’s suburbia treating you?” Vane asked.

Dylan narrowed his eyes. “It’s been a good change for me.”

Ruby made a sound of disbelief but otherwise remained
silent.

Vane nodded slowly. “Any chance you’d come back to work?”

“No. I’m happy where I am at the moment.”

“I can’t see how you would be. You must be dying of boredom.
Small towns are for hicks and yokels,” Ruby inserted with a snide tone.

Erica’s features remained politely curious but she sat
ramrod straight, a sign of her discomfort. A bubble of frustration rose to the
surface. “I think we made a mistake coming here. Erica, ready to go?”

As he stood, he helped Erica up.

“You think you’re so enlightened, don’t you?” Ruby hissed as
she knocked away Vane’s hand. “But you aren’t. You’re no better than any of
us.”

“Ruby. That’s enough!” Vane snarled.

Her mouth snapped shut, but she spoke her dislike clear
enough by the glare directed at Erica. Dylan pressed his hand on the small of
Erica’s back and led her from the restaurant. The cool air hit them first,
followed by the salty tang from the ocean. He wrapped his arm around her and
brought her flush against him. Without checking the motion, he kissed the top
of her head and inhaled fruity shampoo. “Do you still want to go to the beach?”

“If you don’t mind?”

“No. I don’t mind,” he lied.

He’d much prefer to return to his old apartment and forget
about tonight’s disaster. But he wanted to show her some of the natural beauty
LA had to offer. Hand wrapped around her waist, he led her down toward the
beach, passing people ready for the night ahead. Like most nights, it buzzed
with activity, unlike back at Templeton.

Erica hugged her body, a wry twist on her lips. “Ruby didn’t
like me much, did she?”

“She wasn’t like this before. Ever since I left the industry
there’s been some hurt feelings. I guess I didn’t address them before taking
off.”

She cast him an inquiring look. “Is everything taken so
personally?”

Dylan cleared his throat. “We…ah, worked very close
together. I’ll probably call them later to clear the air. Don’t worry about
it.”

Erica nodded and they both fell silent. They crossed over
the boardwalk onto the beach, the ocean a black mass of movement. Salt hung in
the air and invisible waves crashed onto the shore in a constant rumble.

Erica stopped and Dylan dropped his arm. She bent down and
removed her sandals then straightened. Her eyelids fluttered and joy passed
over her features. “Ooh. I always wanted to feel the sand between my toes.
Beach sand, mind you.”

Dylan blinked in surprise. “You’ve never been to a beach?”

She shrugged one shoulder. “No.”

Humbled, Dylan decided to follow suit and removed his shoes.
Hand in hand, they sauntered down to the water’s edge. The crashing waves were
louder now and Erica dropped his hand to chase a wave as it receded. Another
came over it and she squealed in delight and turned tail to run back. Dylan
grinned. She was like a child. Full of exuberant delight over the simple
things.

He watched her for a full minute running after the waves and
laughing as she tried to avoid the backsplash. She had a few near misses, but
always managed to evade the ocean’s grasp. Taken on a whim, Dylan dropped his
shoes and followed after her as she ran back toward the shore, her eyes alight
with joy. He latched onto her waist and chuckled as she squealed. He moved a
few steps forward. The wave crashed into their thighs, Erica’s scream
intermingled with giggles.

“Oh I’m wet!”

Dylan kissed her shoulder and scooped her up to save her
from another frigid wave. “What did you expect chasing waves like that?”

Her arms wrapped around his neck. “I didn’t expect you to
drag
me in here!”

Dylan smirked. “No dragging required.”

His arms dropped as another wave came through. She squeaked
and bounced in an attempt to avoid the water, but it was too late. Hands on her
waist, he brought her into his body and kissed her. She tasted of salt and
desire. Her arms curled around his neck and he delved inside, tasting the
sweetness of her mouth. He teased her tongue and suckled, his hands pressed on
her lower back. Everything receded and the cold waves ceased to matter. Warmth
suffused his body and lodged in his chest as Erica moaned in delight. His dick
thickened and throbbed in painful need. He wanted to take her in the sand. To
feel the waves lick at his toes while he made love to Erica’s luscious body.

He broke the kiss to peer into glazed eyes. “Care to hold
that thought ’til we get back to the apartment?”

She licked her lips and nodded. Hell yes. Hand wrapped
around hers, they ran like horny teenagers from the beach and back to the
apartment.

The moment the door shut behind him, Erica threw herself
into his arms. Dylan grunted and wrapped his arms around her, accepting her
kiss and returning it with passion. He cupped the back of her head and forced
her to open beneath him. His tongue teased and retreated. Lapped just the
inside of her lips in quick little flicks before he tasted what lay beyond. Her
breasts rubbed against his shirt, the hardened nubs of her nipples pressed
against his chest. Hands pulled at his collar and he laughed against her mouth
before breaking off.

“I want it off,” Erica said, her tone breathy and desperate.

Without a word, he shucked off his shirt. Her appreciative
purr shot a slice of hot desire right to his dick. She trailed reverent hands
over his chest, the awe in her face and the feather touch of her fingertips
setting his desire ablaze. His dick hardened to the point of pain. He wanted
her. Wanted to ravage her body and hear her scream. Dylan drew her into him to
nibble on her neck. Her pulse raced beneath his tongue and he applied gentle
pressure before lapping at her salty flesh. Erica panted, nails raked up his
back and the sting merged with hot need, making him groan.

He traced his palms up her soft arms and hooked his fingers
beneath the delicate shoulder straps. With one decisive jerk, the fabric
snapped from the seams and the dress fell in a pool around her legs. Hot damn.
He devoured the lush sight of her in the underwear he’d picked. Sky-blue lace
barely concealed her curvaceous body. His mouth watered at the vision of Venus
De Milo. Flaming hair and pert tits. Her creamy skin glistened in the light and
he wanted to taste every part of her. He cupped her silky breasts, the pad of
his thumb skimmed over her nipples through the delicate lace. The demi-bra
barely covered the pinkened flesh and with one push, her breasts spilled over
into the palms of his hands. He suckled a breast, rolling the hardened nipple
between his teeth then applied enough pressure to cause a bit of pain. Only
enough to heighten her pleasure. Erica’s whimper set him on fire. His dick
ached to be inside her and it threatened to bring him to his knees.

God, he couldn’t stand to wait anymore. He’d teased them
both long enough that all he did was ache. Ache for her. He picked her up and
carried her into his room, the light from the living room cut a sharp line
across his bed. Knees on the edge of the mattress, he lowered her to the sheets
and looked his fill. Her fiery hair fanned out across the pillow, her eyes hot
with pent-up desire. One of her legs cocked up and he wanted to lick a line
from the back of her knee right down to her pussy. Jesus, she had such white,
perfect skin. Freckles speckled her body and he wanted to kiss every single
one.

Wordlessly, he slipped his thumbs under the elastic band and
pulled her panties from her in one smooth move. Her feet kicked up to help and
he grasped a petite foot. Staring down at her, he placed an open-mouthed kiss
on her arch. Her toes wiggled and he nipped at one as she giggled.

“That tickles,” she pouted.

Dylan grinned and kissed a line up the back of her calf to
make little circles behind her knee. Her snicker became a stuttered gasp. His
dick screamed at him to fill her and find his pleasure, but he withheld. His
fingers slid up and down her inner thigh. Erica writhed under his touch, the
muscles quivering beneath his hand. Eyelids at half-mast, she rocked in silent
command. She wanted him.

Hiding his smile behind her leg, he kissed that sweet spot
behind her knee as he swept his fingers over her. Back and forth, a light brush
over her clitoris. Erica writhed and clutched at the pillow in desperate need.
The smile dropped from his face as he became enthralled by the sensual byplay
of his own making. She was a goddess. A seductress and jezebel. He released her
foot and fondled her flesh. The pad of his fingers slipped over the button of
her desire and along her swollen lips. He shuddered as a gasp of pure need left
him.

Damn she was so wet. Erica whimpered, clutching blindly at
the sheets. Leaning forward, he pressed two fingers into her cunt, finding the
place all women loved. The walls of her canal gripped him and the juices
gathered on his knuckles. Fully imbedded in her sweet sex, he circled his thumb
over her clit. Her gasping breath pierced the tense silence. The scent of her
flowery perfume and her sex intermingled, flavoring the air. Erica muffled a
shriek, back arched as a tremble moved through her frame. His dick pressed
painfully against his jeans.

Erica made sounds only a woman familiar with her own
pleasure did, sounds he was well familiar with, but the effect of it floored
him. His heart pounded at her whimpers and his chest felt as though it’d
implode with joy. She stabbed him with a look of a practiced porn star, but
with an undertone of emotion he often found lacking in his bed. Shit, he
shouldn’t be doing this with her. She deserved more than this. More than
someone like him. He wanted to listen to the voice of reason, but his cock
would have none of it.

“Please, please,” she begged on a broken breath.

Dylan plunged his fingers in and out of her beautiful pussy.
The wet sound of her sex and her whimpers made his penis jerk and rub against
the rough fabric. God, he could come like this alone. He was pathetic. A
practiced performer in sex, he was about to come like a teenager.

Erica levered up and reached for him. Her small hand latched
on to his pants and she unhooked the buttons and wrapped her hand around his
girth, pre-cum making her grip slippery and delicious. Dylan’s eyes slid shut.
His balls tightened and ecstasy raced down his shaft with every slide of her
hand. He worked her in tandem, thrusting in time in an erotic foreplay. His
hand planted over her shoulder and he stared down at her, capturing every play
of emotion over her face. The little pout of pleasure, a gasp of need and a
moan of a mini-orgasm. Fuck yeah.

The whisper of fabric didn’t register until he felt cool air
touch his ass. She grasped his butt and pulled him toward her. Her soft belly
touched the head of his cock and he bit back a curse as pleasure spiraled down
his dick. He glanced down at her hand and experienced a momentary stab of pain
as a drop of pre-cum stained her skin, but she only worked harder, making him
moan in white-hot need.

“Enough,” he rasped, his hand on her wrist.

Erica blinked at him owlishly. “Why?”

“I’ll come if you go any further.”

“I wouldn’t mind,” she said impishly.

“Jesus, Erica. I promise another time, but for now, I wanna
be in you.”

“Oh.”

Released from her boa-like grasp, he jerked out of his pants
while she worked her bra. He paused in mid-motion as the garment fell free, her
breasts swaying beautifully. By sheer force of will, he cut his gaze from her
and found the unopened packet of condoms. Rolling one on, he rejoined her on
the bed, his hand on one thigh to spread her for him. He hovered over her, his
elbow pressed by her ear, and stared into her guileless hazel eyes. His heart
did an unsteady trip-up and he swallowed the strange lump in his throat. He
eased into her. Her hot flesh hugged him and welcomed him home.

He withdrew to the tip and thrust forward, their gasps
intermingled and punctuated the air. With deliberate ease, he pistoned into
her, learning the subtle vibration of her canal, and rejoiced at every little
quiver. Every little moan. A hand slipped under her to cup her ass and brought
her body into his as he increased the pace. Hot pleasure spiraled around his
cock and shot up his spine. He clenched his teeth against the need to swear.
It’d never felt so damn good. Ecstasy raked him over hot coals of lust and he
hissed in a breath. Sweat trailed down his back and he lost what little
remained of his control. Dylan pounded into her and reveled in the pleasure of
being inside her. Hot, luscious waves raced across his skin and in the distance
he heard Erica cry out. He opened his eyes and drank in the sight of her, taken
by the feel of him inside her. Hair splayed about her head in a fiery halo, her
bee-stung lips parted in awe. Their gaze caught and held, her eyes glazed with
lust. The first tremble of her canal wrapped around his cock and foretold her
approaching orgasm.

He worked harder, desperate to fly with her. Just as she
screamed his name, Dylan grunted. Her pussy clenched around him and pushed him
over the edge. He came with a muffled curse against her shoulder. All strength
left him and he rolled off her to stare up at the ceiling. That was the best
fuck he’d ever had.

“Wow,” Erica gasped.

He couldn’t have said it better himself. Somewhere in the
back of his mind, he knew something major had shifted and he worried for it.
Knocking aside the apprehension, he sat up and cleaned himself. Rolling onto
his side, he ran a finger over her shoulder and drew little circles. Erica lay
much as she did before, her hand over her forehead and a secretive smile on her
face. Dylan kissed her shoulder and her attention shifted to him.