Page 99 of It's About Time
Kiss Dilynne.
Show Tori and everyone else that you aren’t afraid, that maybe what you’re feeling isn’t wrong.
When I walk through the door, the first thing I hear is Dilynne’s laughter. She’s holding a glass of wine, smiling from ear to ear, talking with Vienna, Elodie, and Laney. Her red top clings to her torso, her black shorts hang low on her hips, and the strongest urge to rip that bandana off her head and free her hair from that messy bun overwhelms me.
She’s fucking gorgeous. Tempting. A siren with a bold mouth that I want to taste.
And I’m tired of holding myself back.
As soon as I hear the door open behind me signaling that Fletcher and Rhonan followed me, a switch flips. I close the distance between us, feeling the boys watching me from the corner of my eye, but my gaze is focused on Dilynne.
Fuck it.
It’s time to see if everything I’ve been feeling is just lust or something more.
Sliding up behind her, I wrap my arm around her waist and whisper in her ear, “I need to talk to you.”
Her face twists to the side to face me. “I’m kind of busy.”
“This can’t wait.”
“What could possibly be so urgent?”
I grab her wine glass from her hand, giving it to Laney. “Can you hold this please?”
Her eyes go wide. “Okay…”
“Elliot!” Dilynne chastises me as I take her by the hand and lead her off to the side of the room, pinning her up against the wall. “What the hell has gotten into you?”
“You have, woman,” I grate out before crashing my mouth to hers.
And Fuck. Me. Sideways.
When our tongues touch, my entire body ignites in an inferno raging out of control. Fire races through my veins, one hand lands on her ass, pulling her closer, while the other cradles the back of her head, keeping her mouth fused to mine. And when she lets out a moan that vibrates against my lips, it spikes my need even higher.
But the detail that makes my heart pump harder and my cock feel like steel is that Dilynne is kissing me back with just as much passion.
She buries her hands in my hair, yanking on the strands so hard that it borders on painful. Her tongue tangles with mine, making my cock ache to be released, ready to fucking own her in every way imaginable. She lifts her leg and wraps it around my waist, letting me press my cock right between her thighs, feeling her heat torturing me through the fabric covering us both. And her tits are pressed against my chest, making me ache to take them in my mouth, to tease her and bring her to the brink of pleasure before watching her break apart just for me.
She’s so damn responsive, so sexy, so fucking eager to let me take control.
And all it does is make me wonder how much control she’d be willing to give me.
But not here.
Not in front of all these people.
No. When I take Dilynne for the first time, it will be where only I get to see her, hear her, claim her.
I need to fucking make that happen.
And judging by the way she’s kissing me back, I think she might just need that too.
The noise from people around us finally breaks the sound barrier encasing us, and when I pull away from her, she’s staring up at me with wide eyes, full of shock and anger. Our chests are heaving, breath passing over each other’s lips, and silence rests between us with so many unspoken words that it takes a full minute before Dilynne finally finds hers.
Her voice is low when she speaks. “What the actual fuck, Elliot?” She glances around us for a second and then her eyes land back on me. “Have you lost your damn mind?”
“Probably,” I reply, resting my forehead on hers, still trying to catch my breath.
