Page 17 of Wild Obsession
Chapter Six
Sean
Friends.
He wanted friendship, and honestly, that was more than I should’ve expected.Dylan was possibly the most closed off man I’d ever met.
Also, the most drop-dead gorgeous.
I’d been the one in pursuit all night, hiding behind the casual act I’d perfected over the years.No big deal, no second thoughts, take it or leave it.That was my thing.
That was always my thing.
But right now, I couldn’t imagine walking away.Leaving anything on the table with him felt like it might ruin me.
Didn’t matter that it made no sense.It just was.
“Friends works.”I turned in my seat and stuck my hand out to him, the buzz of alcohol still humming through me.
A handshake was very civilized.Very adult.Very much the move of a man without ulterior motives.
His grip closed around mine.It was warm, firm, and lingering.He held on a moment too long, or maybe I did, and his eyes dropped to our hands like he wasn’t sure what to do with the contact.
That was all it took.
I pulled.Hard and fast, before I could talk myself out of it.
He came crashing into me, all chest and shoulders and the sharp scent of his cologne, the air punching out of my lungs as my back hit the door.For a second, I froze.Every smart remark, every easy deflection, every carefully constructed layer of aloof charm.All of it went quiet at once.
Well.Okay then.
If I was sober, I might’ve seen his move coming.As it was, the speed and force of it knocked me back, lighting me up from the inside out.He was pinning me against the door of his own car like I’d made a move on him.Which, to be fair, I had.But still…
A laugh tore out of me.
Uninhibited and fucking real, not the performance I was used to putting on.The high it gave me hit harder than any drug I’d ever touched.Or maybe it was the sharp look on his devastating face making my head spin.
Then his fierce expression broke, and suddenly, he was laughing too.The rough sound vibrated against me, shooting sparks along my skin.
I’d spent the night watching him hold himself together, rigid and purposeful.He’d stood in that room full of people who’d hurt him—people who were still hurting him—and quietly erased himself, pretending none of it bothered him.Like the sight of the woman he said he loved, in the arms of another man, was nothing more than a minor inconvenience.
It was the best act I’d ever seen.Almost as good as my own.
But it was still an act.
I’d pushed every button I could think of to see if I could get him to crack.To give me a hint of what he was hiding underneath his beautiful buttoned-up exterior.
And here it was.He was laughing with me, in the dark, his hard body dominating mine, and every cell in my being was crying for more.
I reached up, curled my fingers into his messy blond hair—the only part of him that wasn’t under control—and pulled his mouth to mine.
He didn’t hesitate or try to pull back.He kissed me, and the part of me that had been hurting for longer than I could remember cracked into pure, uncomplicated need.
The kiss wasn’t the exploratory, testing kiss of a man unsure of his footing.Dylan kissed me like he’d planned it and wasn’t interested in revisiting the decision.He was rough and unyielding, forcing me to open for him in a way that would’ve made me hard if I wasn’t already.
I’d been sporting a semi from the moment I’d first spotted him.But now…fuck, now my dick was ready to punch through my zipper.
His dominance was absolute.Exactly like I’d hoped it would be.
