Sex with Lauren was unlike any sex he’d ever had. And Dillon was not a stranger to sex. He was well – very well – acquainted. But that right there? That was amazing. He stared at the red hand prints on her ass that were splattered with his seed. He had a strange need to swipe through his come with his fingers and push it up inside of her.
Where the fuck is this coming from?
Dillon didn’t believe in love at first sight, but he was starting to believe there could be something more than just a one night stand here.
He hoped there was something more than a one night stand.
“How about we get in the shower and clean you up, baby,” he suggested, before snagging his t-shirt off the floor and wiping her down. She rolled over and gave him a satisfied smile.
“That was…” she started, her voice trailing off, clearly unable to finish her sentence.
“Yeah. It was fucking amazing,” he agreed, knowing exactly what she was trying to say. “Best sex of my life, honey,” he said as he lowered his mouth to hers, giving her a sweet, chaste kiss. It was almost humorous, given how very unchaste they’d been for the past thirty minutes.
“Really?” she asked. “Best of your life?” She sounded like she didn’t believe him and he was worried that maybe it had been the best of his, but not the best of hers.
“Not lying, babe. Don’t tell me if it wasn’t the best of yours. I can’t handle knowing that it wasn’t.”
She giggled. Dillon loved that sound. “It was definitely the best of mine. You don’t have to worry about that.” She gave him a coy smile and his dick stirred. She was going to be the death of him.
“Burned him out of your brain, did I?” he asked.
“Who?” she asked, a smile on her face.
Dillon grinned. “Yeah, that’s right. Fucker doesn’t deserve any of your headspace.”
He paused for a moment and stared into her eyes. He decided he would say exactly what he was thinking. “I wish I could keep you,” he whispered.
Lauren’s eyes went wide in panic and Dillon instantly regretted saying what was on his mind.
“Dillon, I have to go.”
“No. No, you do not. Forget I said that.”
“I can’t forget you said that,” she said, her voice raised. “I have to go before this becomes something other than exactly what it is.”
“Oh yeah? What is this, Lauren?” he asked, raising his voice to match hers, becoming defiant.
“A one night stand.”
Dillon laughed. “That’s all this can be to you? After everything tonight? After that?” He sounded like he couldn’t possibly believe her. And maybe she shouldn’t believe herself either. But this couldn’t be anything more.
“Yes. And that’s all it can be to you, too,” she said. “I have to get back to my team and out to the fire and my head has to be in the game and not caught up pining over a cop in a small town in Montana that I’ll probably never see again.”
Fuck. She was right. This would never be anything more than the best night of sex he’d ever have. And he’d probably spend the rest of his life trying for a repeat. But he knew in his gut that he’d never find this again.
“If one night is all I get, get your ass in the shower. We have a lot more fucking to do.”
“Dillon,” she sighed, “it’s probably better if I just go back to camp. Can you take me or call me a cab?”
“Lauren, no. Don’t worry. We’ll keep this light. I won’t say anything stupid for the rest of the night. Just let me make you feel good. We’ll say goodbye in the morning and you’ll never have to see my ugly mug again.”
He could see the war happening behind her eyes. Instead of letting her think, he pulled her out of bed and into his bathroom, slapping her sticky ass as he pushed her toward the shower. She squealed in response.
“Fine, but you’re washing my ass, Cowboy.”
Dillon smacked her ass again. “That’s a given, whether you asked or not.”
Dillon decided to make the most of it. If one night was all he was going to get with this sexy hotshot, he was going to make it count. Even if it meant his heart would probably break for the first time in the morning.