Criminal Love

18. Not Anymore...

In the morning - Monday

Yue is still asleep and embracing Dylan as though he were a giant teddy bear. Her face is sunk on the curve of his neck and she's exhaling damp breaths on his skin.

One of Yue's arms is around Dylan's head, the other is wrapping his chest; her left leg is between his legs and the right one is bent around him, with her foot tucked under his thigh. She is basically all over him.

How the hell did she take ownership of him like this? And he let her!

Unprecedented. Dylan never allowed women to touch him when he sleeps.

Dylan is sprawled on the bed when he feels the abnormal weight on his body and begins to wake, wondering what is happening. He squints his eyes and glimpses at the room. Key West... We're still here...

As he realizes he's been taken hostage by his sweet neighbor, he smiles and folds his hands over her; he rubs his face on her hair and takes in her baby powder scent...

Tsk! Friends my ass... This is ridiculous! If you stick to all your male friends like this, I'm gonna have to use karate on them!

At a snail's pace, Dylan's hands travel down Yue's relented body and sneak inside her top to delight in the velvety, balmy skin. Amazing. He strokes her up and down, disappointed when he stumbles upon her two pieces of underwear.

Yue, who is unconsciously enjoying the treatment, adjusts herself and tightens the grip on her prisoner, squirming her body of delight.

Dylan can perceive each one of her womanly characteristics on him...

Dammit! How can any straight man resist this?!

Simple: he can't.

Dylan shifts Yue a little to see her sleeping face and begins to shower her with moist, tepid and provocative kisses, slowly, tenderly... In her forehead, her lids, her nose, her cheeks, her mouth... A hundred kisses over and over.

Yue smiles and gradually awakens with the blissful therapy. Was it a dream or is it truly happening?

"Good morning, señorita."

Oh oh... It's real. It's not one of her inappropriate dreams.

Still, it is a good morning indeed. Yue opens her eyes to focus on Dylan and his spongy morning look. Yummy. Her suggestive smirk triggers him to the point that he loses control and overcomes her.

In a jiffy, Yue finds herself pinned to the bed, crushed under his manly body, wide-eyed. Gulp.

"Do you have any idea what you did to me?" he asks, not expecting an answer. All he yearns is to kiss her lips. And boom! He crashes his mouth against her to submerge them in a sinful kiss that arouses every single cell on their bodies.

Shoots!

Didn't she say this could not become a routine? But his kisses are most definitely habit-forming! And Yue has become helpless and overly sensitive to all things Dylan. There is no escaping...

Engrossed, Dylan takes his place and wraps Yue's legs around him only to create a wave of sensations that overwhelm her. As he kisses her like it's the end of the world and appreciates her forms under his body, Yue moans. And when she does that, Dylan simply loses his mind.

When it comes to Yue, Dylan feels that he becomes someone else, a sort of caveman. His thoughts are primal and borderline ridiculous. She triggers the overbearing, jealous and protective side of him that he never knew he had.

His kisses begin to travel from her mouth to her jaw, her neck, her shoulders, her clavicle... Yue's chest is a flurry of activity that only worsens when Dylan stumbles upon her tank top. Without saying a word, he lowers from her shoulders the straps of the top and her yellow cotton bra, hoping this will send a signal that he is looking for more, and begging she won't refuse.