Irresistible Compulsions

||Chp. Eighteen|| Say The Word And I'll Stop

The door barely has time to click shut behind us before Dylan's body is pressing mine up against it, his muscular frame dwarfing me without even trying. One arm holding onto the door beside my head whilst the other holds my hip firmly in place against his body.

"I meant what I said earlier." His breath heats my right ear as his whisper engulfs me, his body caging me in.

My eyes scan his, a mixture of darkness and desire staring back at me.

"Which part?"

"You look fucking unreal in this." His hand on my hip tugs gently at the yellow fabric beneath his fingertips.

My skin ignites beneath his touch, heat flushing each inch of my skin as I take in his words. The now familiar blend of desire and reluctance consumes my thoughts, hesitancy to go further, to cross a line that we wouldn't be able to come back from. 

"Dylan-" The words get caught in my throat as he leans in closer, his lips now impossibly close to my own yet somehow still not making contact. "We shouldn't do this." I insist though it comes out more so a plea, begging him to put an end to this, knowing I don't have the willpower to step aside.

My pleas go unanswered as his lips graze the corner of my mouth, gently tickling the skin before trailing their way back to my ear, his stubble grazing my jaw along the way. "I just want to give you a birthday present." Enthralled by the inviting scent of his cologne as his lips find my neck, lingering after each delicate kiss that graces my skin. "Can I do that Evie?" 

I'm at a loss for words, his lips tracing my exposed collar bone. 

I don't need to see his face to know he's wearing a smirk, proud of the clear effect he's having on me.

A moan falls from my lips as his mouth finds the curve where my neck and shoulder meets, his teeth gently grazing the delicate skin that lays in his wake. "I don't think that's a good idea..." My words drawl on longer than intended and I can't help but to internally curse myself out for being a weak bitch.

His eyes find mine, genuinely searching them as he lets out his next words, each one laced with sincerity and promise. "Say the word and I'll stop."

An out. He's giving me an out.

One word and this all stops, we walk away.

So tell me why I don't say anything, opting rather to hold his stare, gulping as the possibilities of what's to come race through my head.

Call it temporary insanity caused by my impending ovulation.

I can practically see the cogs turn within his head, any hesitance he had seconds ago dissipating into thin air as he takes in my desire filled gaze.

Our lips collide, fighting against one another in a battle for dominance, his ultimately prevailing as he effortlessly lifts me up, my legs immediately wrapping around his waist in the process.

I barely have time to feel self conscious about my weight before his left arm wraps around my back in support, the other holding the small of my neck in place as his tongue explores my mouth, tickling my own as it dances around.

His groan fills my mouth as his hand skims my bare ass, dress pooling around my midriff.

The tenderness of his lips paired with the harsh sting of his stubble grazing against my chin floods my senses, another moan spilling from me before I have time to catch it.

The arm around my waist crawls it's way up my back, tracing the length of my spine beneath the dress, a line of goosebumps appearing in his wake as he strides us into the lounge room.