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“He’s the one I ran into on the day of our blind date. Funny, eh? But we’re not engaged. Long story short, he’s an old friend, but I’m not sure what field he went in…”
“Sorry…can’t help.”
His words and the look in his eyes definitely make me feel foolish. There are thousands of doctors in the area—how big are the chances that they know each other?
“Wait,” Herbert says, holding up a hand to stop me from leaving. “I do know a Dr. Maxwell.”
“You do? Really?” Hope flares inside my chest, and I almost forget to breathe.
“Yes. He’s a retired pediatrician. Must be in his eighties. That the one?”
“No.” I shake my head, disappointed. It would have been too much of a coincidence. “But thanks anyway.”
Oh, well. That led to absolutely nothing. I feel better though. Not only have I made things right with Herbert, but I also don’t have to feel like an absolute jerk in the future for not at least trying to find the father of my child. It soothes my bad conscience. Time to let go.
Even if, by some miracle, Dillan realized he didn’t mind my profession, it would still end in disaster. He told me he doesn’t want kids. He made that crystal clear. So, in a way, it’s better if I don’t find him. This way, I save us both from the mess of him hating me after dropping a bombshell, and me nursing an irreparably shattered heart. Fate never favored us being together, so I better listen to its cues.
Dillan Maxwell should never find out that he has a baby, and that’s that.
Iadjust my pillow and turn around. Closing my eyes, he’s there—the man I can’t shake. The man I can’t forget. The man who invaded my heart and refuses to leave.
It’s always him and me.
Our bodies move together, swaying. It’s a dance, not on a stage, but in a space where the rules are different. His touch feels real, insanely vivid and wrong. Like a secret rendezvous. It’s spontaneous. It’s delicious.
His touch, the intimacy, the closeness, it’s all there.
“What are you going to do to me tonight?” I whisper to him.
The moonlight caresses Dillan’s face just enough to reflect the glow in his eyes. “If I tell you, that would spoil the fun, don’t you think?”
His lips move to the thin fabric of my nightgown, and he brings one of my breasts into his mouth, licking at it through my clothing. I feel my nipples stiffen from the attention, and the sensation only intensifies as Dillan takes my wrists to hold them above my head, pinning me to the bed.
He’s only in pants. No shirt. No socks. Just his jeans.
“Dillan, that’s pure torture,” I exclaim into the darkness. My body writhes involuntarily when he lifts up my nightgown, and Dillan presses his hips down to mine to hold me in place.
“So squirmy,” he rumbles, lifting his head from my naked breasts. My nipples harden from the cold and peak as they reach out to him.
“I’m beginning to think that you want something more, Lizzie.” He removes one of his hands from my wrists to glide it down my body and rest it just lightly between my legs.
I pant with pulsing want as Dillan tugs down my panties. He presses his middle finger to my soft folds and dabs at my wetness.
The touch of his finger sends electrifying want through me.
Dillan removes his hand to bring the finger to his lips. He growls contentedly. “And it seems like I’m spot on.”
My eyes grow as I watch him taste me, and then he tears off my panties with a snarl, tossing them across the room.
“I’m going to take you hard, baby. You’re going to be completely mine tonight.”
Instinctively, I spread my legs for Dillan, but he closes them and shakes his head. “Oh, no, we’re not done yet. I’ll have you screaming my name before I’m even inside you.”
I suck in a breath as I watch him use his shirt to tie my wrists together, and then flips me over onto my front. I wriggle helplessly as Dillan brings his hand down in a swift pat against my backside. Though the slap is light, it sounds loud in the hotel room. He lifts my hips upward until I rest on my knees, and his light touches across my exposed skin cause me to whimper with expectation.
I hear him climb off the bed and circle around to come into my view. He still wears his blue jeans, but he has his thumb hooked in the top, and with a deft swipe of his fingers, he pops the button from the hole, and the zipper skitters downward halfway from the force. Dillan remains in front of me, slowly moving the zipper down the rest of the way. The bulge underneath his boxers becomes clearer, and I watch him slide his jeans down his hip.
When I broke up with Rex, I told Pippa (and myself) that I didn’t want to fall in love again, and now here I am falling in love with every movement he makes. Dillan inches his jeans lower, and then moves to his boxers. I’m not so sure that I would have ever been comfortable talking about my dreams, my hopes, my everything with Rex, or any other man I’ve been with. Dillan, though... I will always be comfortable around him.
