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Dylan doesn't answer my question, but I'm already certain that what we're about to do is not something a law-abiding citizen would do.
“Maybe. Maybe not,” Dylan shrugs.
“How do you know we won't get caught?”
He grins. “I don't.”
“Then...”
“Claire, I promised you fun—”
“Yes, but that's—”
“Sex, too. I know. But you're taking this timeout and I want you to let loose. It's time to take a chance and do things you wouldn't normally do. Push the boundaries a little.”
“I'm already doing that with you.”
His grin widens. “Trust me. This will be worth it.”
I pull my jacket around me in an effort to keep the cold out. Even though the first few days of spring have passed, the nights are still icy. It doesn't help that I'm dressed in a bathing suit underneath the jeans and cashmere jumper I wore tonight. The last thing I want to do is tackle the tall fence for a cold lakeor river that might lie beyond it. However, as I take in Dylan's anticipation, I know I'll disappoint him if I don't go through with it.
“Fine, I'll do it, but...I really hope we don't get caught.”
He gives me a quick kiss on the head. “I'll go first. Once I'm over, throw me the bag, okay?”
I look at the black picnic bag on the ground next to my feet before looking back up at Dylan. “Okay.”
Dylan scales the fence with ease. In fact, he's over it in less than five seconds.
“You've done this before, haven't you?”
“Once or twice.” He motions to the bag, asking me to throw it over to him.
I look down at the bag again, needing to hide my face and my displeasure at the thought I'm probably not the first person – first woman – he's brought to this place.
Grabbing the ridiculously heavy bag, I put all my weight behind it, move back a bit and launch it over the fence with all my might.
He easily catches it and motions for me to go over the fence.
Sighing and trying not to look as nervous as I am, I scale the fence, nearly slipping a couple of times and feeling extra graceless. I breathe out in relief as I get to the top, turn around and start my descent.
“How was that?” Dylan asks me as soon as I'm over, my feet back on solid ground.
“Scary.”
“And how do you feel now?”
I think about it for a moment, feel the adrenaline coursing through my system.
“Nervous.”
He shakes his head, moving closer and sliding a hand around my nape. “That's excitement. Get used to it.”
My lips part slightly as my stomach flips, and then his lips are on mine. His kiss is sweet and tender yet demanding. I cling to him as he turns my whole reason for existing into our kiss. Then he pulls away, leaving me breathless and needy.
Why did I let him talk me into coming tonight? I've been working so hard at keeping everything in perspective. I haven't blurred the boundaries. Every time I've started thinking about the future, I've reminded myself we're just having sex. But this tonight? His kiss? It's the most bittersweet reminder that if he wasn't leaving, I could very easily let myself fantasise about more.
He isn't supposed to be someone I could love, but he's always been so much more than just a man. To him, I'm just the woman he's screwing, and Austin's little sister. But he's always been my tormentor – the man who rejected me. The guy I pretended to dislike while hating the fact that he never returned my feelings. I'm not safe from falling in love with him simply because he's everything I thought I didn't want. The only thing that's kept me safe is my diligence in keeping our encounters strictly sexual.
