Glow by Beth Kery Page A

time.
    Something in his gaze made her eyes clamp tight again.
    So hot. So possessive.
    He came down over her, still fully dressed, and straddled her hips on all fours. She made a muffled sound of arousal when she felt him plant his hands on the mattress above her shoulders, and knew he towered above her.
    â€œLook at me.”
    He said it bluntly, a hint of impatience in his tone.
    She stared up at him, trying desperately to even her choppy breathing. He held her gaze as he bent his arms. His dark head lowered. She cried out in helpless, cutting arousal when he sucked an erect nipple into his mouth and laved it briskly with his tongue. He lifted one hand and molded the breast on which he sucked, his actions focused and greedy. Her hips shifted restlessly on the bed as arousal swelled between her thighs.
    â€œDylan,” she called desperately after a moment, but he was lost in his task of consuming her. He squeezed her breast lasciviously while he tortured her nipple with his tongue. He kissed her flushed skin with gentle, worshipful lips, then sucked on her againhungrily. Alice writhed beneath him, moaning his name until her cries grew desperate.
    â€œWhat?”
he asked abruptly, and she realized her chanting of his name had finally breached his single-minded lust.
    She unclenched her eyelids, her breath catching at the vision of him. He held both of her breasts in his large hands possessively. His mouth was twisted slightly in a snarl—not one of anger, Alice recognized, but one of interrupted appetite. The globes of her breasts looked pale next to his hands, the nipples reddened and damp. She nearly shut her eyes again at the potency of the vision.
    â€œWhat is it?” he repeated, his thumbs sliding slowly over her nipples.
    She struggled to capture the ends of her fraying purpose.
    â€œI’m not sure I trust you,” she accused in a tight whisper.
    She almost bit her lip to still her anguish when his stroking thumbs stilled on her damp nipples.
    â€œWhat do you mean?” She experienced a blast of the cold sharp anger Sebastian Kehoe must have felt this morning coming face-to-face with Dylan’s wrath.
    Why had she felt the need to tell him now, in this intimate moment? She was so raw. So vulnerable to him.
    That’s why you did it.
    â€œAlice?”
    She shook her head on the pillow. “I realized it today. That’s why I didn’t meet you tonight.”
    His expression darkened. “What happened? Did someone say something to you? Jim Sheridan? Kehoe?”
    â€œNo. It’s nothing like that. No one said anything to me. Why did you have to act like a paranoid Neanderthal today in the woods? Don’t you trust Jim Sheridan? I thought you were friends.”
    â€œWe are friends. And I do trust him. I had my reasons, Alice.”
    She waited for the rest, her brow cocked. She sighed in frustration when he remained silent and implacable.
    â€œThere.
That’s
why I don’t trust you. You keep things from me.
Still
. Besides . . . I’m not sure I trust anyone. Not completely.”
    Her defiant words sounded feeble to her own ears. They seemed to hang in the air between them, inadequate and limp.
    â€œDo you want to be here? With me?” he asked.
    â€œYou know I do. I’m just so confused.”
    â€œDo you think I don’t know what it’s like? To be told to trust, just because an authority figure tells you to?” He shook his head. “I’m even more accomplished at doubting than you, Alice.”
    His gaze lowered over her throat and chest, to where he held her breasts in his hands. Her nipples prickled at the weight of his gaze.
    â€œYour body trusts me. Even if your mind doesn’t,” he said grimly after a moment. “For someone like you—for someone like
us
—trust doesn’t come wholesale. It comes in stages. And this”—he nodded at her flushed, naked body—“is a