A Hot Mess by Christy Gissendaner Page B

the need to be possessed by Dylan, to have him deep inside her. She’d been given a sneak peek of his performance, and she could only imagine the rest would be fireworks.
    They rode to the eighth floor with six other people crowded into the elevator. Cait stood next to Dylan, desperate to touch him but not able to. It was pure torture but blessedly brief.
    The elevator stopped at their floor. They squeezed through the bodies and luggage to exit. Dylan grabbed her hand, and they raced to the room, collapsing against each other at the door, breathless with laughter and exertion.
    Mid-laugh, Cait looked at Dylan, and her breath caught at the look on his face. He watched her intently, his laughter trailing off as well.
    He touched her face and trailed his fingertip down the line of her jaw. “Hey.”
    “Hey,” she replied in a soft voice.
    The adage was true, old friends could pick up where they left off as if they’d never been apart. Would it be the same for them as lovers?
    Dylan leaned close and rubbed his nose against hers. “Are you ready?”
    “Yes,” she whispered.
    He unlocked the door, and Cait passed through the entrance. He followed close behind, and the door closed with a soft click. Dylan tossed the keycard on the counter of the wet bar while she moved to the center of the room.
    Cait turned to face him, her fingers twisting together anxiously in front of her. This was it, the moment she’d waited half a lifetime for, even though she would never admit it to him. All paths led to this one. Despite their separate adult lives, she and Dylan were meant to travel this road together. They’d shared so much, it was only right they shared this.
    Dylan grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it off in what seemed to be slow motion. Cait watched as his waist, and then his abs, and finally his pecs were bared. He was pure perfection, tanned and muscular with strong arms and a broad chest.
    He bent down to remove his shoes and socks and tossed them aside. Cait stood still and watched him advance on her. His undid his jeans but did not pull them off.
    Dylan reached her and pulled her close for a kiss. Cait closed her eyes and gave herself over to the joy of being with him.
    Dylan bent his knees, and his hands delved under her dress. His fingers hooked in the elastic waist of her panties and pulled them down and off. He slipped her shoes off but did not try to remove her dress. Instead he pulled up the hem and cupped the bare skin of her ass.
    Cait moaned and pressed close to him. The unzipped flaps of his jeans scraped her belly, but she ignored the slight bite of pain. The denim caressed her legs as she rubbed against him, straining to feel more.
    She took hold of the waist of his jeans and slid her fingers under the waistband of his boxers. The tips of her fingers brushed his hard cock. She tried to wrap her hand around the shaft, but it was hard to do since his erection was trapped in the denim. There was not enough room for her to maneuver her hand.
    With a frustrated hiss, she pulled her hand out of his jeans. She yanked on them, and Dylan leaned back, so she could pull them completely off. She went to her knees to pull his feet free of the pant legs. Sitting back, she glanced up.
    Cait gulped at the sight of his erection peeping at her from the opening of his boxers. She touched the tip and smoothed away the pearlescent drop of semen at the slit.
    She cut her eyes to Dylan, who watched her actions. “Condom?”
    He nodded. “I have some in my bag.”
    She slid her hand inside his boxers and wrapped around the shaft, marveling at his length and thickness. She teased the head of his cock with her thumb, massaging the skin in lazy circles.
    She moved her gaze back to Dylan’s face. His head was thrown back, the cords of his neck visibly moving as a moan escaped him. She studied the underside of his chin until he tilted his head down and met her eyes.
    “Cait,” he mouthed. If he said it aloud, it was so low