items Paul refused to get rid of because Alex’s mother had chosen them, and Alex’s taste, which ran to Southwest-themed colors and artwork. Somehow, it worked to make the house seem like a cozy home, one that held familial love like a warm blanket.
She dropped her bag on the sofa and stepped into Dylan’s arms for a kiss. He’d put on a light, long-sleeved plaid flannel shirt, thankfully, though he hadn’t snapped it up. The carved muscles under the too-tight t-shirt still peeked from between the opening.
Alex savored the comfort of the strong arms encircling her and deepened the kiss, slipping her tongue between Dylan’s lips just enough to part them. He responded by gathering her closer and running his own tongue across her sensitive lips.
Forgetting he wanted to tell her something, Alex took full advantage of the rare opportunity to be alone with Dylan where their activities weren’t open to public view. She slipped her hands under the hem of his t-shirt, to run them over the smooth, warm skin beneath. Before she knew it, he was guiding her to her room, the scene of the incident that separated them more than four years ago.
Things were different now, but if she stopped to think about it, maybe her dad still wouldn’t want this to happen here. There was no stopping, though. Her intensity matched Dylan’s as they reveled in the moment. She pushed his t-shirt up until he shrugged out of it, stopping his busy hands from undressing her only long enough to throw it aside. Her top soon followed it, and then her bra.
Dylan’s lovemaking was like being worshiped. Every molecule of her body danced under the attention of his lips and tongue, until she felt as if she might fly into a million pieces if he didn’t come to her, right now. When they joined, the earth stood still.
Nothing mattered but being in his arms and holding him in hers. Alex didn’t think about his brothers, or her schoolwork. She forgot Herman Alvarez, her dad, everything. Everything but the moment, and the moment was forever — infinite, like the stars. And then, she imploded.
Alex came to her senses cradled against Dylan’s chest, her face wet with the tears she shed in her ecstasy. She sighed and pulled away. “We can’t do that here, Dylan.”
“You started it,” he laughed. She flopped over, turned away from him on the bed and grabbed a pillow. “You know why they call these throw pillows, right?”
Dylan laughed, held up his hands in a mock defensive stance and waited for the blow that never came. When she put the pillow down, he grew more serious.
“Lexi, we need to talk,” he said again. He got up and started to gather their clothes, tossing hers to her and pulling on his own. He was watching her closely, which put her on alert. Alex leaned back against the pillows and waited.
“I have to do something for someone, and you can’t be involved. It isn’t my secret to tell, so please don’t ask me.”
“Is it something to do with us, or is it Alvarez?” she asked, making an easy connection. It had to have something to do with the dead man and Wanda’s involvement. Alex had no intention of being cut out of this story. “Or, wait. Something about your brothers? I already told you I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize that.” She pulled her top over her head and came out scowling.
His expression changed, but not in the way she expected. His eyes lit with excitement that she couldn’t put together.
“Your brothers! Something’s happened. What is it Dylan? Please, you look happy. Has the adoption been approved?” She both eagerly anticipated that happening, for Dylan’s sake, and dreaded it, for hers.
Once he had his brothers, their time would be cut in half, or worse. But she’d promised not to let the boys believe she was a permanent fixture in Dylan’s life. That was far from certain, despite the visceral pull he held for her. This was a strange time to spring it on her, though, when they’d just made
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