What's too fast?

**Short bonus! See you guys again next Weds. 

I stood there between the two guys, shocked. All day long I had thought Dylan was ignoring me, when in reality he was on the train to New York?

"Dylan," was all I could manage to say. He smiled stiffly, glancing once again at where my hand was enveloped in Nick's. I quickly let our hands drop, wiping my palm against the soft fabric of my dress. 

"Um Dylan, this is my friend Nick. Nick, this is Dylan," the guys shook hands awkwardly. I had always considered Nick good looking, but standing next to Dylan he seemed smaller, plainer. The blue in Dylan's eyes made the blue in Nick's look like the murky Atlantic ocean next to the Mediterranean. I ached to touch Dylan but felt too weird doing it when I had just been flirting with Nick. 

"So how do you know Danielle?" Nick interrogated, standing taller than usual.

"We met down in Sea Isle," Dylan replied, shooting me a knowing smile. I felt a familiar heat run down from my chest into my toes, unable to tear my eyes from Dylan's. I felt like a coil ready to spring, shifting my weight from left to right. 

"Do you live in New York?" Nick said, eyeing Dylan's bag suspiciously. 

"No, I actually live down in Philly. Just up for the evening," Dylan replied. 

"You didn't mention you were having company," Nick said, turning his attention to me. I was flattered by his protectiveness, but at that moment I wanted nothing more than for him to scram.

"It's a surprise to me too," I said, pasting a smile on my face. "A good surprise," I directed the last comment at Dylan. 

"I guess I'll leave you two to it then," Nick said, looking like he would like nothing more than to sucker punch Dylan. He leaned in and kissed me on the cheek, lingering a little too long. "I'll see you Thursday, D." He gave my hand a squeeze before retreating around the corner.

I turned to Dylan and practically tackled him. "What are you doing here?" 

"Not happy to see me?" he grinned back. 

"Not at all," I said, the massive smile on my face impossible to repress. Was sex in the street considered illegal? 

"I saw your text this morning and thought, 'Why not'. So I got your address from Laura and here I am." 

"Why didn't you text me?" I replied, unlocking the door to my building. 

"I figured I would make a grand entrance." He stood behind me as I fiddled with the locks, both of his hands resting on my hips. As we headed up the stairs he told me about how he had missed the train in Trenton and meant to get here hours earlier to take me out to dinner. 

"We don't need dinner," I grinned back at him, pushing open the door to my studio. He laughed in response and I smiled back, throwing my arms around his neck. The laughter faded as soon as we got inside. Still wrapped around him, he pushed me up against the wall across from the door. Within seconds his mouth was on mine, kissing me with an urgency that mirrored how I felt. His rough hands traveled down my thigh until he found the hem of my skirt. Drawing small circles with his hands, he moved slowly up my leg until he was pulling at my underwear. I silently thanked Nick for making the dinner plans, prompting me to shave my legs this morning. Otherwise god only knows what kind of forest situation Dylan would be facing right now.

His hands moved to my ass and he lifted me so that my weight was no longer resting on the wall. In two strides he was at my couch, which was currently littered with an assortment of magazines and Ashley's work papers. He dropped me onto my back and I leaned upward, undoing his belt and pulling his jeans down. I yanked my skirt up and, not even bothering for any attempt at foreplay, I used my legs to pull him into me. All thoughts of Nick escaped my mind as he thrust into me. I let out a loud moan at the sensation, arching my back and screaming his name. He grinned down lecherously at me before flipping me onto my stomach. I was insanely turned on by how assertive and rough he was being. His right hand remained on my ass and the other one wrapped around my waist, applying pressure in just the right spot. I bit my lip as I came, collapsing face-first down onto the couch. Moments later he finished, and we laid tangled up in each other, catching our breath.

"Want to join me in a shower?" he asked moments later, rising up to his full height in front of me. He offered his hand and I followed him into the bathroom. It had been maybe three minutes since he had finished, and we were already at it again in the shower. This was easily the best sex of my life. 

Two hours later, we were on my couch watching a horrible Lifetime movie. I had texted Ashley and she promised to sleep at a coworkers that night to give us time alone. I was dying to ask Dylan if he had hooked up with that other girl this weekend, but I didn't want to come across as crazy.

"So how was Sea Isle?" I asked as casually as possible.

"Packed," he replied, his hand absentmindedly stroking my hair. "But pretty fun."

"Laura was there?" I asked, not wanting to drop the topic.

"Yes," he said, eyes still on the TV where a girlfriend appeared to be shoving her boyfriend's body into a closet. Oh, Lifetime and your emmy-winning acting.

"Who else?" I replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

He smiled down at me. "If you're trying to ask if Kara was there, the answer is yes." 

My stomach tightened and a wave of nausea swept over me. The thought of him with another girl was already more than I could stomach.

"Oh," I said, pulling away from him a little. 

His arms tightened as he pulled me back into him, using his strong arms to position me so that I was lying directly on top of him, our faces one inch apart. 

"I told her I couldn't hook up with her anymore," he said. I desperately wanted to believe him.

"It's none of my business," I declared, trying my best to shrug in the position I was in. 

"It is your business," he countered, kissing me before continuing. "Dani, I want to try this. Make this work. You're incredible."

I felt like I was soaring. I had never in my life moved this fast with a guy, but nothing about it felt wrong or rushed. I suddenly could totally relate to Khloe and Lamar when they said "I do" weeks after meeting. Although, look where that got them. 

"Me too," I said, kissing him back. 

"But who was that guy you were with when I got here?" he asked. I had naively thought (prayed) he wasn't going to ask about Nick. 

"He's my ex, but we're just friends now. We dated in college." 

"What did he mean about 'See you Thursday'?" 

"I told him I would go to a work thing with him," I said, not meeting Dylan's gaze. 

"Oh," Dylan replied. I was relieved he didn't try to bully me into not going. 

"So, when do you have to leave?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"My train is at 8 a.m., I have to go to work tomorrow for a late morning meeting," he said.

"Plenty of time," I grinned, leaning in to kiss him again. Although I knew we were moving fast, and that Ashley would definitely tell me I was being stupid, I was the happiest I had been since Nick and I broke up. And that was all that mattered.