Chapter 5
Stylz
The first fat flakes of snow are just starting to drift lazily down as I pull up to the lodge. I tap my fingers against the steering wheel, my gut a roiling mess of anticipation and something a hell of a lot like nerves—an emotion I”m not all that familiar with.
Stylz Steele doesn”t get flustered over a woman. At least, not usually.
But after everything that’s happened the last couple of days, I can”t seem to shake Delilah from my mind. She”s got me all riled up in a way no one has for a damn long time.
The crunch of boots on gravel snaps me out of my daze. I glance up to see Delilah striding toward the truck, all business in a sleek parka and snow pants that hug her lush figure. Her expression is set, determined, but there”s an unmistakable tension in the line of her jaw that mirrors the knot in my own gut.
”Mornin”, princess,” I greet her in an attempt to lighten the mood, to cut through the sudden thickness in the air between us.
But if anything, my greeting only seems to amplify the awkwardness.
Delilah”s dark eyes meet mine for the briefest of moments before skittering away. ”Morning.” She offers a curt nod as she yanks open the passenger door and climbs in.
Clearly she”s not in a chatty mood.
I shift the truck into gear and we peel away from the curb in silence, the only sound the crunch of tires over the rapidly accumulating snow. Delilah stares straight ahead, her jaw set, and I can practically feel the tension radiating off her in waves.
Neither of us wants to be the first to bring up the elephant in the cab—that heated, desperate make-out session from last night that had me aching to throw her over my shoulder and find the nearest flat surface. I grip the steering wheel a little tighter, my knuckles going white as flashes of memory assault me.
The taste of her lips, the little sounds she made as I pulled her flush against me, the delicious give of her body under my roaming hands...
I clear my throat roughly, forcing my mind back to the present as the first tendrils of arousal begin to stir low in my gut. Now”s definitely not the time to be getting all worked up.
We hit the first stretch of winding mountain road, and I glance sidelong at Delilah as the snow starts falling harder, fat flakes obscuring the windshield.
”Looks like we”re headed straight into the heart of this storm,” I mutter, gripping the wheel a little tighter as we start gaining elevation. ”You sure you wanna keep going?”
Delilah”s response is immediate, her voice firm and unyielding. ”Yes, we need to get the cabin ready for Daisy and Wyatt.”
We lapse back into tense silence as I navigate the increasingly treacherous road, the truck”s tires occasionally struggling for traction on the slick, snow-packed surface.
By the time we finally reach the turnoff for the secluded little cabin, I”m a bundle of nerves beneath my calm exterior. The snow is really coming down hard, and a glance at the truck”s thermometer shows the temperature continuing to plummet with every mile we gain in elevation.
”You know,” I begin as I downshift, guiding us up the steep, winding path, ”maybe I should”ve brought the snowcat instead of—”
”We”re almost there,” Delilah cuts me off, her tone leaving no room for argument. ”Just... keep going.”
I let out a low whistle, shaking my head. ”Yes, Your Highness.”
The cabin is just up ahead, and I guide the truck to a stop in front of the rustic little structure, cutting the engine. We sit there for a beat, the only sound the gentle patter of snow against the truck”s cab. Delilah”s staring straight ahead, her expression unreadable. I can practically feel the tension thrumming between us, so thick I could reach out and grab a fistful of it.
With a resigned sigh, I throw open the door and hop down into the swirling snow. ”Well? You comin” or what?”
She shoots me a Look, all fire and defiance, before shoving her door open and following suit.
”Generator”s this way.” I jerk my chin toward the small shed off to the side, already trudging through the steadily deepening drifts with Delilah on my heels.
The old Yamaha roars to life on the third pull, and I give a satisfied nod, slamming the shed door shut behind me. ”Power”s good. Now we just gotta get everything set up inside for the lovebirds.”
The cabin”s just as rustic and charming as I remember—all knotty wood beams, overstuffed furniture, and a crackling stone fireplace that takes up nearly an entire wall. Delilah heads straight for the kitchen area, her boots leaving little tracks across the braided rug, and she starts unpacking the supplies we brought.
I can”t help but watch her, admiring the sway of her hips and the way her tight snow pants hug every curve. My gaze drifts lower, lingering on the gentle flare of her thighs before snapping back up as she turns.
She holds my stare for a few heartbeats, that little muscle ticking in her jaw—then she”s brushing past me, her shoulder bumping mine with a little more force than necessary as she heads for the stairs. ”I”m going to get the bedroom ready.”
The bedroom. Right.
I set to work in the kitchen, my mind wandering to all the ways I could make this place a little more romantic. I tuck a few bottles of the good stuff into the fridge and make sure there are plenty of snacks on hand. I”m just putting the finishing touches on a tray of chocolate-dipped strawberries when a muffled thump echoes from upstairs, followed by a sharp gasp. My head whips up.
”Delilah?” No answer. I drop everything and bound toward the stairs, taking them two at a time until I burst into the loft area.
She”s sprawled on the plush area rug in front of the bed, her dark hair fanned out in inky ribbons around her head. For one terrifying moment, I think she”s hurt—then she blinks up at me with a dazed expression, a flush creeping into her cheeks.
”Are you okay?” I demand, dropping to a crouch beside her.
She nods, her gaze clearing as she props herself up on her elbows. ”Yeah, I just... lost my footing for a second.”
Relief washes over me in a dizzying wave. ”Jesus, you scared the hell out of me.”
Delilah”s lips quirk in a sheepish half-grin. ”Sorry about that.”
She starts to push herself into a sitting position, but I reach out, gently gripping her arms to help pull her to her feet. As I do, our bodies align, separated by the barest whisper of space, our faces mere inches apart. This close, I can see the faint dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose.
My grip tightens infinitesimally on her. ”Delilah...”
Her name falls from my lips, low and ragged, like a plea and a warning all wrapped up in one. That”s all it takes to shatter the fragile tension between us.
Our lips collide with a ferocity that steals the breath from my lungs. Hers are soft, warm, and demanding, her body melting against mine. Every thought in my head evaporates, replaced by a single-minded need to possess her, to claim every inch of her as mine.
I don”t know what it is about this woman that has me unraveling at the seams, but I do know one thing for certain: I want her. Badly.
The intensity of the kiss deepens, our ragged breaths mingling as we fight for control, for dominance. My fingers dig into her hips. A low moan escapes her, the sound fueling the fire coursing through my veins. I can feel the heat radiating off her body, every curve and hollow pressed against me.
And as the storm rages on outside, so does the tempest between us, and neither of us is willing to back down.
With a growl, I fall back onto the bed, pulling her with me so she lands astride my lap, her core grinding against the rock-hard bulge in my pants. She gasps, her eyes dark with hunger as she rocks her hips against me, eliciting a groan from deep within my chest.
Our lips break apart, both of us panting, our foreheads pressed together as we try to catch our breaths. But it”s no use. The connection between us is too magnetic, too electric, to be ignored.
”Stylz,” she murmurs, her voice thick with need.
I capture her mouth once more, my hands roving her body with an urgency that borders on desperation. Every touch, every taste, only stokes the inferno burning between us, and I know with absolute certainty that I won”t be able to stop until I”ve had my fill of her.
Even if it means losing myself in the process.
I grab the hem of her shirt and lift it over her head, tossing it aside. My gaze drifts over her lacy black bra, the swells of her breasts threatening to spill over the top. ”You”re so fucking sexy, princess.”
She chuckles, but the sound is throaty and low. ”Your turn.”
With one hand, I grip the back of my flannel shirt and yank it off, letting it fall to the floor. Delilah”s gaze rakes over my bare chest, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
Damn, that look makes my cock twitch.
I lean forward, my mouth watering at the sight of her perfect tits. I flip the cups of her bra down, exposing her dusky brown nipples to the cool air. Her breath hitches as I close my lips around one taut peak, sucking and teasing it with my tongue while my hand palms her other breast, kneading and pinching her nipple between my fingers.
Delilah”s head falls back, a moan escaping her lips as she grinds harder against me. The friction between us is almost unbearable, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to rip our pants off and plunge into her right then and there.
I switch to her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention as she continues to rock her hips against me. She whimpers, her fingers digging into my shoulders as I suck and nip at her sensitive flesh.
With a growl, I flip her onto her back, breaking our connection as I stand up to remove her shoes. I toss them aside before hooking my fingers in the waistband of her pants and pulling them down her legs, taking her panties with them.
Her legs are bare and beautiful, and I can”t resist kissing my way up her calves. I pause at the juncture of her thighs, inhaling deeply, her scent driving me wild.
She moans, her hips lifting off the bed in a silent plea for more. And I”m more than happy to oblige.
I spread her legs wider, my gaze devouring the glistening folds of her pussy. She”s so wet, so ready for me, and it takes every ounce of willpower not to bury my face between her thighs and feast on her like a starving man.
But I want to taste every inch of her first, to commit her body to memory.
I kiss her inner thighs, my hands roaming over her soft skin as I make my way up to her stomach, my tongue dipping into her navel before continuing its journey. I linger at her breasts, sucking and licking her nipples until they”re hard peaks once more.
Delilah”s moans grow louder, her hands fisting in my hair as she tries to guide me back down to where she needs me most. But I”m not done exploring yet.
I trail kisses up her neck, pausing to nip at her earlobe before capturing her lips in another kiss. My hand drifts lower, my fingers tracing the wetness between her thighs. She”s soaked, her arousal coating my fingers as I tease her entrance.
”Fuck, princess,” I murmur against her lips. ”You”re drenched for me.”
Delilah”s cheeks flush at my words, but she doesn”t shy away from them. Instead, she reaches a hand between us, guiding my fingers to where she wants them most. Her confidence is intoxicating, and it only makes me harder knowing she”s not afraid to take what she wants.
I slide two fingers inside her, groaning at how tight she is, how perfectly she grips me. My thumb circles her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure as I pump my fingers in and out of her heat.
She arches her back as my fingers delve deeper, her nails digging into my shoulder. I can feel her walls tightening around my fingers, her breath hitching as I increase the pace.
”That”s it. Show me how good it feels,” I whisper, my lips brushing against her earlobe.
Her hips buck wildly, chasing the pleasure that builds with every thrust of my fingers. I add a third, stretching her just enough to make her gasp. Our eyes lock, and I can see the trust in her gaze, the knowledge that I”ll give her exactly what she needs.
And I can”t wait to do just that.
I withdraw my fingers from her pussy, and she whimpers at the loss. But I”m not done with her yet. Not even close.
I move back down between her legs, spreading her wide once more as I lower my mouth to her center. I take my time, licking and sucking her delicate skin until she”s writhing beneath me, her moans filling the air.
When I finally reach her clit, she cries out, her back arching off the bed as I flick my tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves. I can feel her tension building, her body coiling tighter and tighter with each passing second.
I slide two fingers back inside her, curling them up to hit that perfect spot as I continue to lavish attention on her clit. She”s so close, and I want nothing more than to push her over the edge.
Delilah”s moans grow louder, her hands fisting in the sheets as she chases her release. And when it finally hits her, it”s like a tidal wave, her body convulsing as she screams my name.
I watch her come undone, my own arousal spiking at the sight of her pleasure. When her tremors subside, I move back up her body, capturing her lips in a slow, languid kiss.
”You”re incredible,” I murmur against her lips.
She looks at me with a fiery determination in her eyes, her cheeks still flushed from her climax. Then, before I can even react, she”s rolling me onto my back, her body hovering over mine. The sudden shift catches me off guard, but I”m not complaining. I watch as she straddles my waist, her hands trailing down my chest, teasing and exploring.
Her touch sends shivers down my spine, and I can”t help but let out a low groan. She grins wickedly, clearly enjoying the power she has over me.
”I want to make you feel good too, Stylz,” she says, her fingers lingering on my belt buckle. ”I want to show you just how incredible I can be.”