Chapter 6
Delilah
As I stare down at Stylz, my heart pounds like a wild drum in my chest. I”ve taken control, and the power coursing through me is intoxicating. I need him to know that I”m not just some damsel in distress; I”m a woman who knows what she wants and isn”t afraid to take it.
His eyes darken as he watches me with rapt attention.
“I’m all yours, princess,” he says, and even though I know he’s trying to seem lighthearted, it feels like more than that.
Like a declaration, one I can’t linger on for too long or I might chicken out.
With deliberate slowness, I loosen his belt buckle and unbutton his jeans, my fingers brushing against the hard ridge of his erection. He lets out a low groan, and I can”t help but smile. I know exactly what I”m doing to him, and I love every second of it.
I tug at his jeans, pulling them down his hips, and he lifts himself slightly to help me. As I reveal more and more of him, my breath hitches. He”s even more impressive than I imagined.
I toss his jeans aside, and then I”m there, my hands exploring the hard planes of his body, my fingers tracing the lines of his muscles. His skin is warm and firm beneath my touch, and I can feel the power coiled within him, restrained and ready to be unleashed.
My hands drift lower, and I wrap my fingers around his thick cock, stroking him gently. He groans, his hips bucking slightly, and I can feel him growing even harder in my grip. The power I have over him is heady, and I want more.
I lean down, my tongue darting out to taste him. He”s salty and musky, and I can”t get enough. I take him into my mouth, my lips sliding over him, and he lets out a strangled cry. I look up at him, my eyes meeting his, and I can see the struggle on his face, the battle between pleasure and control.
I work him with my mouth and hands, my movements growing more confident as I learn what makes him tick. His breathing grows ragged, his hips moving in time with my ministrations. I can feel him growing closer and closer to the edge, and I know I have him exactly where I want him.
Suddenly, his hands are on my shoulders, pushing me gently away. I look up at him, surprised and a little disappointed. I want to make him come, to feel him lose control beneath my touch.
”Delilah, stop,” he says, his voice strained. ”I”m going to come if you don”t stop.”
“That’s the whole point,” I retort, sitting back on my heels.
He reaches for me, pulling me into his lap again. “I don’t want to come here,” he says, fingers brushing my lips. That same hand trails a line of heat down my neck, my chest, my stomach, before finally slipping between my legs. “I want to come here.”
He presses against my clit, rubbing slow circles that make my hips buck and my breath hitch.
”You feel so good,” he murmurs, his thumb still moving against me as his fingers tease my entrance. I”m already wet and ready for him, and I moan when he slides a finger inside me.
He pumps his finger in and out, matching the rhythm of his thumb, until I”m panting and squirming in his lap. I can feel the tension building inside me, a delicious ache that threatens to spill over at any moment.
”Please, Stylz,” I beg, my hands gripping his shoulders. ”I need you inside me.”
He smirks, his fingers still working their magic. ”Say it again.”
”I need you inside me,” I repeat, my voice stronger this time. I want him to know just how much I want this, how much I need him.
With a growl, he grips his cock, guiding it to my entrance. I lower myself onto him, inch by inch, feeling every ridge and contour as he fills me completely. We both let out a sigh of pleasure, our eyes locked as we savor the moment.
It”s slow at first, a gentle rocking as we find our rhythm. His hands are on my hips, guiding me as I ride him. I lean down, capturing his lips with mine, as I continue to move on top of him. His tongue meets mine, and we kiss deeply. I can feel the tension building inside me once again, but this time it”s different, more intense.
Suddenly, he sits up, still inside me, and grabs my ass, lifting me up and flipping me onto my back, never leaving me.
He deepens the kiss as he hovers above me, supporting his weight on one arm while his other hand continues to explore my body. His fingers trace the curve of my hip, then slide up to cup my breast, squeezing gently as I gasp into his mouth. The roughness of his calloused palm against the softness of my skin sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.
”You feel so fucking good,” he growls against my lips before sucking my bottom lip between his teeth and biting down gently.
I moan loudly, arching my back as my nails dig into his shoulders. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, desperate to feel him deeper inside me. He obliges, thrusting harder.
”God, yes,” I pant, throwing my head back as he begins to move faster. I can feel every inch of him stretching me, filling me completely.
His hands grip my hips tightly, pulling me closer with each thrust. My breasts bounce with the force of his movements, and I can feel his cock hitting that perfect spot inside me, making me see stars.
The sensation of our bodies slapping together, the wetness between us, and the sound of our moans filling the room only drives me wilder. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my body tensing and my breath hitching as I prepare to come undone.
He buries his face in my neck, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine as he whispers dirty words in my ear. ”You like that, baby? You like the way I make you feel?”
”Yes,” I moan, my voice barely audible as I struggle to form words.
He slides a hand between us, his fingers finding my clit and circling it in time with his thrusts. The combination of sensations is almost too much to bear, and I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.
”Fuck, Delilah, I”m not gonna last much longer,” he groans, his voice strained.
”Do it,” I gasp, tightening my legs around him as I dig my nails into his back. ”I want to feel you come.”
He lets out a feral roar as he slams into me one last time, his body tensing as he finds his release. I follow shortly after, my orgasm ripping through me. We cling to each other, our bodies shaking and slick with sweat as we ride out the aftershocks.
As we lay there, panting and spent, he rolls off me, pulling me into his arms. I rest my head on his chest, listening to the sound of his racing heart as it begins to slow down. His fingers trail lazily up and down my spine, sending little shivers through me.
”That was...” I start, unsure how to put what just happened between us into words. Mind-blowing? Earth-shattering? Neither seems to do it justice.
Stylz chuckles, the sound low and rumbling against my cheek. ”Yeah. It really was.”
We lapse into a comfortable silence, but it”s not awkward or strained. There”s an intimacy here that goes beyond just the physical—I can feel it in the way he holds me, the way his touch lingers on my skin. Like he”s trying to commit every inch of me to memory.
”Can I ask you something?” His voice is quiet, almost hesitant.
I tilt my head back to look at him. ”Of course.”
He pauses for a beat, like he”s searching for the right words. “Would you consider… staying? In Silverpine? Not just for me,” he hurries to add. “But… for you?”
I roll slightly, resting my chin on his chest. “For me?” I consider brushing off the question, reminding him that I’m a tourist here, that this is a fling, but then I stop. Doing that isn’t fair to either of us. Can I really keep denying this?
Stylz stays quiet, letting me gather my thoughts as his fingers continue a soothing rhythm on my back.
“Yes,” I finally say. “I would consider it. I already was considering it, even before I met you. I was questioning my life in the city, wondering if the corporate grind was really what I wanted.”
Stylz”s brow furrows slightly. ”What made you start having doubts?”
”As I”ve gotten older,” I begin, tracing idle patterns on his chest, ”I”ve realized I might have chosen my career for the wrong reasons. The responsible daughter always trying to take care of everyone else. But now that my siblings are going their own way, I can finally examine what I want. And while I like practicing law, I”d rather do it in a way that lets me help people rather than make money for big businesses.”
Stylz tucks a stray curl behind my ear, his touch feather-light. ”That”s important, babe. Being happy, doing something you”re passionate about. It matters to me that you find that.”
I meet his gaze, my heart fluttering at the genuine concern in his eyes. ”What about you? Are you happy?”
He considers for a moment, his fingers idly playing with the ends of my hair. ”Like anyone, I”ve made good choices and bad ones. Following in my grandfather”s footsteps as a mountain rescuer? That was one of the good ones.”
”And the bad ones?” I prompt gently.
A rueful smile tugs at the corner of his lips. ”I had a previous relationship go sour when the woman decided she wanted a ”bigger, better” life in the city. One I couldn”t provide for her.” His eyes find mine, intense yet vulnerable. ”I know now that the woman for me is someone who sees my lifestyle as an adventure, not a limitation. Someone resilient and adaptable, but also passionate and unafraid to go after what she wants.”
I nod slowly, feeling the weight of his words. Is that me? The woman he”s describing?
Or, could it be?
The very idea is terrifying and liberating all at once.
As I gaze up at this man who somehow manages to be my safe harbor and my wildest temptation all at once, I can”t help but wonder—what if Stylz is the key to unlocking the boldest, most vibrant version of myself? The woman who refuses to settle for anything less than the extraordinary?
Maybe it”s finally time to stop running from that part of me. To take a risk and see where this fervent connection leads, consequences be damned.
A sudden crack from outside startles me, and I bolt upright, clutching the sheet to my chest. Peering through the frosty window, I gasp. ”Stylz, look at this!
He”s up in an instant, wrapping a blanket around his waist as he joins me. The truck is almost completely obscured now, just a vague outline under several feet of freshly fallen snow. Thick flakes swirl viciously in the inky darkness, and any tracks or paths we made are utterly erased.
”Shit,” he mutters under his breath, jaw tightening. ”That”s not good.”
A tendril of panic starts wrapping around my ribcage as the severity of the situation hits me. ”Oh my god, what if we miss Daisy”s wedding? She”ll legitimately murder me!” Visions of my baby sister”s wrath, bridezilla-style, fill my mind.
But Stylz is already all business, moving with the decisive confidence of someone who lives for keeping his cool in crises. He gathers supplies—flashlight, radio, extra blankets—with efficient, purposeful movements.
”Don”t worry,” he says with a reassuring calm that immediately soothes my rising panic. ”I”ve got this under control.”
And just like that, I believe him.
Uncovering an old contraption in the corner of the main room, he establishes radio contact, relaying our coordinates and situation to the rescue team.
”They”re sending a crew out as soon as possible,” he informs me once he”s signed off. ”But they warned it could take some time with conditions this fierce.” His arms circle my waist from behind, that solid wall of heat seeping into my bones. ”All we can do for now is sit tight.”
I lean back against his chest, letting myself be surrounded—physically and emotionally—by this man who exudes such effortless strength. ”Okay,” I murmur, already feeling more grounded.
”I promise you, Delilah...” His lips graze my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. ”Even if I have to carry you there myself, I”ll make sure you get to that wedding on time. You have my word.”
Slowly, I turn in the circle of his arms until we”re face to face. ”My hero,” I murmur with a soft smile, letting just a hint of teasing lilt my tone.
That half-cocked grin I”m growing so fond of curves his lips as one calloused palm cups my ass, pulling me close. ”Well, we”ve got some time to kill before the rescue crew gets here.” His voice is low and rough, with undisguised want. ”Maybe I can find a way to keep you occupied...”
As his mouth crashes hungrily into mine, all thoughts of blizzards and weddings and anything else flee my mind entirely.
Right here, in this moment, he”s all that exists.