Chapter 9
Stylz
It”s been hours since I serenaded Delilah in front of the entire wedding party, and she hasn”t left my arms since. Not when Daisy and Wyatt cut the towering cake, smearing frosting on each other”s faces amid raucous cheers. Not when the happy couple finally departed for their remote honeymoon cabin in a shower of rose petals. Hell, not even when Delilah”s aunt Lucia busted out the tequila and tried valiantly to teach me an X-rated version of the Macarena.
Nope, my girl has been firmly planted at my side all night, nestled against me with this radiant smile that makes my heart do all kinds of acrobatic shit. Can”t say I”m complaining one bit—having this gorgeous, feisty creature in my arms feels more right than anything I”ve ever known.
As the DJ kicks up a pulsing Latin beat, Delilah detaches herself just long enough to saunter toward the dance floor, every swivel of those lush hips a blatant temptation. Throwing me a sultry look over one shoulder, she starts swaying and undulating to the irresistible rhythm like she was born to move this way.
Well, two can play at that game, princess.
With a wolfish grin, I pop open the collar of my dress shirt and roll up the sleeves, giving her a prime view of tanned, corded forearms as I stalk after her. Delilah”s eyes blaze with undisguised appreciation when I finally reach her, pulling that lithe body flush against mine as we meld together in perfect sync.
“Careful there, mountain man,” she says as my hands roam down to grip her hips. “You sure you can keep up?”
A low rumble of laughter escapes me as I pull her impossibly closer. ”You haven”t been able to shake me yet, have you?”
Delilah”s lips curve in that sassy smirk I”ve become addicted to. ”We”ll see about that.”
With a teasing grind of her hips, she starts leading our movements, swaying and dipping with effortless grace. I do my best to match her rhythm, but Delilah quickly abandons any attempts at structure, instead opting for a sinuous, primal dance fueled by pure desire.
Our bodies undulate together in a heated, carnal rhythm as the pulsing Latin beat drives us on. I can feel the heat building between us, a raging inferno stoked by every brush of her curves against me. Delilah throws her head back, lost in the music, and I can”t resist trailing open-mouthed kisses along the tempting column of her throat.
She lets out a breathy laugh. ”We”ve got an audience, remember?”
”Then maybe we should take this somewhere more private,” I growl against her skin, desire roughening my voice. “Like the bathroom, perhaps?”
Delilah stills at that, her heavy-lidded gaze finding mine as she visibly considers my suggestion. “A repeat performance?” she asks.
I slowly incline my head toward the hallway to the bathrooms—an unmistakable invitation for some very private fun. Delilah”s eyes widen momentarily before she gives me the slightest nod, that full mouth curving into a sinful smile.
Not wasting a second, she twists out of my arms and starts sashaying away, throwing me one last smoldering look over her shoulder. The sway of those hips is nothing short of hypnotic as she disappears down the hall.
I count to ten before following after her, anticipation thrumming hot through my veins. This wild, irresistible creature has awoken something inside me—a smoldering hunger only she can sate. And tonight, I plan on indulging in her sweet temptation until we”re both utterly, blissfully satisfied.
I make my way down the hallway, following the trail of Delilah”s floral perfume like a lovesick bloodhound. Can”t say I”m proud of being so easily led around by my nose—or other body parts—but this woman renders me powerless.
When I finally reach the bathroom door, I pause to collect what”s left of my dignity before pushing inside. And there she is, my own personal tormentor, looking far too pleased with herself.
Delilah is draped across the marble counter like a centerfold, one leg casually crossed over the other to put those killer stems on full display. Her dress has ridden up indecently high, leaving way too much skin exposed for my sanity.
I lock the bathroom door behind me with a decisive click, effectively sealing us off from the rest of the world. When I turn back to Delilah, she”s giving me an expectant look—one brow arched in silent challenge.
”Well?” she prompts. ”You gonna just stand there staring all night?”
”Get undressed,” I tell her, leaning back against the door and crossing my arms.
Delilah”s eyes go comically wide for a split second before she lets out a full-bodied laugh. ”You should know by now that I don”t take orders.”
I fight back a grin at her sassy retort, somehow both charmed and painfully turned on by her feistiness. ”Oh, I think you”ll take orders from me just fine, princess. That, and anything else I want to give you.”
Her pretty mouth falls open on a soft exhale, those big eyes going dark and molten. ”Such as?” she finally manages in a low rasp.
Rather than answering directly, I let my gaze brazenly rake over her. ”You”ll just have to wait and find out, won”t you?”
Holding my stare captive, she reaches behind her to unclasp the zipper of her dress with excruciating slowness. The thin straps immediately go slack, allowing the silky material to slither down her shoulders in a tantalizing strip tease.
I actually growl when her lush curves are finally bared to my hungry gaze, all that flawless golden skin on display. Delilah smiles at my reaction as she shimmies the rest of the dress down her body in one sinuous movement.
Leaving her in nothing but a scrap of black lace and those stockings that have been driving me wild all night.
”Happy now, mountain man?” she husks, giving me a slow once-over that has heat lancing straight to my groin.
”Getting there,” I rumble, letting my hands drop to my belt buckle. ”But you’re not done yet.”
She bites that full lower lip hard, desire blazing bright in her eyes. For a long beat, we simply stare each other down in a heated clash of wills, both daring the other to blink first.
Then Delilah gives a breathless laugh and reaches behind her back once more. ”Yes, sir,” she purrs, popping the clasp of her bra with a wink.
I don”t know whether to groan or combust on the spot as she strips off the last shred of lace, leaving herself gloriously, devastatingly bare before me.
What I do know? This woman will be the absolute death of me.
But what a way to go.
”Touch yourself,” I command, my voice low and rough as I begin to unbutton my shirt.
Delilah hesitates for a moment, but then her hands are moving, tracing the swell of her breasts as she watches me with hooded eyes. Her fingers find her nipples, teasing and tweaking until they”re hard peaks. My cock throbs in response, desperate to be buried deep inside her.
But I hold back, focusing instead on the way her hand drifts lower, over the soft curve of her stomach and down to the apex of her thighs. She spreads her legs slightly, giving me a tantalizing view as she circles her clit with one finger.
”Fuck,” I hiss, my own hand dropping to my pants to free my throbbing erection.
Her eyes never leave mine as she leans back against the counter, propping one leg up on the edge so I can see every inch of her glistening pussy. The sight of her touching herself, two fingers pumping slowly in and out, has me groaning with need. I stroke my cock harder, precum beading at the tip.
I step closer to her, close enough that our bodies are almost touching. She licks her lips in anticipation, and I can”t resist the urge to smear my precum across them, watching her tongue dart out to taste it. The way she moans sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my cock, and I know I won”t be able to hold back much longer.
My hand joins hers between her legs. We move in unison, fucking her with our fingers as she writhes against the counter. Her other hand finds my cock, stroking me in time with our movements.
”Yes,” she gasps, her head falling back against the mirror. ”God, yes.”
I can feel her walls tightening around our fingers, her breath coming faster and shallower.
”Come for me,” I growl, my voice low and rough. ”I want to feel you come all over our fingers.”
She lets out a cry as her orgasm crashes through her, her body shuddering against mine. I keep moving my fingers inside her, drawing out her pleasure as she rides wave after wave of ecstasy.
But I”m not done yet. I need to be inside her, need to feel her wrapped around me as I come.
I pull my fingers out of her, bringing them to my mouth to taste her sweetness. Her eyes darken with desire as she watches me, and I know she wants more, too.
”Fuck me,” she begs, her voice hoarse and desperate. ”Please, Stylz.”
I don”t need to be told twice. I lift her up onto the counter, spreading her legs wide as I line myself up at her entrance. With one thrust, I”m buried deep inside her, the sensation of her tight heat surrounding me almost too much to bear.
She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper into her as I begin to move inside her. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the small bathroom, mixing with the distant thumping of the club music beyond the door.
I can feel her tight pussy gripping me, milking me as I thrust in and out of her. Her moans fill my ears, driving me wild with need. I lean down to capture her mouth with mine, our tongues tangling together as we fuck.
But I want more.
I pull out of her and spin her around so she”s facing the mirror. She watches me in the reflection as I position myself behind her. I grip her hips tightly, pulling her ass back against me as I slide into her once again.
The sight of us together in the mirror is incredible. Her body is flushed and sweaty, and her hair is a wild mess around her face. And the way she”s looking at me, like she can”t get enough, only makes me want to give her more.
I begin to move faster, harder, my hips slamming into hers as I take her from behind. She meets each thrust with a moan, her hands gripping the edge of the counter as she watches us in the mirror, her tits bouncing, her lips parted in ecstasy. I can feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening as I get closer and closer to the edge.
But I want her to come with me, want us to lose ourselves in each other completely.
”Touch yourself,” I tell her again, my voice strained. ”Come with me, Delilah.”
Her hand slips between her legs, finding her clit as I continue to thrust into her.
”Fuck, Delilah,” I groan, my voice low and rough. ”I”m gonna come.”
She pushes back against me, taking me deeper still as she cries out, ”Yes, yes, yes!”
And with one final thrust, I come undone, my orgasm surging through me. I bury my face in her neck, my breath coming fast and ragged as I ride out the waves of pleasure. I can feel her body trembling beneath me, her own orgasm tearing through her as she cries out my name.
We sink bonelessly to the tiled floor in a tangle of spent limbs, our chests heaving in unison. Delilah nestles against me, her curves molding perfectly to the hard lines of my body. I pull her closer, needing that intimate connection as our breathing slowly returns to normal.
Delilah traces the hard planes of my chest as we lie tangled together on the bathroom floor, our bodies slick with sweat and sated desire. My fingers brush damp tendrils of hair from her flushed face, and I find myself studying every delicate feature like a man starved—committing each detail to memory.
”You know...” I murmur, my voice a low rumble. ”If you”d told me a week ago I”d be making love to a smokin” hot city girl in a bathroom stall at my buddy”s wedding, I would”ve said you were crazy.”
She lets out a breathless chuckle at my words. ”And if you”d told me I”d soon be shacking up in the mountains to live my wildest romance novel fantasies, I would”ve had you committed.”
Our gazes hold, filled with amazed wonder at this unexpected twist of fate—and profound gratitude for having found each other against all odds. Her fingers trail along the sharp cut of my jaw as those soulful brown eyes drink me in like a man parched.
”I can”t believe how quickly everything changed,” she confesses in a hushed tone. ”One minute, I was that buttoned-up lawyer, chasing some empty dream of success. And now...” She shakes her head, trying to wrap her mind around it all. ”Now I feel more alive than I ever thought possible.”
The corner of my mouth quirks up in a half-grin. ”That”s what happens when you start following your heart instead of your head, princess.”
I lean in, capturing those full lips in a slow, smoldering kiss that has desire rekindling low in my gut. A mischievous spark ignites in her gaze as she finally pulls back, giving me a saucy wink.
”You know...” she begins, her voice a sultry purr. ”I”ve been trying to do what”s best for me lately.”
”Is that so?”
”Mmhmm.” She nips at the sharp line of my jaw with her teeth. ”And I think what”s best for me right now is another orgasm.”
A low growl rumbles up from my chest as I roll her onto her back, pinning her to the tiles with the delicious weight of my body. ”Then who am I to argue with you taking care of yourself, sweetheart?”
My mouth slants over hers in a searing kiss, effectively ending all conversation. Her fingers rake through my hair as she surrenders to the feral temptation that blazes between us.