Chapter 29
DELILAH
For the first time since I can remember, I’m happy.
Breakfast was good, the company good, and I’m less stressed about life at The Rubicon.
The guys are fearsome, hot, and yet so kind it’s impossible to be threatened by them.
Even someone as surly as Razor, who closes himself off to the world, has a kind smile when he wants to offer it.
It’s obvious there’s unfinished business between him and Sunday, but that’s their business, and I would never pry.
I didn’t miss the curious gazes from the other women as I sat with them at breakfast. Blade is a force; his sheer height, build, and dark glare are enough to strike terror into most fragile hearts. But underneath it all he’s a pussycat and I wish like crazy things had progressed last night.
Now, as I hold on tight to him as we tear through the neighborhood, I am convinced I’m in heaven right now.
He pulls up on a road that looks out across the town, and as I wrench off the helmet, I stare at a view that will never grow old.
“Wow! We are on top of the world.”
He points deep into the valley.
“The town is down there. It has most things a person needs. Stores, schools, a hospital, bars, restaurants, you name it, it’s there.”
“It sounds perfect.”
He smiles and I hitch my breath because as the sun dances on my skin, I sense the sexual tension between us. It crackles in the air, dancing like fireflies between us, the focus of our attention; ordinary life not even a consideration right now.
His eyes burn into mine, a connection so strong pulling us together.
His lips curved into a soft smile, the deepening lust in his eyes matching mine.
Words are unnecessary; we communicate perfectly without them because right here, on the edge of the world it seems, there is only one wish I have. Blade.
I’m not sure who moves first, but suddenly his hand is wrapping around my head and pulling me close, his lips hitting mine in a surprise attack. His tongue dancing with mine as I lean closer, gripping his ponytail in my hand as I kiss him back with desperation.
I could kiss this man all day, but I want more. I want the whole of him and want to give him the whole of me. His sense of honor is a hurdle to jump, but I’m hoping he relaxes enough with me to push aside his reservations.
I almost wish we could head back to The Rubicon and seal the deal, but he pulls away and rests his head against mine and whispers huskily, “Tell me to stop and I will.”
“Don’t stop, Blade. I want it too.”
His eyes burn into mine, and he reaches for me, pulling me in front of him. My legs swinging on either side of him on his Harley. The handlebars are against my back as his arms hold me, his kiss more desperate, his heart slamming against my chest.
My mind is fucked. I am so turned on and I shift closer, desperate for more.
My fingers tangle in his hair, loosening the tie, and as his hair spills over my fingers, I tilt my head back as he kisses my neck.
His jaw is rough, dragging against the soft skin, and his hand pushes up under my jacket, connecting with the bare skin above my waist.
I return the favor, my fingers sliding under his jacket, connecting with hard muscle, desperate to experience the sensation of it sliding against my skin.
He cups my breast, his thumb rolling over my nipple, and I gasp, kissing him deeper, a small moan escaping into the welcome breeze.
“Tell me to stop.”
His ragged breath forms words I will never say, and I groan, “I don’t want this to stop. I want more.”
“Fuck, darlin’, this is insane.”
I catch my breath when he pulls me from the bike and heads for a nearby tree.
He swings me around, so my back is resting on the trunk, and he grips my chin. His kiss lighting a hot burning trail through my entire body.
We are hidden from the road. The only view we have is the valley below, and as his kiss travels down my neck, he eases off my leather jacket and tosses it to the ground.
I am desperate for the luxury of his body on mine, and as my tits find his naked flesh, his cock is pressing hard against me.
“Blade.”
I gasp as I press my hand on it, desperate for it, too far gone to be concerned about where we are.
“Fuck, Delilah, this is so hot.”
He growls as he nips at my neck, and I moan, “Make this our first time, Blade. Not in bed. Not inside. Out here in the open, on the edge of the world.”
He pulls away, a desperate gleam of lust burning in his eyes, and I groan, “Please, Blade. Make this count.”
His fingers rest against my waistband, and I nod my permission. As he slips my jeans down over my ass, his finger pushes the panties aside.
“Oh, God.”
I bite my lip as his finger plunges inside, his thumb rubbing against my clit, and my mind spirals as he drops to his knees and spreads my thighs, his mouth landing on my aching clit.
“Fuck!”
I bite my lip as he works his magic, sucking, biting, taking what he wants, my mind somewhere else entirely.
I have never felt so much pleasure before as he eats me out in broad daylight with only nature watching the show.
“Blade.”
I groan as the pressure builds, my hands resting on his shoulders as he drives pleasure through my entire body. As a bird overhead cries, I join his song and scream his name into the valley below.
My heart is racing, my limbs liquid and as I slump against the tree, Blade tears a handkerchief from his pocket and with a wicked grin, cleans me up, before sniffing it and pocketing it with a sly wink and I can’t help blushing as red as his handkerchief.
What is he doing to me?
He pulls up my jeans and rearranges my clothing and then drops a light kiss on my lips and whispers, “Thank you.”
“I should be thanking you.”
I’m suddenly shy, and he shakes his head. “No need to thank me for giving you pleasure, darlin’. It’s enough for me.”
“But I wanted to…”
His thumb presses my lips shut, and his eyes flash.
“You deserve moonlight and roses, darlin’.
I guess you have been deprived of that until now.
I am not those men. I am not your husband, and my only concern is you.
I will earn your trust, fight your demons, and hold you safe before I take from you.
Right now, all I want is to give, and that is more than enough for me. ”
His lips quickly replace his thumb, and it’s a powerful experience. His tongue probing deep, his passion intense.
Some kisses take on a magical experience, and this is one of them.
The physicality mixes with emotions, rounding the edges, deepening the curves, and fulfilling the promise.
Blade kisses like he’s declaring war on the world, strong, powerful, and protective.
A huge heap of obsession coloring the edges.
He is all man, a beast in fact, with the heart of an angel inside.
God help anyone who attempts to go against this man because I don’t rate their chances, and I include myself in that.