Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Delaney
No matter what I say or do, I feel like it's always never-ending.
The storm clouds I live beneath seem to want to grow bigger and bigger.
Between the frustration of not being able to go to work to teach my students, the fire of my home, and the looming gloom of Philip, it just isn't easing the ache inside me.
Maybe I shouldn’t be a teacher anymore. It’s always been my passion. But to work in a school district that will judge the way these people do, I’m not sure I want to. I could drive to the next town, though it’s not exactly far, but I really don’t want to.
Then there’s the fire circling in my mind. Not just the fire itself, but rather, who would do that to my home? Why?
So many questions swirl around about all that’s happening, but it’s not all that’s wrong with me.
I’ve never been so frustrated, not like this. It’s beyond all rational thinking. I know it has to do with my desire for the man who’s slowly breaking through the walls. Because of him, I’m suffering with a need I’m not used to.
I haven’t even had a moment to ease the achy feeling between my thighs. The one time I tried and it didn’t work. My hand isn't enough. Not even when it’s Tyler I’m thinking about touching me. I can't get the right amount of pressure close to what I need. Hence the frustration getting to me.
It seems Tyler has fully taken over any and all fantasies I have.
Not that I’ve had a lot of those in the past. My imagination until recently hasn’t been the best when it comes to sexual visuals.
No matter how many romance books I read.
The ones I have now, well, they're definitely something else, and they always center around Tyler.
Watching him work today, the way his muscles bulged and flexed, yeah, he definitely has me hot and bothered.
The man was essentially walking sin on a stick, at least based on how he appeared doing almost anything. However, today I spent most of it clenching my thighs together to try and relieve the ache between them, just from the show he’d given me.
Lexy had texted while we were still at the arena earlier saying she was picking up Dash and the two of them were going out for an auntie-nephew date.
I wasn't sure whether Tyler put her up to it or not.
The two of us were alone, no one around to disrupt us, and all I wanted to do was jump his bones.
It has to be the hormones. I’ve never wanted to do such a thing before. That’s actually a lie. The night we slept together, I wanted to then too.
After we got home, Tyler announced we were having steaks for dinner. He prepped everything, and gone outside to start the grill.
As hungry as I was, I honestly wanted something else altogether.
The man himself.
My brain has officially been taken over by my hormones. All I want to think about is sex today. I feel like I’m turning into a sex crazed bimbo. Though, it’s also more than wanting sex from him. I need his touch.
Tyler steps back in the house through the back patio door, the smell of charcoal wafting in behind him. "Coals will take a little bit to get right before I put the steaks on."
"Okay." I nod and ask, "Is there anything I can do?"
"Nope, potatoes are in the oven. Green beans are seasoned, and I'm cooking them on the grill with the steaks," he says, moving to me, wrapping an arm around my waist. "Is there something you want to do?"
Boy, was that a loaded question. There's definitely something I want to do. However, I wasn't about to tell him that.
"Um." I clench my fingers in his shirt to hold on.
Work brain. Work.
Tyler grins and shifts us to the counter behind me. Before I can utter a question of what he's doing, he lifts me and sets me down, moving in between my thighs.
With one arm still tight around my waist, the other hand goes up into my hair, his fingers tangling in the strands.
"I figure with the picture Lexy sent me of the two of them at the park, we’ve got a while before they get home.”
“She's good with him." I smile at him
"Lexy loves her nephew," he confirms, his grin getting bigger. "But her keeping him out, the grill still heating up, I've got you to myself in a way I haven't before. Not since you've been here, that is."
This is true. Usually Dash is with us. Or Lexy is home. It hasn’t been just the two of us alone as we now are.
I swallow hard, my pulse quickening as Tyler's gaze locks with mine. His eyes darken with an intensity that makes my breath catch.
"Delaney," he murmurs, his voice dropping to that low, rough timbre that sends shivers down my spine. "I can see it in your eyes, you want something. Tell me."
"Kiss me," I whisper two little words right before he gives me his mouth.
His lips claim mine with a hunger that makes my head spin.
The kiss is deep, passionate, and exactly what I've been craving.
Tyler's hand tightens in my hair, tilting my head to give him better access as his tongue sweeps into my mouth.
I moan into him, my fingers curling into the front of his shirt.
When we finally break apart, we're both breathless. Tyler rests his forehead against mine, his eyes closed.
"I don't want to rush you," he continues, his thumb tracing small circles on my waist. "But I want back inside you."
My heart hammers against my ribs. This is what I've been fantasizing about, what's been driving me to the brink of madness. Yet now in the moment, I feel a flicker of uncertainty that I push down.
"I want that too," I tell him, tightening my grip on his shirt.
"Good," he groans and reclaims my lips. His arm around me, bringing me tighter against him.
Tyler's hand slides down my back, pulling me even closer against him. I can feel every hard ridge of his body through our clothing, and it sends waves of desire through me. His lips move to my neck, trailing hot kisses along my sensitive skin.
"I've wanted this since you walked into my house," he whispers against my ear, his breath making me shiver. "Wanted to touch you like this again. Sleeping next to you every night nearly kills me without being able to touch you, be inside you."
I moan and tilt my head ever so slightly, giving him better access to my neck. Tyler's mouth moves lower, his lips tracing a path along my collarbone.
"You have no idea what you do to me," I whisper, my fingers threading through his hair. "I need you inside me. Nothing works to relieve the ache."
Tyler pulls back to meet my gaze. "You been touching yourself, sweetheart?"
My cheeks heat at his question. I can't believe I actually admitted what I did, but I can't take it back now, so I bite my lower lip and nod. “I tried to.”
"Fuck, I want to see you pleasuring yourself. We're gonna do that, but it'll have to be later. Right now, I'm gonna fuck you, then tonight in bed, I'm taking my time."
His words make me shiver with anticipation. The promise in his voice, the hunger in his eyes—it's all too much and not enough at the same time.
"Bedroom?" I ask, my voice barely audible.
Tyler shakes his head, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Right here. I want you on this counter."
Before I can respond, his hands are at the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head in one fluid motion. The cool air kisses my skin, but it's nothing compared to the heat of his gaze as he takes in the sight of me in just my bra.
"Beautiful," he murmurs, his fingers trailing along the edge of the fabric. "So fucking beautiful."
I reach for his shirt, needing to feel his skin against mine. He helps me, tugging it off and tossing it aside. My hands immediately go to his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath my palms.
Tyler's skin is hot beneath my fingertips, and I can feel his heart pounding—or maybe it's mine. The distinction blurs as he lowers his head to capture my lips again. This kiss is different, more urgent, as if we've crossed some invisible line and there's no going back.
His hands slide to my back, unhooking my bra with practiced ease. When he pulls away, I watch his eyes darken as he takes in the sight of me. The hunger in his gaze makes me feel powerful, desired.
"You're killing me," he whispers, his voice rough. His fingers trace the curves of my breasts, sending shivers through my body. "The memory of the night we were together haunts my dreams. But not even in my dreams do you look so beautiful."
"Tyler," I whisper his name, the word barely escaping my lips.
His mouth descends on mine again, silencing any further words. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer as his hands roam my body. The cool counter beneath me contrasts with the heat of his touch, creating sensations that make me dizzy with want.
"I need you," I gasp when he breaks the kiss to trail his lips down my neck. "Now, Tyler. Please."
His hands move to my jeans, popping the button and lowering the zipper agonizingly slowly. I lift my hips, helping him slide them down my legs along with my panties. The vulnerability of being half-naked while he's still partially clothed makes me shiver.
"You're so wet already," he groans, his fingers sliding between my folds. "Fuck, Delaney."
I reach for his belt, fumbling with the buckle in my eagerness. Tyler chuckles, a low sound that vibrates through his chest, and helps me, quickly lowering his pants and boxers enough for his cock to spring free.
That night I hadn't gotten a good view of him, and seeing him now in the light of day, my breath catches as I take in the magnificent sight of him.
Tyler's cock stands proudly, thick and veined, the tip already glistening with arousal.
I've never been with a man so perfectly proportioned, so intimidatingly large.
"Like what you see?" Tyler asks, his voice husky with desire as he strokes himself once, twice.
"I . . . um . . . yes," I stammer, unable to look away. My mouth waters with an unexpected urge that surprises me.
"Can't wait any longer," Tyler groans, positioning himself at my entrance.
I gasp as he pushes into me, stretching me in ways I only imagined. The fullness is overwhelming, perfect. My nails dig into his shoulders as he sinks deeper, my body adjusting to his size.
"Fuck, you feel incredible," Tyler moans, his forehead pressed against mine. "So tight, so perfect. Better than I remember."
I can't form words as he fills me. My body stretches around him, the sensation both overwhelming and intoxicating. When he begins to move, I get lost in the rhythm he sets, my world narrowing to just this moment, just this connection.
"Don't stop," I whisper, wrapping my legs tighter around him. "Please, Tyler."
His pace increases, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through me. The kitchen counter is hard beneath me, but I barely notice, too consumed by the feel of him inside me. Tyler's hands grip my hips, angling me to take him deeper.
"That's it," he encourages as I moan. "Let me hear you. God, I love the sounds you make for me."
I can't muffle the sounds of pleasure. Each thrust hits that perfect spot inside me, building the tension in my core.
Tyler's mouth finds one of my nipples, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak, sending sparks of pleasure straight to my core.
My back arches off the counter, pushing my breast more firmly into his mouth.
"So damn responsive," Tyler murmurs against my skin before moving to my other breast. "I love how your body reacts to me."
His words, combined with the skilled movements of his mouth and the relentless rhythm of his hips, push me closer to the edge. I'm overwhelmed by sensation, by the feeling of him filling me so completely.
"I'm close," I gasp, my fingers digging into his shoulders. "So close."
Tyler increases his pace, his thrusts becoming more powerful, more urgent. "Come for me, Delaney. Let go."
The tension in my body snaps, pleasure exploding through me in waves. I cry out his name as my body clenches around him, drawing him deeper. Tyler groans, his movements becoming erratic as he follows me over the edge.
"Fuck," Tyler growls, his body shuddering against mine as he finds his release. His arms tighten around me, holding me close as we both ride out the waves of pleasure. I feel his heart hammering against my chest, matching my own racing pulse.
For several moments, we remain locked together, neither of us willing to break the connection. Tyler's forehead rests against mine, our ragged breathing slowly returning to normal.
"That was. . ." I begin, but words fail me.
"Just the beginning," Tyler finishes, his voice still rough with desire. He brushes a strand of hair from my face, his touch gentle despite the intensity of what just happened between us.
I'm suddenly aware of our surroundings—the kitchen counter beneath me, the evening light streaming in through the windows. Anyone could have walked in and seen us. The thought should horrify me, but instead, it sends a forbidden thrill through my body.
"I'm never gonna look at this counter the same," Tyler groans, pulling from me and helping me down off the counter. My legs wobble, and I grip his arms for support.
"Easy there." Tyler chuckles, steadying me. "I've got you."
I blush, suddenly aware of my nakedness in the bright kitchen. Tyler's eyes travel down my body, still hungry despite what we just shared.
"Don't," I whisper, but there's no real protest in my voice.
"Don't what?" he asks, his hands moving to my hips. "Admire the most beautiful woman I've ever seen?"
My heart flutters at his words. I reach for my clothes, suddenly shy. Tyler helps me dress, his fingers lingering on my skin as he fastens my bra.
"You know," he says, his voice low and intimate. "I think the steaks might be ready for the grill now."
I laugh, the sound surprising me. "Is that your way of saying I've distracted you from dinner?"
"Nope, it's my way of saying we know how to use time until the coals are ready." He grins, tugging up his jeans, tucking himself away, not bothering to snap them back in place.
I barely get my panties in place before Tyler takes the rest of my clothes away and dresses me in just his T-shirt.
"You don't need to bother putting clothes back on. After we eat, we're gonna go to the bedroom, and I'm finally having you in bed for once."
The promise in his voice sends a shiver down my spine in a very good way.
"What about Dash and Lexy?" I didn't want to be in just a shirt and panties when they get home.
"We've still got time before they get home," he assures me and places a gentle kiss on my lips. "Now, I'm gonna get dinner finished up so we can eat."
"Okay," I agree on a breath as my stomach makes itself known.
"Guess that's my cue." He chuckles, steps away, grabs a pan, then heads for the patio door.
While he does that, I watch him, unable to move from my spot in the kitchen. My mind whirls with all sorts of thoughts, all of them good. Great even.
For once, I block out the negative thoughts and let myself enjoy the glow of the moment without any doubt about what we just shared.